A/N: Hey everyone. Here's the bonus chapter as promised. Happy Easter to anyone who celebrates! Sorry this chapter is a bit short, I promise that the next one will be longer. Anyways, I hope you guys have a great week and I hope you enjoy the bonus chapters of 8 Days, 8 Letters.
Present Day: July 1899
Jaime's POV
I started running after the figure.
Could I be kidnapped? Possibly.
Killed? Probably.
Is this one of the stupidest ideas I've ever had? Definitely.
Why am I doing this? Because I want answers. I need them. I need to know why I feel a sense of déjà vu whenever they're around.
I ran through the dark alley ways and up the stairs of the apartments. They jumped onto the roof, so I did too. They started running down the stairs, so I slid down the gutter in hopes to cut them off.
Bad move. They got away. Guess I'll have to wait on that answer then. I try so hard and when I fail. Well. It feels like no matter how hard I try, especially when it really matters to me, I'll always fail.
I couldn't save my parents, or my brother, or my friend. Anyone who gets close to me always ends up getting hurt. I won't let that happen again. I can't. I just can't.
I turned around and realized I ended up back where I started. I walked over to the bridge and when I got to the meeting spot, I just stared at the water. It looked like it came out of some painting. Although New York was always changing, the bridge was the one thing that never did. It always looked the same. It sparkled in the sunlight and glistened in the moonlight. It perfectly reflected the sunrises and sunsets. No matter what, it always looked like the day you first saw it. The first time I saw it was the day I met the "King of the Idiots", Spot Conlon.
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8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon
FanfictionJaime Kelly, also known as "Books", is the leader of the Lower Manhattan Newsies. She loves her Newsies like they're her family. Every 8 Days she goes to see her best friend, Spot, the "King of Brooklyn". Everything seems to be going pretty normal u...
