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************************************************************************ Chapter 2: Doll Face
I wasn't about to let him get away with something cheeky like that. I could see the disapproving looks on the ladies' faces as I ran down the street yelling, but- who cares what they think? Not me that's for sure. He thinks he can just do what ever he wants and get away with it because he's "Jack Kelly, the leader of the Manhattan newsies."
*Jeez, sometimes he makes me so mad* I thought to myself as my shawl blew off to the ground and I left it there. To the day I die I will never know what aggravates me so much about that boy, making me ignore everything around me in my anger. Once in a while I would see a glimpse of his cowboy hat, his coffee colored hair or his red bandanna, but I kept loosing him around corners. Finally I had to surrender to the ever growing stich in my side and stop for some gasping breaths. I sucked air into my lungs as fast as humanly possible making loud rasping sounds in the process.
I stood on the street corner as I caught my breath and looked around for Jack. I didn't see him anywhere and my annoyance mounted. I rolled my eyes and sighed at his childish ways, he could be so immature.
"I think you dropped something," I heard an all too familiar voice say behind me. I turned to find the one and only, king of Brooklyn, Spot Conlon. His head was cocked to the side with that signature grin plastered all over his face.
"Why thank you, your highness," I said with a fake British accent and a cursty to mock his so called "royalness." I took back my shawl and quickly wrapped myself in it, partly from the shivers of the drying sweat on my skin and partly as if it could protect me from him. I didn't quite know why I felt I needed protection from him, but I did. As well as I hid it, the fear of this godly figure who gets his way with anyone, girl or boy, sometimes overwhelmed me to the point at which I felt I was droning in a sea of it.
"And would you mind telling yur favorite king exactly why yous was runnin full speed ahead in the dark?"
"Actually, its because of that no good cowboy, if you must know."
"Ahh, yes, he's a trouble maker that one. Alright, lets head towards the lodging house, a baby doll like yo-"
He didn't get any farther than that in his sentence because socked him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and loss of air.
"Don't evah, evah, call me baby doll again. Ya heah? Come on Spot, you should know me well enough by now. Jeez, if I've told ya once, I've told ya a hundred times: Me name is Leila and nuttin else. Ya heah? I'm getting sick and tired of yur tryin ovah and ovah, Conlon, just cut it out."
He stood up and opened his mouth to say something but I put my hand up in front of his face. "Don't try any smart ass comments wid me Conlon, I don't want ta hear it." With that I turned on my heel and started walking back towards the lodge. The throbbing stitch in my side was now ebbing, but I still walked slowly, ambling towards the house. I could hear "the king's" footsteps approaching but I just ignored him when he finally caught up and walked next to me. After a few minutes of awkward silence I finally gave up and questioned him. "What do yous want from me Conlon?"
"Ah, nothing sweet face," I tried to throw a punch but he ducked it smirking. However, he wasn't expecting the swift blow to his shin from my steel toed boots. Ha, that sure wiped that silly grin off his face. Despite the pain the pain I could clearly see, with satisfaction, I had caused he kept going, and unfortunately kept talking, "Just ta walk in the company of a lady such as yur self."
"What evah Conlon. Just don't bother me any more." I muttered as I climbed up the steps to the lodging house.
"Anything you say doll face."
I walked through the door and slammed it shut in his face. On the other side I found a poker game in full swing. *So that's why he's here,* I thought to myself.
************************************************************************ Shout Outs
Pirate Chic- Hey gurl, thanx for yur never ebbing (haha vocab word () support! Luv ya always! Kepp reading to find out about how this poker game will turn out.
Tee pot- thanx for your great advice! I will take it to heart and continue writing this story! If you keep reading I will be eternally in yur debt considering my only other reader is Cad, and possible my obnoxious friend Lexie who isn't really reading for the enjoyment, but more for the kix of making fun of me the next day at school. Neways you probably didn't need to know that. The point is thanx for reading and reviewing, it means a lot to me!
Luv always, Smiley
************************************************************************ Chapter 2: Doll Face
I wasn't about to let him get away with something cheeky like that. I could see the disapproving looks on the ladies' faces as I ran down the street yelling, but- who cares what they think? Not me that's for sure. He thinks he can just do what ever he wants and get away with it because he's "Jack Kelly, the leader of the Manhattan newsies."
*Jeez, sometimes he makes me so mad* I thought to myself as my shawl blew off to the ground and I left it there. To the day I die I will never know what aggravates me so much about that boy, making me ignore everything around me in my anger. Once in a while I would see a glimpse of his cowboy hat, his coffee colored hair or his red bandanna, but I kept loosing him around corners. Finally I had to surrender to the ever growing stich in my side and stop for some gasping breaths. I sucked air into my lungs as fast as humanly possible making loud rasping sounds in the process.
I stood on the street corner as I caught my breath and looked around for Jack. I didn't see him anywhere and my annoyance mounted. I rolled my eyes and sighed at his childish ways, he could be so immature.
"I think you dropped something," I heard an all too familiar voice say behind me. I turned to find the one and only, king of Brooklyn, Spot Conlon. His head was cocked to the side with that signature grin plastered all over his face.
"Why thank you, your highness," I said with a fake British accent and a cursty to mock his so called "royalness." I took back my shawl and quickly wrapped myself in it, partly from the shivers of the drying sweat on my skin and partly as if it could protect me from him. I didn't quite know why I felt I needed protection from him, but I did. As well as I hid it, the fear of this godly figure who gets his way with anyone, girl or boy, sometimes overwhelmed me to the point at which I felt I was droning in a sea of it.
"And would you mind telling yur favorite king exactly why yous was runnin full speed ahead in the dark?"
"Actually, its because of that no good cowboy, if you must know."
"Ahh, yes, he's a trouble maker that one. Alright, lets head towards the lodging house, a baby doll like yo-"
He didn't get any farther than that in his sentence because socked him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and loss of air.
"Don't evah, evah, call me baby doll again. Ya heah? Come on Spot, you should know me well enough by now. Jeez, if I've told ya once, I've told ya a hundred times: Me name is Leila and nuttin else. Ya heah? I'm getting sick and tired of yur tryin ovah and ovah, Conlon, just cut it out."
He stood up and opened his mouth to say something but I put my hand up in front of his face. "Don't try any smart ass comments wid me Conlon, I don't want ta hear it." With that I turned on my heel and started walking back towards the lodge. The throbbing stitch in my side was now ebbing, but I still walked slowly, ambling towards the house. I could hear "the king's" footsteps approaching but I just ignored him when he finally caught up and walked next to me. After a few minutes of awkward silence I finally gave up and questioned him. "What do yous want from me Conlon?"
"Ah, nothing sweet face," I tried to throw a punch but he ducked it smirking. However, he wasn't expecting the swift blow to his shin from my steel toed boots. Ha, that sure wiped that silly grin off his face. Despite the pain the pain I could clearly see, with satisfaction, I had caused he kept going, and unfortunately kept talking, "Just ta walk in the company of a lady such as yur self."
"What evah Conlon. Just don't bother me any more." I muttered as I climbed up the steps to the lodging house.
"Anything you say doll face."
I walked through the door and slammed it shut in his face. On the other side I found a poker game in full swing. *So that's why he's here,* I thought to myself.
************************************************************************ Shout Outs
Pirate Chic- Hey gurl, thanx for yur never ebbing (haha vocab word () support! Luv ya always! Kepp reading to find out about how this poker game will turn out.
Tee pot- thanx for your great advice! I will take it to heart and continue writing this story! If you keep reading I will be eternally in yur debt considering my only other reader is Cad, and possible my obnoxious friend Lexie who isn't really reading for the enjoyment, but more for the kix of making fun of me the next day at school. Neways you probably didn't need to know that. The point is thanx for reading and reviewing, it means a lot to me!
Luv always, Smiley