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Chap. 5

"Huh?" I asked the boy who was dressed like a newsie, "What do you mean?"

"What, ya don't remembah yer own bruddah?" He said to me, still with an air of arrogance about him.

I glared at him, which he seemed to find humorous. He smirked at me and tried to imitate what I looked like with his steely blue grey eyes.

I was used to being made fun of because I don't remember my past. For some reason, people like to act like they knew me before, and see if I'll believe them. This boy must've heard some other newsies talking about me, and decided to act like he knew me as a joke.

"Haven't you noticed we have the same colored eyes?" he said, grabbing a hold of my wrist and dragging me over to where the bridge and road meet, so I could look in the water.

As much as I didn't like it, he was right. As I gazed into the water I saw that we both had the same eye color. He had a mixture of blonde and brown for a hair color, while I had dark brown, almost black hair. This, to me, meant he still could be lying.

Jack came running up out of breath from looking for me. He pulled the boy over and started speaking angrily at him in a hushed tone. I was straining to hear what they were saying, but all I could make out was, "not thinking", "wait awhile", and "leave". At that last word, the seemingly conceited boy stormed off, his eyes flashing the same color that mine did whenever I was mad.

Jack waltzed over to me, acting like he just didn't lose me, and then find me with some stranger. I didn't know that boy, but it sure seemed like Jack knew a lot about him to be able to make him leave.

Jack started to show me the way, but this time he walked almost right next to me. I guess he didn't want to lose me again, and how he was acting you would think I was looking for that boy.

"Jack…Jack," I said, tugging on his sleeve like a child. He nodded his head to acknowledge me, but didn't stop walking, so I continued. "What is that boy's name?"

He stopped and twisted around to face me "Uh, he's from Brooklyn." He was talking in the hesitant way that I had heard him talking in before.

"And his name is…" Now I was just trying to pry the answer out of him.

Jack looked at me like he was going to answer me for a second, but sighed, shook his head at me, and turned back around.

With that turn, I felt something inside me snap. I had told him and all of the other newsies everything about me, yet they didn't even have the dignity- no, the civility to tell me something about themselves.

"Doesn't he have a name?" I asked him, feeling bold.

"Well, yea, but it's not dat simple." I kept looking at him expectantly, hoping for more. "Dat boy ya met, he isn't all dat open."

"He seemed pretty open it me, I mean, he told me that we were siblings." The feeling of rebellion was still in me, and I'm sure he realized that.

Jack gave me a look of complete and utter surprise. "H-h-he what?" In the few days that I had known Jack, I had never seen him at a lose for words.

"He told me that he was my brother." Just to anger him, I annunciated each word and spoke slowly.

Jack's face took on a contorted look. He looked at me closely and said, "Did ya believe 'im?"

"Well, no, because that seems to happen to me a lot. All we have in common is our eyes." I shrugged, and Jack looked relieved.

"Ok, then, let's get ta selling our papes."

We went out onto a corner, but I could still see the Brooklyn Bridge out in the distance. As I yelled out my headline, and that's when I realized that Jack never even told me what that boy's name is. Oh well, right now I had to concentrate on selling my papes, which I was starting to realize I was horrible at.

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