Race's Sister

1-In which the story begins.

~Aurora~

As far back as I could remember, I'd always been sick. Some days I'd be allowed ta get outta bed and spend the day wit my brutha Anthony. Other days, though, I could barely sit up in bed. Oh! Where are my mannahs? I'm Aurora Higgins. I have curly, dark brown hair and green eyes. I'm fifteen years old and I'm average height.

My brutha Anthony, or Racetrack ta the Newsies, and his Newsie friends always come ta visit me. They're like a second family. Anthony knocked on the door. "Rory? Are ya up? Jack and Mush came wit me." "I'm up Anthony. Oops, I mean Race." I'm still not used ta callin him that. I sat up in bed when they came in. I didn't care that I was in me nightgown, they were me bruthas.

"Hiya fellas. How's it been?" I asked. I smiled at them and they smiled at me. "Hey, Rory. How're ya feelin'?" said Medda, poppin her head in the door. "I'm fine. Thank you fuh askin." She nodded and walked out. "So Rory, it's been pretty lonely carryin' the banner witout ya. But other than that it's been pretty good. What have ya been doin?" Mush said.

I pulled open the drawer on the table beside me bed and pulled out me embroidery. "I finished the pillowcase." I told them. A while back, I'd started this to pass time. It was a little pillowcase wit boids on it. "So Race. Ise was wonderin if, ya know since I'd been gettin bettah lately, I could go out wit youse? Just for a little while. I haven't been outside in so long. Please?" I asked me brutha.

He sighed. "Aurora, we've been over this. When the doctor says youse can go out, youse can go out. You have an appointment today, maybe you'll get lucky." He told me. "Ok. Thank you!"

"Rory, ya got some true talent here. It's very nice." Jack said. "Thanks Cowboy." I smiled at him.

~Racetrack~

Every time, witout fail, Aurora asked that question every time I visit. I just worry that she'll just make her condition woise. Maybe one day. I told her when the doc says it's ok, then it's ok.

We hung around for an hour or two. "We bettah get goin', before Kloppman runs outta beds. Good night Rory, love ya." I said and kissed Rory on the forehead. "Good night, Race. Love ya too. Bye Mush, Bye Cowboy. Be safe." She called out to us.