Chapter 5

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I woke up that morning with something covering my face. I internally panicked, but soon relaxed as I realized it was just my pillow. Wait… Didn't I leave my pillow outside last night? I peaked under my bunk and saw Spot Conlon sleeping peacefully.

A small smile emerged on my face as I realized he must've brought it down for me. I examined Spot for a moment; his longish, dirty blonde hair fell over his eyes, his mouth was slightly agape, letting light snores out once and a while.

For once Spot Conlon looked innocent. But I put that aside. I'm sure the boogie man even looked peaceful in a slumber.

Quietly I swung my legs over the edge of my top bunk and hopped down, landing my feet silently on the wood floor below. I looked at Spot for a minute longer before slowly turning and quietly walking out of his room. I made my way past the bunkroom, the sound of snores assaulting my ears. The hall way was dark, and I had no clue what the time was.

I made my way to the washroom and shut the door quietly as I entered. I looked in the mirror and was absolutely horrified. I looked like a mess! In all my fifteen years of life I had never looked so gross.

My face was caked with dirt, and my hair was a rat's nest. Bags developed underneath my eyes, and I smelt awful. I looked around the washroom and sighed as I caught sight of a pump and bucket for bathing.

I slowly pried the clothes off my body after I had pumped the water into the tub. I dipped my foot in and discovered it was intensely cold. Oh well.

Like ripping off a bandage, I plunged my whole body under the ice water. As I emerged a gasp escaped from my lips. It was so cold!

I took the soap from next to the tub and lathered myself in it, washing the dirt and sweat off my body. I put the hair cleaner in the hair and rubbed it like crazy. Once I rinsed off I exited the tub and dumped it down the drain.

I pulled a towel around myself and looked in the mirror. I looked good, really good. I saw a razor and shaving cream next to me. I sighed. It was about time I tamed myself. I lathered my legs and pits in the shaving cream and quickly shaved the hair off of my. I ran my hand down my leg and sighed happily.

I felt so good. I put my clothes back on and ran a spare comb through my hair. I pulled it up in to a messy bun and once I declared myself good, I exited the washroom. I walked back into Spots room to see him just waking up.

He looked up to me and was surprised by my appearance, "See ya took me advice, huh Cross?" He asked, looking at me. I looked nothing like he had seen me before.

I walked over to the bed as he rose pulled my shoes from under the bed, "Thanks fa bringin' me stuff back inside," I said gratefully.

"Yea, well if those got lost or ruined, you'd be walkin' round barefoot, so I figured I'd help ya dis once," he said pushing my thanks to the side.

I snatched my hat of the bed post. I put it snug on my head and left the room, leaving Spot to change.

I sat on the steps of the lodging house, waiting for Spot to exit. I heard the door opened, and was surprised when I didn't see spot.

It was a boy, about a year younger than me. He was tall and strong, but had a boyish face. He looked at me and smiled, "Hi there," he said.

I returned his smile, "Hi back"

The boy sat next to me and I looked at him with a questioning look, "Waiting for my selling partner," he said in perfect English. He extended his hand to me, "The names Sinker. They call me that because I can't swim," he admitted shamefully.

I chuckled and grabbed his hand, "Sara, but the overlord calls me Cross. Says it's cuz I'se is always crossing me arms," I said.

He chuckled, "Well it's nice to meet you Sara-Cross."

"And a pleasuah meetin' you'se Sinker."

At that moment Spot opened the door and walked right between us, grabbing my arm in the process. "Hey! What was dat foah?"

Spot shrugged, "Cuz I'se don' wanna be late cuz ya too busy flirting," he said not looking back at me.

My jaw dropped at this accusation. "I was not flirting! Jus tawkin! Jus cuz I'se tawking ta a boy doesn' mean I was flirting!"

"Yea, yea, dat's what dey all say," he kept walking.

I exhaled and followed him to the Distribution Center. Spot once again bought two hundred papes.

I decided to challenge myself today and bought twenty five papes.

Spot looked at me like I was crazy "Ya can barely sell eleven papes! What makes ya think you'se can sell twenty five?"

I crossed my arms, "Because if I challenge myself I'se can do anything," I said.

Spot scoffed, "Who fed you dat crap?"

My face fell, "My faddah did, and it ain't crap, it's true, I'se'll show ya!"

With that I marched away, to my selling spot. I would do this. I would sell all my papes. I knew I could do it.

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