Y/n Conlon was raised in the Bronx but her half brother Spot was raised in Brooklyn, when their dad died in the war and their mothers both died from small pox, Spot felt like he had to raise his little sister to be tough and street smart. When she...
About a year later after a long summer with Jack and the Bronx newsies, I had became very close with Jack BUT still just friends, I was happy to spend the summer around with Jack.
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(You wear this but like not as revealing) I woke up to the smell of coffee and gross boys, I walked out to the boys room and opened the door. To my surprise they were all gathered around the middle of the room with some one talking to them about the ghost of Brooklyn bridge, a stupid ghost story that made the younger ones scream " And they say if you pick up a nickel from the bridge the greedy old women will come out and....EAT YA" the boy scared the little ones as they laughed and joked around " Ok, fun's over let's go get ready" I said dragging Ink with me, he was about 10 and he was the cutest little thing " But Beaver just got here" he whined "Ya miss me?" He said as I let go of Ink and gave Beaver a hand shake and a hug " Well, what brings ya to the Bronx again, I thought you were still in the war or something?" I said as all boys the walked past me to the bathrooms " Ah, I couldn't make it through basic training so I left and toured around the world, kind of" he said looking down at the ground " I went to California thought it was amazing and the goils there were to die for, I bet if you went to California you would fall head over heels for a boy there" he laughed and ruffled my hair " That's nice Beaver but hey I gotta get these kids ready for work but have fun around the states" I said patting him of the shoulder, I turned around and walked into the bathroom " Okay, nice seeing ya I'm leaving tonight for California again have fun here" Beaver went downstairs and opened the front door the walls in the lodge were VERY thin.
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I was brushing my hair when I felt a tug on my skirt, I looked down to see Harry(a 9 year old) holding up a brush, With the loud talking of all the other boys talking in the bathroom I couldn't hear what he was trying to saw but he was also a quiet talker "Would y'all quiet down! I can't here Harry" I shouted as they all went to a normal talking level " Do you want me to brush your hair?" I said while smiling, the sweet kid nodded very fast with a smile on his face he turned around and I brushed his hair. After we all got ready I walked down stairs ,thetime was about 5:50,so we had to hurry along, " Good Morning, dear" Mrs. Brooks said in a calm but firm voice" Hi Mrs. Brooks" I said as I opened the doors for the boys and they all filed out of the lodge, talking and making fun of each other " Beaver was saying thta he went to California ? Is that true?" She had walked over and stood next to me on the side of the door so she wouldn't be walked over by the boys " Thast what he told me , I think he's telling the truth but I can't tell" I walked outside and Mrs. Brooks followed me " That young man is going to get himself killed" she said walking back into the lodge
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