ok, my computer crashed, so i cant respond to my reviews even though i loved them. also, i will probably be updating less often. like a lot less often. i now only have acess to my dads laptop as opposed to my family computer. plus this coming week is "hell week" meaning the week before our play opens during which every waking hour is spent in the theater.
that was boring, onward!
Mustang awoke again to the sound of feet above her. Time to sell papers! She dressed quickly, grabbed her hat and was out the door. She decided that if Dutchy didn't mind she would sell with Kid Blink today. He looked dissapointed when she told him this, but said to go right ahead. So Mustang and Blink headed to Central Park. They sold out rather quickly, mainly due to the fact that Mustang could make people pity her. They retired to the banks of the pond where she had spotted him being soaked by the Delanceys a few days ago, but neither of them made the connection. They were gazing across the water, content just being in each other's company.
"Blink?" He turned to look at her and quite unexpectedly, she reached up and removed his eye patch. "Did you know you have two different colored eyes?"
"Surprisingly, I did know that," he laughed, and she smiled but something seemed akward about it.
"Is that why you wear the patch?" He nodded, not entirely sure what she was going for with this. "It seems kind of silly I think. To hide just because you're different."
"You don't know how it feels to be stared at. Who wants to buy a paper from a newsie people stare at? I don't like feeling different." He made to take the eye patch back, but she kept it from him, not in a mean way, but she wasn't finished.
"There'a nothing wrong with being different. Where would the world be if no one stood out in the crowd?"
"You wouldn't understand what I mean."
"Not understand? Blink, you're talking to a girl that lives in a lodging house full of boys and rides through New York on a horse. I know how it feels to be different.
sorry its so short, but i have to go!