Chapter 15
One World
A/N Hey guys it's been awhile! Just a fair warning, this chapter might really stink. It's probably the worst filler chapter ever because I really don't know what to write, so really sorry. Title comes from a Celtic Woman song…so beautiful! Anyway if you are still reading…stop and save yourself the time. It's short and a filler. But if you do read…try to enjoy it!
There was no rest in Brooklyn from the night Robin came to the warehouse beaten to the day that the fight was to be held two days later. Spot was preparing for war, so he insisted his newsies spent more time practicing fist fighting and shooting with their slingshot.
No one slept that night. The anxiety kept Spot awake, and no matter how much he tossed and turned, he could not find it in him to sleep. How would tomorrow go? Would Blade fall? Would he? If he did, what would become of Brooklyn. Brooklyn. One of the very few things that Spot treasured more than anything. But the other things were lying in bed the next room over. Aoife and Nuala meant so much to Spot, and he didn't know what he would do if they got hurt. He had made them promise that they would stay at the warehouse; he even ordered one of his newsies Tiger to guard the place so the girls wouldn't sneak out. Because knowing Nuala, she would even if she had bruised ribs. He also told any boys under the age 10 to stay there too. The thought of his boys getting hurt also plagued his mind. They were his friends, his family. He had grown up with them in Brooklyn and he wanted to lead them with courage and loyalty. He wanted everything to go as plan.
Tomorrow
Ryder was anxious as well. He too wanted everything to go smooth-well as smooth as a day could go when two Burroughs was getting ready to fight.
We'll discover.
Nuala was determined. Even though Spot had told her to stay put, but she couldn't. She knew her place was with the boys, fighting side by side with them. She had to help defend Brooklyn, and she would-by any means necessary.
What our God in Heaven.
Aoife rolled back and forth from side to side. She worried about what tomorrow would bring, if Liam would get hurt, if he would come back. She did not forget about the ring that was on her finger. Even though she had gone to confession and had her soul forgiven, she still wanted nothing more than to be married to Liam who insisted that they wait until all of this was over. But she was worried that for Liam, tomorrow wouldn't come.
Has in store.
One day more.
A/N Hey guys, sorry for the long update and for the extremely crappy chapter, really, it was bad. Along with my busy schedule of nonstop dance rehearsals (opening of my dance show is Friday!) I've kinda had a case of writers block. Like I previously said, I know what I want to happen, I just don't know what to write to get there. Sooooo yeah. I hope the next chapter will be up by next Monday (I leave for spring break on Tuesday). Anyway thank you all who read/review! Don't forget to favorite and follow!