Some Things are Just Best Left in the Past

A/N: I am sorry this took so long to update. I wrote chapter 2, and both my previewers offered some advice and I rewrote it a few times (4 to be exact). Thanks for your patience.

Review Replys:

Look who got reviews! That's right! I got my first reviews! Thanks guys!
Southern Spell: Thanks! I'll keep writing, you keep reading and reviewing!
Skips: Yup! Jack's box is in the first script, along with the photo. That is directly out of the first script. Update or else? Or else what? Dare I test you? Carryin the banner.
Diariesofthepast1899: I'm glad you like it.. Ohh you were hanging? yay!! I think thats a good thing...go me go me go me.. sorry a little bit of joy there.

For those of you who haven't read the original script (may I ask why not?) Here is the quote about Jack and his little box:

JACK dislodges a brick under a sink, reaches deep into the hole to pull out a small box. He removes some photographs
and papers, revealing a little stash of money, mostly silver. He quietly adds two quarters, pausing to look at:

INSERT- A PHOTO A FAMILY is posed before a painted western backdrop, two BOYS and their PARENTS.

A/N: Point of view (POV) changes many times from now on. Just look for the little POV under the page break. I hope it doesn't confuse you!

Without further adieu, Chapter 2! (oh that rhymes...)

Spot's POV

"Sell dah papes! Carryin da Bannah! Come on boys, wake up! Wake up!"
Ugggghh I rolled over, not ready to be woken up for the day. "Go away, lemme sleep!" I groaned at Jacob, the tall, thin 70-year-old who was in charge of the Brooklyn Newsboy's Lodging House. After a morning routine of playful fighting, I unwillingly crawled down from my top bunk. "Damn it!" I angrily said, forgetting about the cold concrete floor. A cool breeze came through the open window of the washroom, making the already icy water from the sink even colder. I reached for my gold topped cane, slingshot, and tugged on my key. As I took a few strides towards the door, some of the younger newsies stepped aside. I momentarily basked in my glory, but quickly joked around with the guys.

I nonchalantly sauntered down the streets of Brooklyn. I was kinda making "morning rounds" checking up with the street kids. I wandered towards the bridge, but in the meantime I checked the chalkboard for good headlines. Hmm...nothing good...I gotta on Conlon!... ---

"Well what have we here?" one of my newsies said to his friend, interrupting my "improvin" I knew they weren't talking to me, because they were a considerable distance away at the docks, so I watched. I didn't know who they were talking to, but I could tell it was a goil. She arose, and shouted at them to leave her alone. Out of habit, my hand slid down to my slingshot, ready to grasp it.

I heard the other boy continue, "Oh come on angel..." as he set his hand on her shoulder. The girl grabbed the boy's hand, and threw it firmly away from her. Upset, she marched away.
My hand was already on my slingshot, so just for the satisfaction, I shot a marble at a glass bottle. I nodded at the pleasing swish, shatter, and then walked towards the distribution office.

Ally's POV

Gosh, the newsies! Why can't they just leave a girl alone? I thought to myself, disgusted at the boys who had woken me up by the docks. That made me laugh a bit, almost in a teasing myself way. Ally, Mush is a newsie! Jack's a newsie... At the thought of Mush, my mood instantly transitioned back to the confusion and ache of the previous night. If my parents didn't make that damn decision... I was quickly swept up in a whirlwind of emotion. I wanted to get out of my life, and run to another. That's what your life has been Al, running. But it didn't matter, I ran anyway. I had no direction, no purpose, nothing. I just ran into the heart of Brooklyn, in and out of busy crowds of mingling people.

Yet all I could hear was the tap of my feet against the street and the swish of my skirt from movement. Even though there was a whole rainbow of colors, from people, to buildings, to trees, all I saw was foggy mess through my tears. I was completely surrounded, but I felt so alone. Suddenly, it felt like everything stopped. Life continued around me, but I stopped running, I stopped crying. I just stared at the ground and wandered aimlessly. Shadows of people littered the ground in front of me, but I didn't notice.

Third Person POV:

Staring at the shadows on the ground, Ally didn't see that she was about to run into someone. He whirled around, with his hand on his gold topped cane to see what had bothered him. Coming out of her absence of mind, she hastily apologized, "Excuse me, I'm sorry..." Suddenly, she cut herself off. Her hazel eyes gazed straight into an icy blue pair. Immediately freezing, Ally nearly whispered to him, "Spot Conlon."

Spot's shoulders dropped, and his hand fell from his cane. A smirk crept on his face, "Samantha, haven't seen you in a while. Still living in Manhattan?"

Anger boiled inside Ally at the mention of her real name, it felt like stinging reminder. "Spot you know I am Ally Porter. Samantha James is gone. Long gone. Anyway, I came to Brooklyn for a reason."

"A reason, huh? Well, Sam, I've got a reason to talk to you too." Spot cut her off.

"So you've heard?" Ally questioned.

"Not much gets past me, especially when it involves me."

There we go! Chapter two! I hope you all enjoyed it.. now start reviewing! I have already started chapter 3, but it will be about a week or so...until then, Carrying the Banner!