Huh. I've been writing in 3rd person for the whole story, and I've gotten hooked on 1st person now.
Don't worry, I won't change on you, but if I slip up, I so sowwy!
By the way, read my other stories! Newsies Again (Another time travel fic), Three Days Grace (Spot's life story), AND, I'm going to be re-writing the first few chapters of You'll Be the Death of Me, Spot Conlon and I'm gonna make it lots better!
On to the chapter.
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Spot Conlon 1882 to... 2009? Chapter Eleven, Delia's Trip to the Sea
Delia's POV (Can't really be a point of view if it's 3rd person, can it??...Whatever)
July 9th, 2009
Delia's day started bright an early at 6 AM. She was pretty surprised to see Spot up before her. Over the passed few days, his skin had become paler and paler, his bright electric stormy blue eyes had lost its light and he didn't seem like the old Spot. And Delia missed this. "Maybe I've been too hard on him?" She thought to herself, glancing at him on the bottom bed while getting a few things out of the closet. He was looking back at her. Delia couldn't keep her eyes on his poor skin and eyes and she looked back to her things. Ian, despite his love for sleep, was getting up. He had also been invited to go to the beach, but had denied for whatever reason. Ian jumped off the top bed agilely and nodded to Spot and Delia before he left them room. Once he was down the hall a good ways, Delia tossed the belongings in her hands to the floor and turned, her mouth opening.
Spot had stood up off the bed, his mouth open as well. Both teens snapped their mouths and gave each other grim smiles.
"You go first..." Delia sighed, walking over to the bed and flopping down besides Spot as he sat down.
"Naw, ladies foist..." Spot said, looking down at the carpeted floor.
Delia took a deep breath, closing her eyes.
"Spot... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that-"
But Delia was cut off when Spot covered her mouth with his hand.
"Don't say dat. I was doin' everyting wrong, 'nd-"
But Delia cut him off, placing her hand over his. She would have told him to stop, but Spot still had his hand over her mouth, so instead she shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Delia wasn't an emotional person, but sometimes everything just went wrong and she didn't know how to handle it.
Spot removed his hand from her mouth and took hers from his.
"I don't know Spot. You're just so... You're such..." She barely knew what she was blubbering.
"Such an ass, ya mean?" Spot said, a little smirk pulling at his lips. A real smirk that Delia hadn't seen in days. She could smile if she wasn't crying.
She shook her head quickly.
"No..." She coughed, whipping the cheeks, "Stupid tears..."
Spot smiled, whipping a couple off her neck, sending shivers down her back.
"I just don't know Spot. At one time we're friends, and then the next we're biting at each other." Delia huffed her river blue eyes staring at the wall opposite of her, "We're frienimies..."
Spot let out a chuckled.
"I know whats youse mean..." He sighed, running a hand through his brownish blond hair just falling back into his face.
"Delia! Have you gotten your things together?! We've got to go!" Mrs. Teichman called from somewhere in the house.
Delia took in a deep breath.
"Yeah mom, one second." She called back, standing up in motion with Spot.
The both of them looked at each other for a few seconds before Spot pulled Delia towards him hesitantly, holding her tight hug, his face buried in her hair.
"Have fun, kay? Don't worry 'bout me or nuttin'. I'se'll take care of it." He whispered so softly, she had to listen very carefully.
Delia put her arms around his neck, hugging him back. For some reason, she felt the end hurrying towards her. Like he wasn't going to be around for long.
Spot felt it to and could barely let go.
They nodded to each other and Delia grabbed her things, giving Spot one last long look in the eyes before she left the room.
About an hour later, Delia, along with Danielle and their friend Jenny, were on the charter bus, taking a group of about 30 or so 7th and 8th graders to the beach along California's coast. Delia stared out along the farm land as they entered the mountains, leaving the valley in which they lived. But she should have fun, not just stare out the window...
Delia turned her head towards Danielle and Jenny, who were across the bus, sitting together. Danielle was already looking back.
"So, how's Mr. Pain in the A-" She stopped. Church trip. "-...Butt?" She corrected herself.
Delia sighed and shrugged. "Same as always I suppose..." She muttered.
Danielle, practically bored by Delia's answer, turned back to Jenny and started into a deep conversation, leaving Delia to her thoughts.
About two hours later, the group pulled up to their first destination: A cove.
The cove was rounded and pebbly, the sky filled with gray clouds, the cold wind sweeping over the sea pants the lined the cliffs down to the cove.
Delia stepped off the bus and took in a deep breath, taking in the salty air. She always loved the smell of salt water.
They hiked down to the bottom of the cliffs and they all spread out, climbing and searching for the wonders of the ocean.
Since Danielle disliked climbing the rocks, and Jenny decided to stay with her, Delia went off on her own to climb across the carved stone that she loved.
On reaching the rocks, being the only one there, she was the first to see the poor creature.
A dead sea lion lay there, along a few yards from the water. His head was still there, as well as his flippers and back legs and tail, but it's ribs were visible, as long as most of its innards.
Delia truly loved such a creature, even in death.
That was when that stupid little 7th grade boy ran up.
"Hey look guys! A dead seal!" He screamed back to his friends who were only a little bit away.
All five of the boys ran over with sticks and rocks, prodding the poor creature and placing rocks on its' head.
Delia stumbled a few feet away and collapsed onto the rock, shaking with fury. Did the human race have no compassion?! Even if the poor thing was dead, you shouldn't do that! Leave its' carcass to rot peacefully.
Finally once the boys had grown bored with the dead seal and moved on to mess with the other creatures of the sea, leaving Delia to look at the poor seal.
They had moved its' head around a little with the sticks they had and put a few rocks on its' head.
Delia pursed her lips in a deadly way and stumbled over to the poor creature. It did not stink and a few insects buzzed around it, but Delia thought it was beautiful. She remembered seeing the seals around the Monteray Aquarium and wished that this one was still in tact and swimming.
Without fear, Delia reached over to the seal, taking the stupid stones off its' head, careful not to touch it. Not that it was gross or disgusting, but there wasn't clean water and soap anywhere, and she'd be sure to touch her face that day, and didn't want to get sick.
She whispered a little thing about not having anyone disturb him again and left to climb the rocks.
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After about an hour or two of exploring the cove, everyone piled back into the bus and headed off to lunch at Taco Bells. After that, the bus took them to a real beach: hot yellow sand, murky, salty water, people, food... Boogie boarding all day in Danielle's opinion.
The warmth made Delia feel safe again. Even the hot sand that burned under her feet as they marched closer to the water to set up a few tents with food.
Pulling off her sweatshirt, revealing a blue tank top over a bikini top and black soccer shorts, Delia put her things together and put a good layer of sunscreen on.
Everyone took off doing different things. Some people played volley ball, others foot ball, while the brave ones went out to the cold water to see who could get their head under first.
Danielle, with the help of Brent, one of the Youth leaders, went to get a boogie board, leaving Delia by herself.
Laying out her blanket near the food, half way under the shade, she sat down, letting out a sigh.
Once of twice that day she went down into the water and wadded around, but that was about it.
What had Spot told her to do? Have fun? Yeah, right.
Now she lay sleeping in the sun, on her stomach to the ground. Danielle had dragged her out into the water and gave her the board, forcing her to board back. Sure, Delia had done it billions of times and knew exactly what to do and what not to do, but today she just couldn't get it right.
Her first time that day was her last.
Forgetting to pull up on the board as the wave came, the nose of the board went straight down, the back of it getting her right in the gut. Almost puking her guts out, she staggered back to the tent and decided to nap.
"Delia! Wake up!! Guess what happened!?" Someone screamed near by.
Half in and out of sleep, Delia squinted in the sun, looking up to see a dripping wet Danielle.
"What?" She mumbled.
"There was a seal and it swam right by this guy and he just started screaming!! He sounded like a girl!" She laughed, showing her funny little teeth.
Delia half smiled.
"And I missed that? Crap..." Truly, she was happy. Remembering that dead seal...
Soon enough it was time to go, and back onto the road they went, the sun falling steadily.
About half way back to Fresno, they stopped at an In-N-Out for dinner. Most of them ate half heartedly, all burned and tired from a day of play.
Back onto the road, Delia found a pounding head ache welcoming her. All she wanted to do was sleep.
Impossible.
A few 7th grade girls in front of them, who were right next to each otherwere practically screaming at each other.
This was going to be a long hour and a half ride home.
Chapter up! Like it? Some of this happened, yes, like the beach, dead seal (Which I named Freddy, but the mood didn't call for me to put that in it), the screaming girls... Lots.
I LOVE my reviewers!! So much, you'll never know. How many chapters did I say were left last time? Well, I might be changing it!!
Only THREE chapters left.
12. Spot's Day when Delia's at the Beach
13. The Masquerade
14. ~Surprise~
I just hope you guys don't guess what's happening! I want it to be a surprise!!
Oh, and by the way, my best friend, xXEmiShaeXx, is writing a few Newsies stories. One of these, called Falling in Mush, is a continual to this story!! I URGE you to ALL read it!
It's AMAZINGLY good, and even ties in with You'll Be the Death Of Me, Spot Conlon.
FYI, I plan on fixing YBTDOM, SC, when I finish this one up, which won't be very long at all!
Cookies for all!!
~Scree