Holly looked around that night, and noticed a new face in the crowd. He was short, with blonde hair. His eye swere mostly an icey blue, but with a tendency to change.
"So...uh...ya new heah?: Holly asked the unknown stranger.
"Yeah." He answered without looking up.
"So what's your story?"
"Me story?"
"Yeah, you know. Your past?"
"Oh, well youse sure ya wanna heah it? It's kinda long." He said looking up for the first time, and coming face to face with her.
"Of course." Holly nooded with a warm smile.
"Ok, heah goes..." He started. "When I was a bout 5 or so, me parents died in a factory fire. Me and my broddah didn't know what ta do. He tried to get a job polishin shoes, because he was da older one, but it didn't work out to great for him. Den the bulls found out about us, and how we had no parents, and sent us to live in a orphangage. Da problem was we were different ages, so we went to sepperate orphanages. After dat, I never saw my broddah again." He finished ignoring the no smoking rule, and took a drag on his cigarette. "What bout your past?" He asked Holly.
"My story? Oh wow. um...." Holly thought of how to put it. "My parents were rich abd we had everything we could ever wanted." She started.
"Hard life." The boy said rolling his ice cold eyes.
Holly had to take a breath, then regained her attention. "Um...will ya let me finished?" She laughed.
"Yeah, sorry." The boy said putting out his smoke, and throwing the bud.
"Anyway, when I was 7, we lost outr house because my dad was in the mob, and got into some trouble. So, da leadah of da mob came and killed my family I hid in my doll house, and was the only one that survived. This happened in da Bronx, and I had to get out of there. So I ran off to Brooklyn and becoame a newsy. That's about it." She said as the boy was silent.
"So what eva happened to your broddah?" Holly asked hating the silence that was going on between them.
"I don't know, but I know he's a newsy somewhere." He answered.
"Lights out!" Fire shouted.
"Oh, yeah, by da way, me name's Holly Creek." Holly said taking off her shoes, and getting into her bed.
"I'm Dime. Dime Conlon. Goodnight Holly." He smirked and truned in his bed to face the wall.
"Goodnight. Wait...Conlon?" She started, but Dime was already asleep.
"I knew I saw that face somewhere before, and those blue eyes..." Holly said to herlself. "Dime looked formiliar. He looked exactly like Spot. But Spot hates me. What do I do? Just go right into Brooklyn and say 'Spot, this is your broddah' and the fact that he's kinda cute just makes things worse." Holly finally fell asleep deep in thought. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day, Holly thought she had to tell Dime about Spot. "He deserves to know." She thought. "but Dime is such a nice guy, and definately not a jerk like Spot. I gotta keep them away from each other."
"Holly?" Dime asked trying to get her to stop staring into space.
"Yeah? Sorry." Holly said snapping out of her trance.
"I was thinkin about goin to Brooklyn today, wanna come?" Dime asked.
"Brooklyn? You...you can't!" Holly half shouted gasping.
"Why not?" Dime asked getting a little irritated.
"Because I don't want you to. I mean..." She started knowing she said the wrong thing.
"Well ya know what? I don't care if you don't want me to."Dime concluded a little surprised with himself, and walked out.
"Dime! Wait!" Holly yelled, running after him.
"What? What can't I do now?" He asked growing angrier by the minute.
"Um...nothing. I was just gonna say how bout if I go with ya? There's something I gotta tell ya." Holly said working up her courage.
"Fine." Dime said and kept walking.
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