I hope you liked the last chapter so anyways here's this one and ya better like it! Na just kidding I wish you do though smiles sheeply oh and as always I don't own newsies I wish I did though! But I do own meself Dottie haha that's right I do I do and own with the story
Chapter 2
Dottie woke in the middle of the night still feeling light headed and dezed. She rubbed her eyes and all she could see was the embers in the fire still glowing and feeding warmth to the room. She felt uncomfortable with the itchy wool blankets that covered her body. She felt hot and feverish but she knew she had to leave in the morning. She had to keep moving. She wanted to go to New jersey away from new York, but sadly she knew she'd never get there. New York was going to be her home forever. Afterall her Ma and sister were buried in Park View cemetery.
She didn't sleep for the rest of the night and when she tried she began to hear footsteps. The loud noises became louder and louder until all the newsboys were outside except for one, Spot Conlon. He was the most feared and respected newsie around, she heard about him and how he infamously helped the Manhattan newsies in the strike earlier that year.
Ms. Cotton came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of oatmeal. She sat it down next to her and started asking Dottie some questions.
"Dorothy? May I as where you came from?" She asked sitting next to her on a chair.
"Well, I'd rather not say. I am not one for saying how I came here. After all the reason why I did is because I wanted to get away from it." Dottie explained.
"Oh, I see, but where will you stay?" Ms. Cotton asked somewhat confused.
"Anywhere, I am not sure I like New York much and I thought about going to Neww Jersey but I can't leave."
"Well, I made arangments for you to go to Manhattan to stay there. It would be better for you. After all they have newsgirls and more beds for you, and more people to watch out for you. Brooklyn isn't the safest place for a girl, btu Manhttan is." Ms. Cotton told her.
"Manhattan?" Dottie asked looking down at her bowl.
"Yes, it's much safer."
Dottie thought for a moment. Manhattan she'd lived there before and it didn't impress her, but one time she came to Brooklyn and she really felt like she belonged there (it was more like Poland).
"I see, that'll be fine I guess, when will I leave?" She asked looking up at Ms. Cotton.
"Tomorrow I suppose," Ms. Cotton said getting up and walking away.
Dottie sat there. "Tomorrow?" She thought biting her tongue.
