Chapter 2

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I woke up to the sounds of boys moaning, and a man screaming. I rolled off the side of my bunk and landed perfectly on my feet. I was able to see Racetrack still asleep and I chuckled.

I grabbed the pillow from my bunk and hit him over the head. He rolled over groaning, "Whadda you doin' up so early? Ya supposed ta be new to dis stuff," he mumbled as he rose from the bed.

I smiled at him, "Let's jus' say I'se an early risah." I entered the washroom and was greeted by half dressed boys and shaving cream being flicked all over the place.

I turned to leaving, feeling very uncomfortable and collided with Jacks chest.

"Is we always gonna greet dis way?" He asked softly pushing me aside to enter the washroom, "Be ready. I'se taking ya to Brooklyn foirst thing today."

I turned back to the bunkroom and sat on and empty bunk. I waited ten minutes and finally, Jack emerged.

He grabbed my hand and led me out the door without another word. He kept in step with me, but didn't say a thing.

I cleared my throat and said, "Are you'se okay? I know I haven't known ya fa long but you seemed so talkative."

He laughed and looked at me with a handsome smile, "Yea, I'se fine. It's jus' I think you'se is cooler den I actually expected. I might miss ya."

I felt flattered at his comment but just kept walking. The salty air assaulted my nostrils for the second time in two days as we reached the bridge.

The walk over the bridge was long, but nice. The view from up there is beautiful beyond actual words.

In fifteen minutes, we had crossed the bridge. I followed Jack as he headed to, where I supposed, we would find Spot.

We made it to the docks and there were like thirty boys here! Jumping around, and swimming. They were all big, strong and brut. I walked a little closer to Jack.

A few boys we passed stopped to say stuff like, "Whadda ya doin' here Kelly?" or "Spot's not gonna wanna see you heah." Jack rolled his eyes and made his way to the end of the dock.

"Jacky-boy! Long time no see, eh?" Came an anonymous voice from a pile of crates.

"Spotty! Come down heah. I gotta a fava for you'se." They boy jumped off his 'throne' of crates, and stood in front of Jack. They spit shook, ew, and I examined the boy.

He was about 5'10", he had sandy blonde hair, from what I can see, and grey-blue eyes, like steel. His face was irresistibly handsome. He had a blue plaid shirt on, red suspenders, and brown pants. He had a key that hung from his neck, and a black, gold tipped cane through his belt loop. He had on a grey newsboy had and looked incredibly intimidating. So this way The Spot Conlon.

"So, uh, Jacky, what is dis fava you speak of?" He asked in a cocky voice. A smirk was visible on his face. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Look Spot, I have no room in me Lodgin' House fa one of me Newsies. Do ya think ya can help me out?"

"I don' know Jack, that's a lot ta ask, especially when you already owe me," he paused, and then looked at me, "I'se gotta meet this newsie you speak of."

Jack looked at him, "Fine," he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, "Spot meet Sara, Sara dis is Spot."

I looked at Spot intensely, "Yea I'se hoid a' him," Spot gave a cocky smirk and I scoffed, "Yea, the arrogant joik of Brooklyn."

Spots smirk continued as her said, "Yea, so I've hoid."

Jack intervened, "So Spot will ya? Will ya take her?" Jack pleaded. Man he really wanted to get rid of me, huh?

"I don' know Jack. She is a goil after all. I mean ya know I don' take 'em."

Jack looked at Spot for a moment and said, "Spot. Please? Ya know I'se asking cuz I can trust ya. I mean who wouldn't trust the bravest and most fearsome newsie in all of da city?"

Spot smirked and stepped forward. He took out his cane and leaned forward on it. "Fine, but if she's gonna live heah, she's gonna have ta toughen up," as Spot said this, Jack was half way down the dock.

Spot turned to me, took my hat off and chuckled, "You look betta wid yoah hair down. Keep it dat way," he said.

I rolled my eyes and snatched the hat out of his hand, "It's too hot ta wear me hair down," I said putting my hair up in my hat, "Plus I'se don' care how I look right now, I'se is busy tryin' to keep myself from starvin'," I replied.

"Fair enough," Spot said." He grabbed my arm and pulled me close. He growled in my ear, "If you'se gonna live in Brooklyn, you'se gonna have ta be treated like a Brooklynite. So toughen up? Got it?"

I gulped and nodded my head. He released me and said, "Good," before strolling down the dock.

He turned towards my expectantly, "Well? Ain't ya comin'?"

I nodded and sighed, chasing after him.

My life in Brooklyn would be no piece of cake.

A.N: So that was chapter 2! I promise Spot will become his jerky, arrogant self! Just needed to get this started off. Hope you liked it! And please please please REVIEW!