Author's Note: I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who reviewed! You guys were so nice not telling me right out that it sucked, so thanks! Can anyone tell me what kind of music and clothing was worn/played in 1899/1900. And what were some other words they would use to describe pretty, I know they didn't use hot or sexy, etc. And I'm going to need some new characters, so if you have any suggestions let me know. My email is FrostyGrl721@aol.com and that is my AOL Instant Message screen name.
The Warning
"Whoa. Back up Spot." A tall, muscular Newsie named Trouble spoke up. "That pretty girl is your sister?"
"Yeah. How could she be related to you?" Sullivan cockily asked.
"Yeah that girl is my sister. My twin sister, in fact. A pretty little thing ain't she? And watch your mouth Sullivan or I'll soak you." Spot growled, aiming his slingshot at Sullivan's head, who, in response, paled. At the last moment Spot aimed it a bag right above him.
"Your twin sister?" a very, surprised Lucky asked. "You never told us Newsies you had a sister, much less a family.
"When I ran away from home, I left my past behind me. I swore never to talk about it. But yes, that is my twin, Cecile, and we were very close before I left. But now, look at what happened. She hates me." Spot said frustrated as he broke another bottle.
"I'm going to go talk to her and don't want us to be disturbed. Is that clear?" All the Brooklyn heads nodded. Spot started towards the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House.
"And another thing…" Spot began, turning back around. "I don't want any of you, any of you, to lay a finger on her. If you do, she will tell me and I will hunt you down and kill you." Spot spoke these words in a very, slow, low manner, so that all of the Newsies know he was deadly serious. He started back towards the Lodging House, while the rest of the Newsies stared after Spot in disbelief. It was the first time Spot Conlon, the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies, had ever threatened his own Newsies before.