Hello all I've decided to do this story on me, Dotie. So I hope you like it and if you don't I'm sorry lol and I don't own anyone except for Dottie
Chapter 1
Dottie Krakowski, there's much to be said about her. That she was young and ran away from home and began a pirate life which is fiction of course. Although now there's only one person who could tel her story, Molly Berkshire, her granddaughter.
Dottie ran through the muddy streets of Harlem trying not to slip. It was late and the stars had already been shining for 2 hours. You see she grew up in Poland until she was 10 and moved with her mother to the Bronx in New York to start a better life but that didn't really happen. Her mother died 9 months later giving birth to Dottie's baby sister Anna. Anna died a month later and the landlord sent her to a orphanage to live there until she was 14 but a family took her in. They lived in Midtown and were very cruel to her. She slept in their drafty attack and would beat her if she even glanced a look at them. Then she was sent to a man in Long Island to work for him that didn't last long either. At last she was sent to Manhattan to a wealthy family who was nice to her and ad her going to a fancy school.
A/N( you know that one girl in the beginning of the movie who walked past the newsies in the black and white dress. Well dottie looks exactly like her1 I swear lol)
Then the lady of the house, Mrs. Hamilton, died of fever and her death drove Mr. Hamilton mad. He often beat Dottie until she could barely move. So she snuck out the kitchen window and left leading to where she is now.
The muddy streets made her slip numerous times before she made it to the Brooklyn bridge. She wished there would be shelter somewhere on the other side. It was cold and the chill of the icy fall air went through her bones. All she was wearing was a thin cotton shirt, a tan skirt and a black cotton coat that held no warmth. The bridge was also muddy and dark. There were no carriages coming acrossed it and the fog was terribly thick.
At the end of the bridge there was a large brick building the read lodging House.
It was dark and she could barely read it. She squinted but it still was sorta blurry but she knew it read Lodging House. The large wooden doors stood before her urging her to knock so she did 3 large knocks on the door but no one answered she was tired and cold and was ready to fall because her feet were sore. She huddled into the corner of the steps and began to sleep with the thin icy air blowing around her.
Next Morning.......................................................................................
Three boys stepped out of the lodging house before seeing Dottie's still body in the corner.
"Look it's a goil!" A boy said pointing at her. You could see their breath in the air.
"We'se gotta tell Ms. Cotton," Another boy said wrapping his coat more tightly around him.
"Ms. Cotton, dere's a girl sleepin' on de stairs!" one boy called inside.
"A large woman waddled out from the building. She was roung with golden brown curls and a pointy nose and small glasses.
"Oh no boys get her inside she might not be sleeping." Ms. Cotton said getting a look of distress on her face. The boys carried Dottie inside and laid her on the sofa.
Ms. Cotton checked her pulse then her forehead to see if there was any sign of fever but there wasn't any sign of it yet but she was unconciese and looked peaceful.
"Boys please fetch some blankets she's freezing," ms. Cotton ordered some of the boys.
One of them handed her a blanket, "Where's she gonna sleep?" He asked looking down at Dottie's face.
"I'm not sure Blue, we don't have any beds do we?"
"Naw Ms. Cotton dey all taken up." He told her shrugging.
"We'll have Spot take her to Manhattan, they'll surly have something better for her." Ms. Cotton assured Blue.
"Heys what'll I'se do?" Spot said walking in the door and sliding his cane into his suspendor.
"This girl, she's awfully sick and it might get worse but we have nothing for her here, so you'll take her to Manhattan in a couple of days. Jack will surly keep a better eye on her."
"Why do I'se gotta go an' take da goil?" he asked walking over to the sofa.
"Spot because you're the only one that will surly keep her safe during that trip." Ms. Cotton told him with distress in her eyes.
Spot walked away thinking everyone had gone crazy, she was just a sick girl and that was all.
Ms. Cotton took Dottie small petite hand in hers. They were cold in pink but she still held them like they were hot potatoes.
"Honey, please talk to me, come on what's your name. Talk to me please, I won't hurt you. What's your name?" Ms. Cotton asked trying to get her to talk.
She slowly bean to wake up and whimper slightly. She sat up half way blinked her eyes a couple of times and looked around.
"Where am I?" She asked her eyes looking confused.
"Your in Brooklyn darling. What's you name?" Ms. Cotton asked.
"I'm Dorothy Krakowski, and I'm awfully cold." She said shivering.
Ms. Cotton laughed and covered her with more wool blankets.
"Ms. Cotton wills she's be okay?" Blue asked.
"I am not certain but I am hopeful that she will darling," Ms. Cotton said shooing him away from the shivering girl.
