How To Save A Life

Chapter Five: Like a birthday but make it depressed

Race POV

"Wh..wh..wh..where are you goin?"

I turned to look at Stut "I'm gonna sell around the market today, hopefully i'll see dat goil again."

He rolled his eyes.

I had gone to sell by the market everyday for the past three weeks everyday he seemed to get more and more annoyed.
Not that it mattered much, my efforts have remained fruitless.

"Bu..bu..bu..but."

"You'll be fine. You got rustled up once when i wasn't there." I tried to sign as i spoke "I promise."

He rolled his eyes and headed off into the Sheepshead.

I felt bad for leavin him but i had to find that goil.
I had seen her christmas eve, and that was weeks ago now. I regret not asking for her name.

Albert was right, this was turning into Cinderella.

As I sold i continued to look around for the girl.

At around noon i still had 20 papes left so i gave up and headed back over to the Sheepshead.

I headed inside and began working the headline.

It was almost 4 when i had one pape left.
I figured i should go find Stut.

On the way over to his normal spot i sold my last pape.

When I got there, he wasnt to been seen.

It took me a while to find him.

Stut was sitting on the top wall of the stadium. Looking out over the city.  I clamored to the top and plopped down next to him. He jumped and quickly covered his arm.

"Wh..wh...wh...wh..wh...what are y..y..y..y.you you you you d..do...doing?" He whisper yelled.

"Ise been sell less when I'm by the market. And its been tree weeks and i still haven't found 'er so i figured i'd come back 'ere."

Stut leaned out over the edge of the wall.

"Thats a lame reason." his voice remained soft, and barley heard over the noise of the races.

"What do you want me to say?"

He shrugged and tugged at his sleeve. "I honestly don't know. I suppose you reason makes sense, after all you are just a teenage boy trying to find some random girl you saw once three weeks ago," He smirked turning to me "Your never gonna find her."

"How would you know?"

He turned and pointed to the huge crowd gathered.

"The population of New York is is is is is is is is is is is is at least 6 or 7 times the amount of people in in in this st..st..stadium. And it's spread over roughly 300 square miles. I'm guessing you you you you you you you  don't know much about statistics but I did the math and its nearly impossible."

I sighed "awesome."

"Clearly 1899 isnt starting out being our year."

I nodded, pulling the cigar out of my pocket and tucking it into my mouth. "Definitely not. Wait, hows it bad fa youse?"

He stared out over the edge. "Things just rough. Not just this year. Things are always rough all over."

Rough all over.

I thought about that for a moment.

"Thats New York for ya."

He laughed slightly "Thats everywhere for you. Not just the city."