Lunar Eclipse: When the Earth is positioned in between the Sun and the Moon, casting the Earth's shadow on the Moon.
Songs: Bottom of the River by Delta Rae
Blackbird by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
A/N: Sorry for the spam posts. I'm on a roll with writing right now and I'm scared that if I stop righting, I'll have writer's block. Sorry for all the time skips. I wanted to get straight to each scene without the fluff. Anyways! Enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters!
Trigger Warning: Panic Attack
If you are triggered by this please do not read. I will put a warning right before it so you can skip past it. Please take care of yourself!
Present Day: July 1899
Jaime's POV
We stared silently in the distance when Francis disappeared around the corner.
"I'm going to Medda's," I said, breaking the silence.
"Can I go with?" Les asked.
"Of course you can. You all can if you'd like."
They nodded or said something to agree.
I began leading my newsies and the Brookies to Medda's. Hopefully she doesn't mind them coming on well no notice.
The walk was silent. They were just as silent as they were when Crutchy went to the Refuge.
I hated seeing them like this. What I hated more were the people who made them like this. It wasn't just Francis I was currently hating, it was the big shots. They're the ones behind it all. Jack was just a move in their game. Unfortunately it was a good move, but it will not be the winning move.
"Stay here," I said, opening the back entrance.
I stepped inside the dark room.
"Medda?" I called.
Like magic, she appeared on the doorsteps.
"Hej Jaime," she greeted. "What are you doing here?" (Hello Jaime.
"Hej Medda. It's a long story, but is it alright if the fellas and I hang here. We need to escape for a bit." (Hello Medda.)
"Well you've certainly come to the right place. Of course. Tell them to come in. I will need you to tell me that long story."
"Deal. Thanks Medda."
"Självklart, min kära." (Of course, my dear.)
I opened the door for the guys.
"Alright. You can come in. Don't cause any trouble."
They smiled softly before walking in and greeting Medda.
"Hej killar. Find a seat in the auditorium. You have free tickets to my show in a few hours."
They cheered and headed to the auditorium. The only time they have patience I swear is for Medda.
"Jaime, would you stay back?" she asked.
I came over to her.
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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...
