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Sarina's arm didn't feel better the next day, or the next week. Only after a month was she able to fully use it again. It was especially hard to go to work each day having to type and write with it, but she tried not to let on that it hurt so. It had been about a month and a half since the dispute and the Dalancy brothers hadn't been seen since. Things were more or less back to normal. It was almost Christmas and winter was most definitely there to stay. Sarina couldn't spend all her time on the roof before bed. Sarah's patience with her cousin grew thinner and thinner with every dinner Jack spent with them. Jack always made sure that Sarina was included in the conversations and he never let a dinner go by without being sure to acknowledge how wonderful it was. Sarina loved getting out of the house as often as possible, she'd go to work early and stay as late and Mr. Denton would let her. She would eat at Tibby's for lunch every day. With the money she made at her job she could certainly afford it. She got to know Crutchy, Kid Blink, Mush, Boots and Jack. Though she hadn't seen Spot since the day of the dispute she still thought about him, obsessed almost. There was just something about him that made her want to be near him. Yet something always managed ruin the moment. Today seemed to be looking up. It had stopped snowing and the headlines were fairly decent. She also went home to a nice surprise, there was a letter addressed to her from London. She didnt know it at the time but that letter was about to turn her life upside down. The letter read: "Dearest Sarina Claire Jacobs, It is with the deepest regret that I must inform you of your parents passing. Winter came to London early and hard this October. A few of their personal affects will be forwarded to you. Most of their property however has already been auctioned off due to withstanding debt. Again we extend our most heart felt apology and wishes in this your time of need. Sincerely, Mr. R. J. McGregor, Owner and Proprietor of the Acton Apartment Complexes November twentieth in the year of our lord one thousand nine hundred." Sarina couldn't believe what she was reading. She continued to stare at the piece of paper in disbelief as she dropped to the floor. Outside of the building Dave, Les and Jack were heading up for a little something to drink. As they entered the apartment they found Sarina sitting on the floor head in hands sobbing. Les rushed to her side and knelt beside her. "What happened Rina? Are you okay?" Les looked genuinely upset. Jack and Dave also looked worried. Dave though found the letter laying next to her and read it. Then he plopped down onto the bed beside Sarina and put his hand on her shoulder. "Davey what is it?" The suspense was killing Jack. Dave handed the paper over to him, he read it quickly and his heart dropped. When the entire family was finally home they all tried their best to comfort her. To no avail however. She went to bed and tried to sleep as the tears just kept coming. ********************************************************** The next morning however she tried her best to seem less depressed, she kept it up all day every day for about a week. She woke up every morning just in time to get ready and go to work, this way she didn't have to deal with the Jacob's constantly asking if she was alright. Crying herself to sleep at night she would wonder how she would make it through but then would push the thought from her mindif only to survive. As if things weren't bad enough for her she got more distressing news later that week... Mr. Denton walked into the office just as Sarina was finishing her last checks of his article. He seems unsettled as he sat down at his desk and she turned around to ask what was wrong. "Mr. Denton you seem troubledis there anything wrong?" He sighed heavily as though what he was about to say wouldnt come easy. "I'm afraid Sarina that I have done something terrible." She cocked her head, worried yet still calm. "The ownermy boss, he asked me why youve been so sad lately so I told him it was because of your parents passing." Sarina looked down at the floor. "Oh...well I fail to see what is so terrible about that." "Well that wasn't the entire conversation. He thought Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs...the people you live with were your parents. I corrected him and told him that your parents had lived in London." He stood up and looked out the window. "I suppose I assumed he knew you weren't a citizen when he let me hire you...well...he didn't. And now that he knows you arearean orphan he thinks it best if he report it to the proper authorities." Denton's voice cracked a bit at the last sentence. Sarina was speechless. She couldn't hold it in anymore and the tears began to flow, silently however as Denton continued to look out the window. He struggled to continue, but knew he had to tell her. "I thought I had better tell you before Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs and before anyone showed up on your doorstep looking for you. They...they're going to send you to an orphanage I'm not sure where yet...but" He looked back over towards Sarina who now had her head burried in her hands. "but I'll be there when they decide. Jesus Sarina I'm so sorry...I just wasn't thinking...I wish I could just turn it all around and do it over again...I'm so so sorry." Without a word Sarina got up and walked out and headed towards the stairs, she couldnt bare show her face to anyone who might be on that elevator. It was only about three in the afternoon and the newsies were still trying to sell their papers. She mainly took back alleyways to avoid them and just go home and hide. Not knowing what to do or who to turn to for help she just curled up in bed and cried herself to sleep. She only slept little more then an hour however, when she awoke she couldn't get her mind off of what her future would be. After long thought she decided that she wouldn't let this ruin her, she was stronger then this and wouldn't let it be the end of her. Although she had to admit to herself that she had never cried this much until coming here to New York. Then and there she decided never to do it again. Never would she let anyone see her crying in London, her reputation wouldn't allow it. Here however it was different, no one knew her really; she didn't have the same tough reputation as before, she had to begin all over again. Trying to make the best out of what seemed a terrible situation she thought that perhaps leaving the Jacobs was the best thing. 'I could really begin again, I could make the reputation I want, I can be who ever I what to be.' As she began to calm down she determined that she should make dinner so the family would think she wasn't taking it so hard. 'I wonder if Mr. Denton told them...' He had. After she left he managed to find David and Les and explain the situation. Denton met Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs outside of work; he wanted to be the first to tell them. They took it rather hard, until they got home. Seeing Sarina so calm and composed helped them to relax a bit. Still, they were sorry to see her go...they felt responsible for her now that her parents were gone but knew there was nothing that they could do. For a while though it seemed that Denton had gotten things straightened out, no one came for Sarina or sent for her. It seemed the city didn't care. The stories about the refuge bothered her nonetheless. She heard Jack tell them to Les and David and wondered if there was such a place for girls. He had stolen to get into that wretched place however, and she wasn't planning on doing anything against the law. Just when things began to look up for her everything came crashing down once more. It was the day before Christmas Eve and they had just sat down to dinner when there was a thunderous knock at the door. They all looked up at one another then all eyes drifted to the door. Mr. Jacobs went to it, but did not yet open it. "Yes, who is it?" Sarina's uncle said in an unnaturally deep voice. "I am Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick sir, from child services. I was wondering if I may have a word with you." Mr. Jacobs looked back at the rest of the family. "We're in the middle of supper, could you kindly come back another time?" Mrs. Jacobs said trying to help delay the inevitable. "I'm afraid not ma'am." Was his only response. Mr. Jacobs knew that it was best to let him in. If he didn't now theyd see him in court and the family didn't have the money for that. The door was unlatched and in walked a surprisingly short man carrying some papers in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Mr. Jacobs let him sit in his chair and stood across the table with his wife. Mr. Kirkpatrick sat but did not take off his coat as he set the papers on the table. Through all of this Sarina just sit and starred hoping that the reason he was there was to relay good news. It didn't look to be that way as the man clasped his hands together and looked sadly at Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs across from him. "I'm afraid it has been decided that it is in Sarina Jacobs' best interest to be placed under the care of the city." He said this as he looked back down at his papers, this was clearly not his favorite part of the job. "She will be placed under the supervision of Mrs. Butts a child care provider in the Brooklyn area." "Child care? She's not a child, just look at her she can take care of herself! And why don't you just say it's an orphanage, we all know what it is!" David couldn't stand the condescending way the man was talking to his family and burst out. "David really, control yourself." His mother uttered trying to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry son, but there is nothing that can be done. Yes it's an orphanage and no she's not a child but she's not an adult either and it has been decided to send her to Mrs. Butts in Brooklyn." Kirkpatrick looked at David as he tried to defend his purpose there. "Sir, I am aware there is nothing we can do to change the fact that she is to be put in a...orphanage, but is there anyway to have her placed in one in a better part of the city? Surely Brooklyn is out of the question..." "I'm afraid the decision if final, and she must come with me immediately." Charles interrupted Mr. Jacobs before he could finish and packed up his papers and put them in his coat pocket as he stood up. Sarina was shocked but remembered her vow, and her eyes remained dry. She slowly got up out of her chair and began to pack up her things. She didn"t have many things of value but the things that she cared for most she left behind; things that reminded her of her parents and life her with her extended family. The only things she took besides her clothing were the deck of cards Les gave her and the necklace Mush made for her. When she was done she walked back to the table noticing that she and Mr. Kirkpatrick were the only ones who had moved since she got up from it. They all just looked down at their dinner and the table as Mr. Kirkpatrick showed her out. The night was bitter cold and the snow was coming down in big wet clumps. They stuck to her coat and bare hands as she held tight to her bag. He helped her up into the carriage (holding one or two other children) and away they rode to Brooklyn. It was dark and all she could see out the windows were the clumps of falling snow. The fresh layer made the ride rough and long. After what seemed like hours of blank thoughts of how she'd begin again they arrived in Brooklyn. It was just over the bridge, the orphanage, and she thought perhaps she could get a job on the other side away from the Brooklyn newsies and their threatening slingshots. The place was cold and damp. Not very inviting, but I don't think that that was the idea. There were two other girls that came in with her and walked behind her as they came in. Mr. Kirkpatrick walked in behind them and went into the first door on the left, leaving the girls out in the hallway alone. In from of them at the end of the hall was a dark winding staircase that seemed to go up forever. There was one lamp lit in the hallway near the stairs but the rest of it was fairly dark. The shadows created by what little light there was seemed to hover ominously over them. Just when the shadows seemed to be coming closer the door he had entered opened and out he came along with a strange and rather crude looking women. At this point Sarina more preferred the shadows to this new unknown beast. Then the silence that had lasted since she entered the carriage was broken. "This is Mrs. Butts, she is responsible for the girls here. I must leave you now in her care. I do wish you all the best of luck." Mr. Kirkpatrick said this rather quickly, without much feeling. It seemed as though it was just something he had memorized and said to all the girls. He left promptly and the girls gaze then fell upon Mrs. Butts who looked back severely. Without a word she motioned them toward the stairwell and they followed closely (but not too closely) behind. The other girls were just getting ready for bed. As Sarina walked across the large room packed with bunk beds she looked at the zombie like girls crawling sleepily onto their poor excuses for mattresses. Mrs. Butts pointed to an empty bunk and another with room for one on top. They did as was directed and put there bags on the beds. As she left the room Mrs. Butts put out the lamp and the new girls had to get ready for bed in the dark. Crawling up into bed Sarina's mind was panicky and blank all at the same time. Not realizing how tiered she was she fell fast to sleep. It was a light and troubled sleep however. She tossed and turned, feeling the lumps of the mattress push at her uncomfortably. When she finally became somewhat comfortable she found herself facing the window that was now just a few inches from her face. The glass was icy cold and the moon which had just now decided to peek out from behind the clouds shown brightly and brilliantly...the one thing that now stole sleep from her heavy eyes. Later, hours later in Sarina's mind, she drifted into another uneasy sleep... The door slammed open and Sarina sat up in bed startled. "Get up ya lousy bastards, dere's woik ta be done." Mrs. Butts had hardly taken a step into the room as she said this then left as quickly and noisily as she had come. Sarina rubbed her eyes and reached for her bag that was at the end of her bed. That's when she remembered that she hadn't even changed for bed. So, depressed and cold she decided she just didn't have the energy to change into new cloths...not that she had much to choose from. Across the room sitting up on the another bunk by the other window were the two girls she had arrived with the night before. They were dressed and starring blankly around the room at the other girls who were obviously forcing themselves out of bed and into their tattered rags. She thought perhaps that the other two had also just not bothered to change for bed. The other girls didn't even acknowledge them as they dressed and left the room. The two other poor souls were Diana McFarley and LeAnne Holstrom. Diana came from Manhattan too, her parents left her when she was young. She had managed to do alright for herself until she got caught steeling...that's why she was now in Mrs. Butts care. LeAnne had another story; when she was a baby her parents gave her away to people that they saw as well off folk. The couple gave LeAnne their last name and with her real parents blessing set off for America where they were going to start a new life, a great life with their new wonderful baby girl. Unfortunately they were robbed and murdered right off the boat. LeAnne since then has been bounced back and forth between orphanages, not because she was bad, but just because there just never seemed to be enough room for her. Sarina found all this out while they ate their 'breakfast' in the dinning hall. They talked quickly and before long Butts came in and told the girls to get to work. Then within a matter of moments the entire hall was empty, save Diana, LeAnne and Sarina starring up at Butts as she towered over them. Then came a girl, almost as tall as their beastly warden. "Dis here's Liza, when dere's cleanin' jobs to be dished out she da goil ya go ta. Got it?" All three girls nodded furiously not wanting make any bad first impressions. Mrs. Butts left and Liza went from looking like an obedient soldier to an unruly mean bully, contemplating what to do with her fresh catch. Her smile was menacing, Diana and LeAnne cowered, Sarina just stood there looking back into those dark eyes. She was terrified, but hid it well. That was something she was getting good at: hiding her true emotions. "Newbies get to clean the windows..." she paused, successfully adding a painful suspense. "...out front." Her smile then grew from ear to ear and you could see every last tooth looking out tauntingly. The girls let out a breath they had been holding since she begun to speak. That didn't seem nearly as bad as they thought it would. Diana and LeAnne seemed more at ease as they followed Liza to the front of the building with buckets and rags. Sarina too fell into a soft feeling of safeness. Then it hit her, a sharp pain in her stomach made her falter in her steps. The other girls didn't notice as she recovered and continued to follow. As they walked out the front door and down the front stoop the sun was just beginning to shine through past the buildings. This was Brooklyn, home of the famous newsie Spot Conlon. ********************************************************* Window washing in December was not the best job, as Sarina could tell you. It was Christmas Eve and the snow was deep. Liza had given them a few instructions and left them to their jobs. They each grabbed a garbage pale and over turned it so they could reach the windows. Sarina was just getting her balance on the pale and was about to start cleaning the first window when she heard the voices she had been dreading. The Brooklyn newsies were out hawking the headlines, and with the snow and the cold were most likely to be in a sour mood. A bang on the window she was washing made her look back; there was Liza on the other side. She opened it a crack and whispered: "I sure hope da Newsies don't get any ideas." The girls looked at her puzzled, and she smiled. "I mean dey must be freezin', seein' some young girls washin' windows might brighten dere day, and takin' one home might just warm 'em up!" She burst out laughing and quickly closed the window as Diana and LeAnne looked at Sarina in horror. "It'll be fine." Sarina said with a fake smile. When their looks didn't change she new she would have to add to her reassuring statement. "If we just keep washing and pay them no mind, they wont even notice us." They then looked back rather uneasily at their windows and continued to wash. And the Newsies didn't notice them, they just walked by too busy trying to sell their papes. When Sarina was finished washing her fair share of windows she hopped off the pale and carried the wash bucket over to the alley. As she dumped it out she could here foot steps coming from the other side. They sounded like they were just walking by, then they stopped for a moment. Then ever so slowly they began to walk towards her. She pretended to be immersed in watching the dumped water melt the snow. She kept listening to the footsteps and then heard an eerily familiar pattern to them. Two slow crunches followed immediately by a sort of chinking sound. Like something sharp or narrow was piecing the snow and hitting the cobblestone below. 'A cane. An old man with a cane perhaps...', she thought to herself. But she new who it really was even before she looked up to see him stop and stare. "You're crazier den I thought." Said the newsie, sounding almost annoyed. "I thought you had bettah sense den to come ta Brooklyn." She almost began to cry and had to force herself from running inside the building and hiding under her bed. "I didn't have much choice in the matter." Sarina was relieved that she was able to get even that small sentence out with bursting out in tears. Spot had an interested look on his face, though she thought for a second that it looked more like a fake expression of concern. "How so?" He asked shifting his weight to his other leg and leaning on his cane. She searched for a way of explaining the situation. "The city heard about my parents dying, so they decided to stick me in an orphanage." Then his seemingly fake look of concern turned into an honest true feeling. "Sorry ta heah dat." He looked down uncomfortably in this evidently awkward situation. "Ya well...nothing I can't handle." She said, trying to fill in the silence. The next silence was filled by Liza however as she yelled Sarina's name. "I'd better go." She said as she looked back towards the sound of Liza's voice. And go she did, without another word spoken between them. The next few days were mostly full of adjusting to her new home and surroundings. She did fairly well as far as establishing herself in the orphanage. The girls seemed to like her, and didn't give her a hard time. Mrs. Butts hardly paid her any mind, Sarina stayed out of sight as best she could. She got her chores done on time, maybe even early and never complained. Liza however new it was all an act. She continued to have her clean the windows every other morning and clean the bathrooms when she wasn't doing windows. It was a regular schedule that continued for about two weeks, that's when Liza realized that Sarina was getting too comfortable with the chores she had chosen for her. So Liza thought up the worst possible chore for her to do, she had Sarina run an errand. Liza told her she was to go to the market and buy some bread and a pape. Sarina looked at Liza with pure hatred on her face, grabbed the changed from her outstretched hand and pushed passed her avoiding looking at her smug grin. As she put on her cloak her stomach filled with thousands of butterflies. Closing the door behind her she headed to the closest store and bought a loaf of bread. As the man handed her her change she thought about the pape she was supposed to buy. While she hoped that she could find Spot she still feared even to talk to him. She couldn't tell if he was happy with her at their last meeting in the alley, or the time before that in Tibby's; which seemed years ago now. But if she was going to buy a pape in Brooklyn the lesser of all evils would be to buy it from Spot. She chuckled to herself for a moment thinking that she must be the only one in New York who thought that way. Lost in that train of thought she almost didnt feel the slap of something hitting her bum and the sudden shuffling of feet running. She turned to see a familiar Brooklyn newsie (the same one she had kicked in the shin all those weeks, or was in months, before for committing the same offence) and Spot holding the sharper end of his cane to his throat. "Whadya tink your doin'?!" Spot asked the Newsie quite harshly. But he couldn't respond as Spot pushed his cane harder on his throat. "Git outtah heah." The newsie ran, relieved he had only received a severe tongue-lashing. Sarina looked surprised at Spot, who was watching the newsie run. His face kept that sour look as he switched his gaze to her. Realizing he only succeeded in frightening her he looked down and was able to change his expression to the softest he could manage at the moment. "Ain't nothins changed, remembah you name 'im I soak 'im." She tried to hide the smile that was breaking through but it managed to slowly creep out. To her astonishment and pleasure Spot smiled too. "What are you doin' out heah, it's freezin'?" "Liza sent me to buy some bread...and a paper." Her eyes rolled involuntarily when she mentioned Liza. Spot still smiling replied: "Ya the famous Liza. Hoid a lot about her." "From who? I can't imagine why anyone would want to get to know her." They both laughed as they walked away from the market. "Dis is Brooklyn remember, a tough goil can be a prize to some lucky newsie." His smiled turned into more of a grin as he looked over at her. "So is she anyone's prize?" She looked questioning at Spot. "Who me?!" He stopped and leaned over hands on his knees laughing. He stood up straight wiped a pretend tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. "Nah, she's Midnight's goil." "Why was that so funny?" "She's not my type, shes too...just too much to deal wid." "How so?" Sarina asked playfully, suddenly realizing she had forgotten how cold it was and shivered. Spot saw her shiver and motioned towards a building across the street. When they entered it was full of cold wet newsies trying to get warmed up. She cringed when she saw all the tough newsies look up and stare. Then to her utter shock Spot put his arm around her and held her shoulder, sort of rubbing in a comforting 'Don't worry' way. At that the newsies averted their glares and looked back at their warm drinks. Spot pulled her over to a full booth in the opposite corner of the room. She tripped over something but kept her balance, when she looked back up the booth was empty. They sat on opposite sides and the noise that had hushed when they entered started again. "How so?" Asked Sarina again. She caught Spot by surprise. "What?" He had lost track of what they had been talking about. "Why is she too much to deal with?" He smiled again and leaned back in the seat. "Well..." He acted like he was trying to think up the answer she could tell he had already planned out. "...she likes to be in control of tings. And-" He chuckled. "-so do I. Two people like dat don't woik. She's got Midnight runin' coicles, got 'im ta do what evah she want 'im to. And I do what I want when I want, ain't no goil gonna tell me what ta do." Sarina smiled. "How could I not have guessed that?" Pause. "I haven't seen any newsie around the orphanage, what does he look like?" "He nevah goes dere, she always meets 'im places." "Oh, so her errands aren't always strictly business." They both laughed at that, and a long silence continued between them as they watched the rest of the newsies around the room. "So how was your Christmas?" Spot asked. "Did da Jacobs stop by ta see ya?" Sarina suddenly realized she had forgotten all about Christmas. She had gone to the orphanage on Christmas Eve and never thought of it again. Not in the entire time she had been in Brooklyn did the Jacobs come to see her either. She had lost total track of the time she had been there, it had seemed like years. Each day felt like a year, just trying to make it though with no one made them stretch as long as she could take it. Spot could tell by the silence that followed his question that Christmas hadnt gone so well. "I..." Sarina started. "...I forgot all about Christmas. AndI haven't seen the Jacobs since Christmas Eve." Sarina pushed out a fake laugh. "I guess window washing was Liza's present." Sarina suddenly remembered Liza, and the errand she was supposed to be running. "I'd better get back, she must notice that I'm taking a long time to buy bread and a papermind if I buy one?" Spot smiled. "Don't mind a bit." He pulled one from the small stack sitting next to him, she handed him the penny and she raced out of the restaurant. As she came up upon the orphanage she saw some familiar figures standing out side. She knew the shortest was Les, then as she drew closer she could see Jack, Mush, Racetrack, Kid Blink, Boots and Crutchy. They were about to knock as she came up behind them. Mush was the first to turn and notice her coming. "Hey Sarina!" Mush looked happier to see her then she had ever expected. Then everyone else turned around with just about as delighted an expression. They all greeted her with pats on the back and hugs and a 'We missed ya!'. She was beginning to get a little overwhelmed. "Ya, ya I missed you too. What are you all doing here?" She managed to get out of the middle of the group. Jack spoke up first. "Well we'se taught dat you could use some cherrin' up. We wuz talkin' to Spot a few days ago and he said dat youse weren't doin' so good." Sarina suddenly felt an overwhelming shot of pride spread through her body. "I'm doing fine, and besides if you guys were so worried the whole time why didn't you come ta see me earlier?" That was when Mush piped in. "Well Jacky boy heah said dat we'se should give ya some time ta git use ta your new place...so we..." His voice trailed off, he obviously felt bad about not coming to visit earlier. "Well I guess it's better late then never." Then she remembered why she had raced back to the orphanage. "Damn...Liza is probably wondering where the hell I am." Les gave her a little look of shock at the words that had just come out of her mouth. She looked back at him and in a half hearted way patted him on the head, as she thought of how she was going to sneek in without Liza noticing. "Da whole reason dat she sent ya out heah in da foist place was so dat you would get kidnapped or woise." To everyone's surprise Spot walked over. "So my guess is dat she ain't expectin' you'se back so soon." Sarina smiled, she knew that he was right. "Heya Spot." Jack spit in his hand and offered it to the newsie. "Heya Cowboy." They shook, Sarina stood there and watched their pathetic little ritual. "Nice a ya ta finally visit." Jack rolled his eyes, knowing full and well that it was Spot's idea for them not to come too soon. And at that moment it seemed that they had come too late. Liza popped her head out of the window. "This ain't no place for a reunion." Then she looked at Sarina. "Mrs. Butts is lookin' for ya." With that she quickly closed the window, noticing Spot standing too close for comfort. "I guess I'd better go. Nice of you guys to come...guess I'll be seein' ya." They didn't say anything in response just let her walk up the stoop and back into the prison that they knew somehow they had to break her out of. ********************************************************** Their visit had only sent her back into a depression that had taken her the whole time to get out of. It was still cold out but when no one was noticing she decided to slip up onto the roof to be alone. She sat up on the edge of the building watching the sun set. The day had been mostly cloudy but the evening gave way to some clear skies and a pink sunset. Raping her shawl more tightly around her she let her troubles fade away like the sun behind the edge of the world, which at the time was the Brooklyn Bridge. She was concentrating on the sunset so hard that she didn't even notice someone climbing up the fire escape behind her. He stood behind her on the fire escape landing as she continued to gaze upon the setting sun. "Ain't it a bit cold for you to be up heah?" Startled she turned around. Spot stood in the darkness behind her. "I..." She struggled for words. "I just needed some air." She looked back towards the Bridge. "Sure." That's when he surprised her yet again and comfortingly put his hands on her shoulders. He leaned closer to her so then she was leaning up against him. Then she could no longer hold in the tears, she tried with all her might but they rolled silently down her cheeks as she softly sobbed. He could feel the tremors in her body as she cried, his heart throbbed as she did so and he didn't know how much longer he could endure it. So he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close, laying his head on her shoulder. "Don't cry." She was comforted as his words sounded more like a thoughtful request then a harsh command that would have fitted his reputation. The warmth of his arms spread through her and she suddenly felt safe. A safeness she hadnt felt since she was at home in London. Neither of them moved for what felt like an eternity. They were far too afraid that the feelings they felt would escape and never return again. For as Spot held her in his arms he felt as though life suddenly had new meaning, that his life was more then being Spot Conlon, Leader of the Brooklyn Newsies. And what surprised him the most was that those feelings didn't frighten him. *********************************************************** Life was better after that, there wasn't a day that went by when she didn't see Spot. The notorious Lady's Man was now to her the person she woke up for. The only catch was that for the sake of his reputation the true nature of their relationship remained a secret. She didn't mind that much however, he wasn't ashamed to be seen with her. Everyone thought that they had just become friends, but then they also figured that Spot was just taking his time to make his move. Little did they know that it was her magic that had already won him over. The End (Yes, that's the end. I was never very good at ending things well...sorry. If anyone gives me a good idea then I'll change it, until then that's all she wrote!) |
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