Chapter 1:
When the ship finally pulled up at the dock I was pretty nervous. I had no plan, nowhere to go, and no money. Why did I ever go to New York? What was there to do? What will be different from England? These were the questions I was asking myself when I got off the ship.
I walked into the busy street and was bumped into twice, almost ran over by a cart, and yelled at in the first 30 seconds I walked out of the docks. 'I think I'm going to like it here,' I thought to myself as I walked down the hectic street. There were tall buildings close together everywhere and a million people doing a billion things. It was also so diverse here. I had never seen so many different types of people in the same place.
Soon it was dark and I noticed that I still had nowhere to stay and no money. I sighed 'I hope I don't have to sleep in an alley tonight'. I heard something coming from an alleyway and looked over to see what it was. As soon as I saw I gasped. It was a little boy being beaten up by two huge men. I had never seen anyone doing that to someone so unbearably. The little boy was just lying on the ground with his hands over his head. I didn't even think about what I was doing and before I knew it I just walked over there and swung my fist at the guy. I unfortunately missed and hit the brick wall with a 'CRACK' and pain shot up my hand. The guys laughed at me but they walked away kicking the little boy as they went. I walked over putting my hand under my other arm. "Are you okay?" I asked.
No answer. "Hey kid! Wake up!" I almost yelled not wanting him to die on me. His eyes blinked open and he looked at me.
"Where do you live kid?" I asked.
"Lodging Houseā¦"he managed to get out and then he went limb.
I forgot the pain in my hand and picked him up with difficulty since I'm not that strong and rushed out of the alleyway. I asked people where the 'Lodging House' was and how to get there, but people just ignored me like I wasn't there. I saw a statue a few feet away and decided to rest there for a few minutes. I looked around and saw a shabby looking building. You wouldn't say run down. It was just, not as nice as the other buildings in the neighborhood. I then looked at the sign that was just above the door of the building and it read, 'Newsboys Lodging House.' I wasn't sure if it was THE lodging house that he was talking about but that was the only one I had seen. So I rushed over there and banged on the door. I didn't realize how weak I was, and just when the door opened everything went black.
