Sorry, It has been a while. It has been so long I forgot I had a story, haha! Wow…anyway like I said last time I amm completely new at this so, just fill me on my record.

Chapter 5: Jack Kelly

She was 9 when he sent her off with Aunt Martha. He could remember everything about her. She was a cute little girl, he wondered what she looked like now. He wondered if his friends would still love her like they had before. He sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the Brooklyn Lodging house. He had left Manhattan for a few days to clear his mind. To much was going on, he was being torn between his old life and the new one that was approaching him. Many times he wondered what she had to say, what she would have said. She would have been so proud of the strike, up there fighting with him, making sure that everyone had a fair break. That's where he learned it all from, his little sister.

Spot had been his friend since they were at least 11, he was always tougher than Jack, but since he was smaller, they worked as a pair. They learned from each other, and by that time Jack had tried to forget her, and tried to make everyone else forget her too. Spot asked about her once, Jack remembered what he said, "So whas tha deal wit your little sista Jackie?" Jack just smiled and responded.

"She left for Frisco two years ago, her name was Lanie, and she probably isn't coming back." That was all that he ever said about her. And since then Spot hadn't brought her up once. He knew Aunt Martha made sure she was educated, and brought up as a lady. But Aunt Martha was getting old, and he always questioned how long she would live, or how long it would be before Lanie came and found him. He had never thought about it this much, but he sensed her. It was almost as if he knew she was here, but she wasn't. He had gotten up three times in the night to check to see if a girl was in the room, and the room lacked all female existence. He knew she wouldn't be in Brooklyn if she came anyway. She wasn't that stupid, and if she did come to Brooklyn she would had to have remembered her way home….right?

Suddenly thoughts came into his head or horrible things happening to her, but why should he care, he didn't even know if she was alive. Their Old Man had their money in jail, and if they asked nicely there was a chance he would give it to them. Jack had been to see him four times, every single time asking for his share, but their old man said not without you both here. Jack told him once in that case he would never get it, and the old man just replied "I guess you'll have to wait until I die then, won't ya boy?"

He tortured Jack, more for fun than for real reason. He would die soon, and Jack would be able to find a real job, and maybe search for his sister and bring her back to New York. He smiled knowing Mary and Davie and Less would all love her. And the boys, man would they be happy. Everyone loved Lanie, and she knew it, she would come back one day. Upon Deciding this jack fell asleep; having the first full nights rest he had had in a long time.