A/n: this story is getting stoooopid. Yeah know what I mean, sorry if I disappointed any of you. Im a horrible writer, and never finish anything. And once again here is my very horrible short chapter:
As I was crossing the Brooklyn Bridge I wondered if I should have told anybody I was leaving, but then again, they would have told Knight, and I would never make it there. The Brooklyn Lodging house slowly came into view, and I felt myself grow nervous with each step I took closer to the building. When I reached the door, I felt like turning and running back, but I didn't. I put my hand on the door knob and slowly turned it, when I opened the door I saw about twenty boys lounging around drinking and having a good time, I slowly stepped in and let the door close behind me…which was a bad idea because it slammed shut causing half the boys to stop what they were doing and stare at me, which caused the other half of the boys to wonder what the hell there friends were staring at and look over at me too. I don't think I ever had so much attention on me at once. I really didn't want to be there.
"Heya Mute wadaya doin heah?" a tall boy with brown hair, who I knew as Sly, asked me. He was sitting in a chair with his legs propped up on the table.
"uuuhm.." I took a swallowed hard and looked around the room nervously. "I ...I need ta talk ta Spot." I finally managed to get out.
"oh ok, ill go get 'em" he stood up and went up stairs leaving me alone with the rest of the guys. They just wouldn't stop staring at me, and none of them were saying anything. Pretty soon Sly came back down.
"hey doll face, he wants ta see ya." He nodded up towards the stairs. I nodded and started to climb them, but stopped remembering I didn't know what room he would be in.
"uhm.. where do I go?" I asked Sly, softly.
"first door ta ya right." He said with a smile. I nodded and continued up the stairs, knocking when I came to Spots door.
"come in." I opened the door slowly, and stepped in. It was a pretty nice sized room, I mean it was small, but hey, we were newsies, we can't complain, right? There was a bed pushed up against the middle of the wall, and I dresser next to it, I looked to my right to find there was a small cot, next to the door...kinda weird. Spot was sitting on a chair next to a window, with his feet propped up on it. He looked up at me and raised is eyebrows, in a casual way, as if to say 'hey'. He let his feet drop from the window, as he stood up and made his way towards me.
"Why ya heah Mute?" he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head. His eyes were cold and I didn't like it.
"I wanna stay heah, in Brooklyn…be a Brooklyn newsie." I said with as much confidence as a could (which wasn't much let me tell you). His bored expression soon turned to one of amusement, and he gave a sarcastic laugh. But he soon recovered, and his features turned cold once more.
"You! You wanna be a Brooklyn newsie?" I simply nodded, I felt like a fool. I new this was a bad idea. "Why would you wanna stay heah anyhow?" I bit at the bottom of my lip.
"I had a fight wid me bruddah. He said I couldn't take care 'o me self, and I wanna prove 'em wrong." I new it sounded really childish, but I didn't care. He didn't say anything for awhile, he seemed to be thinking it over.
"I-I dunno Mute, I mean your not exactly 'Brooklyn material' ya know what I mean? Me boys ain't above taken advantage of you, and what if im not there to stop it? Then ill have 'Hattan on me bad side, not dat I couldn't handle them, its just I gotta alotta friends ovah there and …Im sorry, I dunno if I can help youse out-" he ran I hand through his hair, and walked towards the door reaching for the door knob. I couldn't take no for an answer.
"Spot please! I can take care of myself!" Spot gave me an unconvinced look. " just give me a chance, just till my bruddah figures out dat I don't need 'em. Nothin bad 'ill happen I promise." I pleaded with him. He let his hand fall from where it rested on the door knob. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, like this was giving him a migraine. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Fine." He sighed. I could have jumped for joy, but he would have thought me a complete idiot, so I just stood there smiling like a fool. "but you sleep there!" he pointed to the cot by the door, and I nodded. " and you aint to be goin around aftah dark 'round heah' ya undahstand?" he said pointing a finger at me roughly, my smile disappeared and I nodded. He can get really scary, let me tell you. "okay ill go get you a blanket, and go tell the boys whats goin on." He said stepping out the door, but before he closed it he poked his head back in. "does ya bruddah know ya heah?" he asked. I looked down at my shoes and shook my head, before glancing back up, he simply sighed and shook his head, in a "what am I getting myself into" way, before closing the door, to leave me with my own thoughts.
A/n: this chapter was nothing special as you can see and I don't think I wanna write anymore of this. Unless someone has any ideas for it, and wants to share them with me, just say where you want this whole thing to go, like with her brother and Racetrack. Yeah know…