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Heeelllloo there :)

Okay. So usually I'm able to write a few pages a day, but lately I've been a bit slow with it... I know exactly what I want to write, but I just can't seem to get it down on paper, you know? So I might be a little slow with the posting. Sorry.

Anyway, I hope everyone likes it so far. Here's chapter two.

--Start--

"So uh... Chaos, huh? Int'restin' nickname." Kid Blink said. I shrugged. "Guess so." I replied. We had been walking for over two hours, and so far this was the longest conversation we had. "How'd ya get it?" He asked.

"Few years ago, da bulls found me sleepin' out on da street. Since dey didn't have any reason to put me in da refuge, they figured they'd get rid of me by sendin' me to an orphanage. Ya know, try and clear da city of some street rats. Anyway, some of da kids at da orphanage gave me the nickname when I got kicked out." I explained.

"Wait... Da Manhattan Orphanage?" Blink asked. I nodded. "But I thought dey wasn't allowed to kick anyone out..." He replied. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Exactly." I responded.

"Woah... W-What'd ya do?" He asked, sounding a little scared of the answer he might get. "Well, I didn't get along wit most of da kids dere. But dere was dis one guy dat I jus' couldn't stand. We were always fightin, 'nd he was always thinkin' of ways to get me in trouble... So one day I decided to get him back for it."

Blink cautiously raised his eyebrow at me as he waited for me to continue. "I played a few pranks on him... Ya know, put some itchin' powder on his bar of soap, 'nd dumped a few spiders in his sheets, 'nd put glue in his toothpaste... But one of his friends saw me doin' dat stuff and tipped him off 'bout it."

"Ohh... So he switched your stuff with his?" Blink asked. I shook my head. "Worse. He switched his stuff wit da caretaker's. I guess ya can imagine dat she was real mad. So everyone ratted me out 'nd she kicked me back on da streets. Which worked out for everyone, I guess, because that's da way I like it anyways."

Kid Blink didn't say much for the rest of the walk to Brooklyn. He kept a few feet distance away from me the whole time, as if I was suddenly going to turn on him.

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It was starting to get dark by the time we arrived. Blink stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked around in all directions as if he was trying to remember something. "Great... We're lost, aren't we?" I asked.

Kid Blink searched the nearby buildings for something familiar. "Not exactly lost... Jus' a little confused, I guess... But we'll find it. Spot's place is right by da docks... So we all we gotta do is follow da smell of fish, and –"

"Blink. We're in Brooklyn. Everything smells like fish." I pointed out. He ignored my comment and randomly chose a street to go down. About an hour after walking in circles, we finally got to a row of tall tenement buildings.

He stopped at one that had a ragged sign over the door. Scratched into the piece of wood, it said "Brooklyn Newsies Lodging House." Blink cautiously knocked on the door and we waited.

The door opened slightly and someone looked out. "Yeah?" They asked. "Conlon... It's Kid Blink. Jack sent me. He needs your help." The door opened all the way to reveal a good-looking guy around my age. Maybe a year older. He was pretty short, but taller than me. Then again, who wasn't?

He motioned for us to go inside with his cane. As I passed him, he looked at me curiously. "How's it rollin', Blink?" He asked, closing the door behind us. Blink shrugged. "A'right... You?"

The boy shrugged. "Fine... Now what's dis 'bout Jackie Boy needin' me help?" Blink motioned to me with a tilt of the head. "Spot, dis is Chaos. She was runnin' from da bulls back in Manhattan, 'nd Cowboy thought she should git outta dere. Guess he's wonderin' if ya can jus' look after her for da time bein'... Least 'til stuff quiets down."

Crap... I didn't know I was being sent to Brooklyn so I could have a babysitter. I didn't like that idea at all. All I needed was to get out of Manhattan for a few days. I didn't need anyone to watch over me.

Spot didn't seem too happy about the idea either. He grabbed my arm and tugged me towards him as if he was inspecting me. "I dunno, Blink... We don't usually take in goil's round heah." I smacked his hand off my arm and pulled away. His eyes widened with shock as he stared at me. "Well, ain't she jus' a ray of sunshine..." he muttered sarcastically.

"It was Cowboy's idea... Not mine." Blink said. Spot sighed and thought about it for a few seconds, hooking his thumb underneath his red suspenders. "A'right... I guess I can do Jackie-Boy a favor."

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After Blink left, Spot took my arm again and me through the horde of Brooklyn newsies. He opened a door in the back to reveal a narrow staircase (more like a slanted ladder) that led to a small room on the second floor. "Dis is da bunk room, 'nd dat's where you'se sleepin'." He pointed to a bunk at the far end of the room. It was against the wall, right next to the semi-shattered window.

"Dat's my room." Spot said, motioning to second door. "Stay outta dere and we won't have any problems."

Then he pulled me towards another area. It was sectioned off by a wall that didn't reach all the way to the ceiling. "Dats da wash room. I suggest dat if you want your privacy, ya get up 15 minutes before da rest of da boys." He instructed.

I pulled my arm away from his grip. "Would ya stop tuggin' me 'round like dat? I ain't ya pet dog..." I said nastily. He froze and his look turned sinister. "Do you know who I am?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure do. You're Spot Conlon. Leader of da Brooklyn newsies, helped out in da 1899 Newsboys' strike." I replied. He raised his eyebrow at me, but smirked. "Yeah. Dat's exactly right. And people don't disrespect me, ya got it?" he warned.

"Is that right?" I asked, crossing my arms and shifting my weight to the other foot. Spot's eyes narrowed at me. "Look. Dere ain't no caretaker here dat says whedda ya stay or whedda ya go. I'm in charge, and if you mess wit me I'se got no problem throwin' ya outta heah."

He turned to walk out of the bunk room again. "Terribly sorry, your highness." I called after him in a voice dripping with sarcasm. He stopped dead in his tracks, but didn't turn around. Instead, he took a deep breath that was filled with aggravation and clenched his fists before leaving the bunk room.

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"Hey... Hey. Git up." I groaned and buried my face deeper in the pillow. Wait... Pillow? I thought. Oh yeah... the Brooklyn lodging house. Someone started poking me annoyingly in the back. "Bug off, would ya?" I mumbled, my words slurring together. I tried to swat their hand away.

"Git up!" The voice demanded again. I opened one of my eyes to see Spot standing impatiently by my bunk. "Oh great. you. What time is it?" I asked, raising my head off the pillow and squinting so the lights didn't burn my eyes.

"5:45." He responded casually. "What!? You'se crazy!?" I rolled over again, turning my back to him and pulling the covers up to my head.

He sighed in aggravation. "Dammit, Chaos. Get up 'nd get in da shower!" He demanded. "Bum off 'nd let me sleep." I muttered in response. I wasn't exactly a morning person. Spot ripped the blankets off me and I sat up immediately. "What's da big idea!?" I yelled, causing the other newsies to look over at us.

"Get in da shower!" He repeated. I raised my eyebrow at him. "No!" I shouted back at him. The guys' jaws dropped open as they watched me disobey their leader. Spot's whole body seemed to tense up, but he didn't say anything.

After a few seconds of staring me down, he turned on his heel and walked away, muttering angrily to himself. I smirked as I watched him leave, feeling accomplished. Thinking I had won the fight, I lied down again and closed my eyes.

I was wrong, though. A few seconds later, I heard quick footsteps coming back over to me. "Shower's comin' to you..." Spot growled angrily. Before I knew it, I was soaked from head to toe in freezing cold water, and so was my mattress. I screamed and got tangled in the wet sheets as I tried to scramble out of the bed. I rolled to the floor with a loud thump and looked up to see Spot standing over me with an empty bucket.

His eyes blazed with anger as he stared down at me, but other than that he kept his cool, smirking at his victory. He obviously didn't like that I had caused a scene. Especially in front of his newsies. He was the leader, and no one degraded his power in front of his boys.

"We're leaving in 15 minutes. Be ready." He instructed.

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"I don't understand why I'se gotta sell." I said stubbornly. Spot kept a few paces in front of me as we walked, and I strolled behind. "It's a 'Newsboys' lodging house.' You're gonna stay there, you're gonna sell." He told me, keeping his gaze straight ahead.

"Exactly. Newsboys'. I ain't a boy." I replied. Spot suddenly stopped and whirled around, causing me to almost bump into him. "Chaos... Ya don't dress like a goil. Ya definately don't got da manners of a goil. You act nuttin' like a goil. So if ya decide to change dat, let me know and I'll stop treatin' ya like one of da boys."

As much as I hated to admit it, he had a point. I sighed reluctantly and continued following after him. Usually, I wasn't this much of a pain in the ass. But Spot Conlon's ego was too big for his own good. Someone had to let him know that he wasn't in charge of everyone.

"I'm hungry..." I whined. Honestly, food was one of the last priorities on my list. But I intended to be as annoying as possible to give him payback for the rude awakening I received that morning.

He groaned and reached into the sack he was carrying over his shoulder. "Heah." He replied, tossing an apple to me. I caught it and examined it, raising an eyebrow. "Do ya normally carry 'round fruit wit ya?" I asked.

Spot rolled his eyes and shook his head. "It was gonna be me lunch... But hell, at dis point I'll give anythin' up jus' to get you to shut yer trap." He replied. I smiled slightly and jogged to catch up with him, tossing the apple back to him. "Forget it. Ya probably poisoned it, for all I know."

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