Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own

by kkkkristen

Anne left her home of Ireland to go to America to meet her father. Once she gets there she will learn that things don't always go accordingly to planned and that people aren't always who they seem to be. Sometimes they can surprise you.

2. Chapter 1

Chapter One-Spot

Spot entered Mcafferty's Boarding House exhausted after a long day selling papers, among other businesses. Being the leader of Brooklyn wasn't all fun and games you know. It was actually a very stressful job. Making sure that no one was scoping out your territory, or ganging up on your men, or trying to steal your customers. There was also a great amount of violence that came along with the job. Spot was sure that he always had his trusty sling shot with him, just in case.

Though the job came along with a great deal of respect and admiration, Spot was very lonely. He had friends, friends who would gladly give their lives for him and him for them. But he had no one to talk to. No one to confide in. He wanted, no needed, a friend who was around him because he was Spot, not because he was Spot Conlon, owner of Brooklyn. He had, had a friend like that. One of the men in the Boarding House had been like a father to him.

He treated Spot as he would have his own children, complementing him on his paper selling skills and scolding him whenever he came in late. He had spoken constantly of his family back home in Ireland. So much that Spot actually thought of himself as a member. He had really liked that idea.

Sadly though that man was no longer there. He had been a trolley worker. One who refused to join the strike. He said it was because he could never abandon his family. They desperately needed the money. Spot admired him for that, putting his family before his reputation. Unfortunately the trolley workers didn't admire his refusal to strike. They killed him while he passed their line.

Spot was still trying to compose a letter to send back to the poor man's family. He wasn't to good with words and rather that send them news of his death he had continued to wire his own money to that poor family in Ireland. That poor family that deep down he knew he should be a part of.

Shaking this sadness away Spot raised his hand as a greeting to his friends and slumped down in the chair by the corner. There he began to doze off. He was awakened about a half an hour later by a girl's voice. It sounded Irish. Spot looked up to see a girl of about 16 standing next to old Macaffterty. She appeared to be inquiring about a room or something. She was of average height and build. Her face was rather average too, it was just her eyes that drawn him in. They were the deepest green that he had ever seen.

Though he had never seen the girl before she looked so familiar.