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Chapter 7
Kit woke up to the sound of people yelling.
"She can't stay here!" she heard a voice say loudly.
"Well we can't jus' throw 'er out on da streets in 'er condition." Another voice replied calml., Kit recognized the voice to belong to Decks.
Kit sat up quickly and scanned the Brooklyn Newsies Lodging house for the source of the commotion. Her left eye felt swollen and stung a bit, and her whole body felt like she was run over by a 16 wheeler. She saw Decks talking to another kid. He was quite a few inches shoter than Decks, but had an air of power and respect around him. He looked angrily at Decks who seemed surprisingly calm. The guy was wearing faded blue and white checkered shirt with the first few buttons undone with a pair of slacks and red suspenders. Decks was still in his sleeping wear that consisted of some weird white tightish pants with a matching tightish white shirt. If the situation didn't seem so tense, Kit would have laughed out loud at his attire.
"Give 'er ta da goyls lodgin' house." the unknown guy said
"You'se know how dey can be. Their lodgin' house ownah won't let 'er stay dere unless she can work." Decks said, putting extra stress on the word work. Kit was confused as to why.
"An' she was already here for da night an' ya hardly noticed 'er." Know-It said before hiding behind Girry.
The guy glared at Know-It while the little boy almost disappeared completely behind Girry's tall stature.
Hot Head saw that Kit was awake and walked the short distance from his bunk to hers. She sat up a little and he leaned on her bedpost.
"Spot woke up early an' saw ya 'fore we could hide ya. He's freakin' out." explained Hot Head.
"We ain't runnin' an orphanage." the guy, now known to Kit as the infamous Spot, said curtly.
"C'mon, jus' let 'er stay a lil' bit longer. Look at 'er," Decks said steadily, gesturing towards Kit, "show some mercy, Spot. She looks like death. Dere's no way she can go anywhere in 'er condition. Where would you'se be if newsies didn't show any mercy?"
Spot looked at Decks and then at Kit. They made eye contact, and she could see the intensity in his eyes that made her shiver in her bunk. She quickly looked away and instinctively pullled the covers higher up. Spot looked back at Decks, his jaw set and his hands balled up in fists by his side. He exhaled an angry breath and jabbed Decks hard in the chest with his finger.
"Fine, but she's ya responsahbility." Spot spat. He gave Kit one last dirty look and stormed away.
"Glad to know he likes me." Kit muttered and received a chuckle from Hot Head.
"Don'cha worry, he seems mean an' cold on da outside but trust me, he's just as mean an' cold on da inside." Hot Spot said jokingly.
Decks started to walk towards them. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed in relief. Newsies followed behind, curious to see what all da yelling was about
"Sorry I got you yelled at." Kit said apoloegetically.
"It's not ya fault." Decks said.
"How were you so calm when he was yelling at you like that?" Kit asked.
"I'se guess I'm jus' used ta it." Decks said, shrugging.
"Hey Decks, who's dat?"
"Is she ya goyl?"
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