Lavenders green, lavenders blue (spot conlon love story)

Chapter 3 - Hey mama

It's Late. I crawl out the window and onto the fire escape. I like to sit out here at night. I always do. Every night I'm out here. Only ever missed one time, and that's the night jack escaped from the refuge....

-FLASHBACK (3  years)-

I'm sitting outside like I always do. Just a few months ago I had been a kid on the streets, no job, no money at all, no food, starving. I was so frail I would probably die with one blow to the stomach. But that was a few months ago. This is now. A kid who calls himself mush has found me and taken me in to be a Newsie these guys are already like a family to me. I miss my really family though. My brother jack. He had been in the refuge for near 6 months now. I usually talk to my mother when I'm out here by myself. But before I can even get a word out of my mouth I hear the window behind me open and mush saying "umm Addy there is someone here to see ya" I walk downstairs nervous of who it could be. Mush wouldn't let an orphanage lady in would he? "Hiya  Adelaide. I heard I could find ya here" I run and hug him. It's jack, he's a bit thinner, and taller than I remember him last. But I can't believe he's here I missed him so much. "It's addy now" I tell him "and we is Newsies" 

-END FLASHBACK-

A warm breeze blows through my hair. I sing 

"Lavenders green dilly dilly lavenders blue

If you love me dilly dilly I will love you. 

Lavenders blue dilly dilly lavenders green

If you are king dilly dilly I'll be your queen"

I hum the tune over again and run my finger through my hair 

"Hey mama" I say "they jacked up the price for papes today, We met a new kid named David and his little brudda les. I think they is gonna get along in the Newsie woild just fine.  We is going on strike by the way. Or at least that's the plan.  Ya see we can't go on strike if we don't got Brooklyn, an as of now Brooklyn ain't comin, the leader a those newsies- Spot Conlon is his name-" 

I hear something crash down under me. I flinch a little and ball up my fists, but nothing happens after so I let it go. It's probably a squirrel or something

"Anyway Spot Conlon, He is an arrogant bastard asshole.......but it woiks on em. He's also unbelievably cute. Don't tell him I said it tho. It'll go right to his head. Anyway ma, witout him and da Brooklyn Newsies, i dunno how dis is evah gonna woik. I dunno what I is gonna do ma. Probably starve. It might be bettah dat way anyway. I'd getta see you. And no one would miss me." I heard another crash and someone's foot steps walking away. I decided it was time ta go in.