Dancing In The Dark (A sprace story)

Spot, Feelings, Ha Please

(Spots POV)

I see Race everyday. He is always at the races - hence the name racetrack. I have never actually talked to him and why would I. He does not affect my newsies and he was already sellin in Brooklyn before I was king so why should I care.

Today it was no different he was selling at the races like always. I saw him walk in he stared at me again. Yesterday i tried to walk up to him. He ran. I never know why he stares though but i kind of like it. Today i follow him in. Again i do not speak to him but i see him start gambling with some guys. He wins some cash and he had a giant smile on his face for some reason it made me smile.

After a few minutes I remember I have to sell my papes so I walk out of the races and down an alley somewhere which leads to a rich neighborhood. The one i grew up in.

My parents are dead. They were nice but they died in a crazy house fire. The house is not there anymore. I was the only one who lived. I was 8. 

After that i was in and out of foster homes and orphanages till i finally ran away. I had a habit of stealing stuff and i was pretty good at getting the thing i wanted. But i was pretty shitty at actually walking out of stores with the stuff. I also liked pissing people off like hitting them with a pebble or something. I thought it was funny. But, i was also bad at fighting and i was not fast so i could not run away.

And that is how i ended up getting beat up behind a grocery store. I was 9 then.

I hit a guy in the head with a sling shot. I have really good aim that is how i got my nickname Spot. Only Hotshot  knows my real name. She found me getting the shit beat out of me behind that store. I had a bloody nose and a black eye.

She asked where my folks where and i said i dont have any.

She asked if i had a job and i said no.

She said "Kid your going to start selling papes with me, okay?"

She asked for my name and i told her the truth, their was no point of lying so i told her my name was Sean. Hotshot gave me some papes and had me pretend i was her sick little brother. It worked. After that she took me back to the lodging house and gave me some extra nickles to get a bed. That is why she is my second in command now.

That is where i met Brass. Brass was the old king of Brooklyn for the first few years till i was 12 he was a pretty good king. He kept a lot of newsies from living on the street. But, then he started stealing money from everyone. I was an overconfident 12 year old thinking I was the best so i challenged him to a fight. If i won he had to leave Brooklyn if he won i would.

I punched. He punched. I dodged and then i kicked. I punched again. it went on like this for 10 maybe 15 minutes. After that he was knocked out. I had another bloody nose but i still won.

A few days later i was the new king of Brooklyn. No one expected i would last long. Given by the fact i was 12. But i did. 

Jack Kelly the leader of Manhattan, Scrapes the leader of Staten Island, Bullet the leader of Queens, and Hedges the leader of the Bronx, all came to see who was the new king. I was 12 and small but i guess they saw i was a violent little shit so they did not say anything about my height or age. Except jack Kelly who was 15 at the time he called me short. So i pushed him off the dock. I guess you could say I soaked him. Sorry that was a bad joke, but i can't say them to anyone at the lodging house because im supposed to be the most feared and respected newsie of all of newyork. Which apparently means i can not be funny or have any fun of any sort.

AN HOUR PASSES

I sell all my papes quickly because people still think im 10 even though im 14. I start walking pass the bridge and thats when i see race. He is staring again. So like yesterday i try and walk up to him but he runs across the bridge. So i go back to the lodging house. We start eating dinner. Someone says something funny i guess but i was too caught up in my thoughts to hear it. Im thinking about race and the way he smiled. I'm honestly confused because by the time i go to bed because im still thinking about him and his brown hair and his brown eyes. I can not be catching feeling for someone. Especially not a guy. I have nothing against homosexuals but i can not and i mean not be one. My life is over.

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How do you guys like it so far. Comment what you think. Yes i know its a little dramatic but i dont care he 14 what do you expect. I know these are not great but i promise they will get better. Lots of love and have a great (time-zone)