Crutchie recoiled. "Spot Colon, the king of Brooklyn," he sputtered. "is your brother?!?!?!"
"Yep," Julie sighed. "He ran away from home when I was eight, and he was eleven."
"Oh," Crutchie said, speachless at this sudden revelation.
"I need to talk to him. Alone,"she whispered. "But, I'm afraid."
"Don't worry," he reassured her. "You're a tough girl. An if dat boy hurts you, I promise, I'll take care of him for ya!" He touched her cheek. "Good luck."
"Thank you," Julie smiled and hurried off. She approched the cocky, rude king of Brooklyn. "Spot," she cleared her throat nervously. "I need to talk to you."
"Ok," he responded, carelessly. Julie glanced at the other boys that stood around him.
"Alone," she said pointedly, eyes fixed on Spot. He nodded at the Brooklyn newsies. They exchanged supprised looks, but walked away.
"What do ya want?" he asked once they were alone. In response, Julie removed her cap, unveiling her long brown hair.
Spot gasped, recognizing his little sister. He was unnaturally pale. "Julie?" he sputtered. "Is it really you?"
"Yeah," she responded, remembering the night he left.
It was around midnight. Julie lay sleeping on an old mattress. Spot was laying awake on the floor, resting on a tattered blanket. Slowly, he got to his feet. His sister stirred and awoke. "Spot?" the little girl asked, sleepily. "Where are you going?"
"Ise just goin on a short walk," he smiled at her. "You just go back ta sleep. Don't worry 'bout me. I'll be back. I promise."
"Kay, Spot. 'Night," she yawned and laid down.
"I will be back for you, Julie. No matta how long it takes," he whispered and headed for the door.
The next morning, Julie woke to her mother's sobs. She ran downstairs. Her mother never cried unless something really terrible happened. "What's wrong?" she asked, nervously.
"He's gone," her mother cried, clutching a piece of paper with Spot's handwriting on it. "My little boy is gone." Julie knew what that meant. Her brother had run away.
"But he told me he would be back," Julie cried. "He promised." For years, she dreamed that one day he would come back. He never did.
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Hidden ( A Newsies Fan Fiction)
FanfictionCompleted!!! Julie Spear is a 15 year old girl who has spent most of her life hiding. She hid her emotions deep inside of her. When she escapes the refuge where she was living,(being held captive, more like) she becomes a Newsie. She pretends to be...
