Disclaimer: I said it before I'll say it again. I don't own Newsies. Or the company that created iPods. Please don't sue me.
Chapter 6:
Tacky Plaid Uniforms
Skipping down the stairs Allison or Spirit as Spot now calls her made her way into the kitchen. Grabbing a bagel she cut it and popped it in the toaster. Turning to the fridge she pulled out some juice and poured it into a cup she stole from the cupboard. Looking out of the corner off her eye she blinked and brought the glass down to the counter. Moving towards the door she looked out with caution. "I could have sworn I saw a shadow." She mumbled to herself. She screamed a little and jumped around as her bagel popped out of the toaster.
Groaning she shook her head. "I'm a girl, who likes horror movies and talks to ghosts and doesn't get scared, but I jump every time the damn toaster pops."
Tossing the bagel parts on a plate quickly, she leaned over and pulled out butter and cream cheese from the fridge. Taking a second to pick she pushed the cream cheese back in and spread the butter over the bagel watching it melt. Putting the butter back and closing the fridge door with her hip she grabbed her juice and walked back upstairs.
Her black suspenders swung at her sides as she moved. Kicking her door closed she walked over to her desk and sat down her breakfast taking a bite out of the crunchy buttery food. Plucking the black button up shirt from the bed she pulled it on and left 2 buttons on the fitted top open to show a light purple shirt under it.
"Look Spirit, Ise don't think I want ya ta go to da docks alone." The Brooklyn King stated as he paced around the room watching her get ready.
Grabbing her digital camera and the map she printed out off her dresser she tucked them into her pea coats pocket. "Oh? And why's that?"
"It's dangerous out there. This isn't da 1900's ya know."
"Duh, or else I wouldn't be here." She said commented as she slipped on her boots a chunk of bagel sticking out of her mouth. "If it's so dangerous why don't you just come with me?" She smiled smugly.
Growling Spot glared at her. "Yer not funny."
"I thought it was funny." Pulling her hair into 2 low pigtails she grabbed a newsboy cap similar to Spot's off an unopened box. "What's in that?" she mumbled to herself with a shrug and finished off her breakfast. Looking into the mirror she pulled on the cap and blinked to moisten her contacts.
Walking up behind her Spot gave her a once over. "Ya look like one 'a me newsies?"
"You had girl newsies?"
Nodding he simply said, "A few."
Wrapping a scarf around her neck she pulled her pea coat on making sure she had everything she needed. Buttoning it up, she walked towards the door. "The 5th dock right?"
"Right."
"You said you and the boys carved your names into the boards?"
"Yeah but they's coulda been changed."
Nodding she opened the door waving a small goodbye to Spot and left, stopping herself at the top of the stairs and turned back opening up her door and peeking her head in. Spot looked up from his uneasy pacing. "Hey Spot."
"What?"
"I realized why you're haunting the house and not the docks."
"Why's that?"
"Because, this is where you were most happy…" With that she smiled and went on her way.
Allison walked at a steady pace watching as her breath clouded in the cold. Bringing the map out of her pocket she traced the red line that she drew with a marker and took a right. "1 more block."
God, she couldn't wait for summer or at least the spring. Both Christmas and New Years had passed before she moved to New York. Sighing she looked at the map again and narrowed her eyes as she looked at the street signs and back to the paper. Stuffing the sheet back into her pocket she looked left and right, she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she saw the docks.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5…" She stopped at the 5th dock and took out her camera. Looking down she stepped around broken and rotting planks. Every once and a while snapping photos of carvings on the poles and floor boards. She smiled and ran her finger tips over a giant circle that decorated about 2 boards. "Must be from some game," She mumbled and stepped farther down the dock her camera in her cold hand.
Searching for a while, she kneeled down and ran her hand over a few boards that was drastically a different color then the rest and traced the outline of the misshapen puddle that had once been there. Snapping a picture she stood up again pretty much knowing what that was. Sighing she turned around and started walking back up the dock.
Slipping her camera back into her pocket, she wondered towards the street.
"HEY!! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?!"
Looking up at the voice that yelled she cursed under her breath. Cops, they never got along with Allison back home in Maine, why should they start to get along with her now that she was in New York? Thinking quickly she made a mistake and ran. Not the smartest thing to do when you know that you have not actually done anything wrong.
Running towards the end of the dock she dodged the Officer as he tried to grab her. Going to her left she tried to find an alley or something she could hide in. Slipping on some ice she grasped a drain pipe that hung off a close building to keep from falling. Looking over her shoulder to see the pudgy Cop coming towards her she sprinted towards the closest alley, knocking over a trash can as she ran by she pushed herself off the wall and towards the chain link fence that cut the alley in half.
Noticing a large gap in the chain at the bottom of the fence she slide through it and was about to get up when she was pulled back down. "Huh?" she looked behind her to see that she suspender had gotten caught on a part of the fence. Growling in frustration she tried to pull herself loose but no such luck.
"Damn it!" She yelled into the air and crossed her arms waiting for the Cop to come and cut her loose.
Spot paced the room since she left. He hated not being able to leave this god forsaken house and he hated the fact that Spirit could get on his nerves like no one else could. She was sarcastic, rude, annoying and a major pain in his ass. And in all honesty, he loved it. He liked the friendship he saw starting to build between them.
Growling he shook his head of those thoughts. She was just away for him to get to the peace that he had been waiting for. Nothing more, why make friends when he knew he was going to be leaving?
Looking up he smirked as her little brother opened her door quietly and tiptoed across the room towards her bed.
"Well if it ain't Jack-be-nimble, Jack-be-quick." Slowly he pulled out his slingshot and a ghostly marble out of his pockets and placed the small weapon in the holding pocket and aimed.
"She must have a diary somewhere." Jack muttered and started towards her desk. Reaching his hand out, he squeaked in a very childlike manner as the marble smacked into the desk where his hand was going. Jumping back he looked around the room.
"Hello?" Taking in a breath he shook his head. Looking back at the desk he searched around moving papers and rifling through her desk drawers again a ghostly marble shot out of no where hitting him in the shoulder. "OW!" Spinning around he looked with wide eyes at the empty room.
Spot walked over to the desk and gathered energy then slammed closed the open drawers and then reopened them multiple times. Jack gave a scared yelp and ran from the room. "Dad?!"
Laughing Spot picked up the marbles and walked towards the door. His laughter died when he saw Robert open the door which he hadn't known been knocked on saw Spirit looking at the floor with her jaw clenched and her arms crossed over her chest a Cop had his hand firmly on her shoulder.
Jack ran down the stairs. "Dad!"
Turning back towards Jack he held up one finger the tell tale sign that he had to wait one minute. Turning back around he eyed the 2 curiously. "Good afternoon Officer what can I do for you?" Robert asked politely taking his eyes off his daughter and looking up at the Cop.
"This girl says you're her father. Is that true?" He asked in a deep voice.
Seeing Robert nod, the man continued. "She was trespassing on private property and then ran when I tried to talk to her." He short pudgy man removed his hand from her shoulder and nodded to her father. "I'm leaving her with a warning this time. Good day sir." Turning he walked back down the small steps and then looked back at Allison. "You behave now Lass." He said showing his Scottish heritage.
Allison nodded and walked into the house with a small sigh as her father closed the door.
"We've been here a week and your already in trouble with the Cops?" Jack sneered at her. No longer frighten about the experience in her room now he was just angry. She had to be behind what happened in there. Some sort of booby trap.
"Jack let me handle this." Her father snapped at him. "Trespassing on private property? Running from the police? Allison Nichole Matthews what is wrong with you?!?!"
"I didn't know it was private property." She mumbled.
"What?"
"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS PRIVATE PROPERTY!"
Crossing his arms, her father shook his head. "You're grounded for 2 months. I want your phone, iPod, and your laptop in my office in an hour."
"But Da-"
"No buts. If you wanna talk to your friends it looks like you're going to have to write them a letter."
Allison clenched her jaw again and nodded.
"Friends? What friends? Allison doesn't have any friends in Maine. No one liked her cause she is such a freak. I hear her talking to herself sometimes Dad. At her old high school people actually saw her talking to herself. They thought she was crazy."
"Shut up Jack!" Allison yelled up at him where he stood on the stairs. Looking over she saw Spot leaning on the railing just in front of her door an unreadable expression on his face as he watched Jack rant.
But Jack kept talking. "They also thought the fact that she has 2 different colored eyes was creepy. I mean come on how many people have 2 different colored eyes. And she was always doing stuff like this back there. Trespassing, the Cops getting involved it was ridiculous."
'Two different colored eyes?' Spot thought curiously his attention now turned to the girl below him
Seeing that his daughter was about to cry Robert looked up and sternly said. "Jackson that's enough, go to your room."
"But Dad." He whined.
"Go!" He pointed.
Making a face at her back he turned and walked into his room. Allison kept her eyes staring at the ground. The lump in her throat was painful as everything her brother just threw out in the open about Maine was true. She had no friends, she was the school freak with different colored eyes and apparently she was considered crazy. Tears burned her eyes as she tried to blink them away.
"Allison, is that true?" Her father asked quietly.
"Want me to lie to you Dad?"
"No."
"Then yeah it's true. Okay? Are you happy now? It's true." Sighing she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and refused to look at either her father or Spot (who was still watching).
Robert pulled his daughter into a hug and let her cry into his chest. Rubbing her back, he hugged her tighter.
Spot looked away this was a family moment and he wasn't family. Walking back to her room he sat at the window and waited for her to come in.
10 minutes later Allison had cried all her anger and frustration out and now her contacts where hurting her eyes. Sniffing she pulled away from her dad and wiped her nose on her sleeve.
"Better now?"
Nodding Allison pulled away from her dad and removed her hat and scarf. 'God it's hot in here.' Unbuttoning her jacket she sniffed again.
"Ok, you're still grounded for 2 months for the whole Cop situation. But you can keep your laptop. You'll need it for school anyway."
"School?"
"Yes, so you know on Monday you will be attending St. Martha's Catholic School. Nancy went to go pick up your uniform."
"Catholic School, like with tacky plaid uniforms and evil Nun's with rulers?" Her red and puffy irritated eyes were wide with shock. 'Great," She thought "Now I get to be the freak and the Devil's child."
Nodding his head he told her to go get her phone and iPod.
Sighing she pulled out her phone and handed it to him. Walking up the stairs she grabbed her iPod from her purse and tossed it down to him from the top step.
Turning back to her room Jack stepped into her way.
Glaring at him she growled. "Get out of my way Jack!"
"Something happened in your room. And I know you are somehow behind it. I was hit with something and then your desk drawers went haywire. You booby trapped your room didn't you?"
Snorting she pushed the short boy out of her way. "Maybe it was a sign from god to stay the hell out of my room!"
Slamming the door and locking it she turned to Spot and gave him a 'You-did-it-huh?' look. Smirking he nodded.
"He didn't need to be in heah."
Nodding her thanks she tossing her stuff on her bed she pulled her jacket off and took off her boots. Grabbing her glasses she went into the bathroom leaving the door opened.
Not wanting to bring up what happened downstairs Spot chose a different topic. "So did ya find anythin'?"
"Yeah I did." She said as she took out her contacts and replaced them with her glasses.
Walking out she grabbed her camera and turned to her computer.
Spot was curious to see what the problem with her eyes were, he thought having two different colored eyes was interesting. Walking up to the side of her he leaned forward and pulled her chin to look at him.
He blinked when he saw them. There staring back at him behind her glasses all red rimmed and puffy from crying was one green eye and one blue.
(A/N): Sorry that it wasn't up sooner with Christmas and New Years I spent most of my time with my family. Anyway I hope you all liked this chapter. I'll explain the significance of Allison's eyes in the next chapter which I am working on right now. Please tell me what you think. =] Happy New Year! A big THANK YOU to all my Lovely Reviewers!!
P.s. I wrote a one shot a while go and posted it. Drop me a line on there if you like it =]