Charlotte Ocompo was a normal 21st century teenager from Queens, hopeful for a kickass summer ahead of her. However, nothing could have prepared her for when she stumbles into a portal that sends her back in time to the Manhattan newsies lodging hou...
((Heyo y'all, another update for you. This one is a doozy, and a long one, so buckle up lol. I also updated chapter 1 because i realized I kept calling her Kit when she didn't establish that as her newsies name quite yet, and i a made a few other stylistic changes if you'd like to check it out. gif of messenger below. Anways, enjoy! Please comment and vote!
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Chapter 42
Kit was shocked by how quiet it was inside of the lodging house. She met Race's gaze and gave him a questioning glance. He shrugged at her and led the way up the stairs to the bunkroom as she wordlessly followed behind him, hugging Girry's jacket closer to her.
She had asked to borrow his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, covering her sling completely. She couldn't think of an explanation for her injury without placing the blame on Risky or having to explain her fight with Blink. So, she would try to hide and cover it up for now until she could figure out some resolution.
Kit wasn't ready to talk to Blink and was hoping to just leave things be until she was ready. She prayed that they could be at least cordial to each other, but she felt her heartbeat thumping loudly in her ears at the idea of seeing him.
They entered the quiet bunkroom to see only a handful of newsies. Some of the younger ones were playing marbles on the ground, while a few others were resting on their bunks. It was already close to the usual curfew and lights out, so it was surprising that more newsies weren't around.
Moments later, Jack emerged from the bathroom. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of her, but he seemed relieved to see Kit as he approached them.
"Heya guys. I'se feel like I'se barely been seein' you'se, Kit."
Kit gave him a small smile to cover her uneasy nerves. "Jack, I'se didn't peg you'se as da clingy type."
Race chuckled, but tried to cover it up with a cough. Cowboy quickly snatched Kit's flat cap off her head and scrutinized her new hairstyle.
"What happened wit' ya hair? Did you'se lose a bet o' somethin'?" He shot a suspicious look at Race, who held his hands up and shrugged to demonstrate that it wasn't his doing and was out of his hands.
Kit stuck her tongue out at Jack and fixed her hair with her good hand. "No. I'se asked Hot Head tah cut my hair. It was gettin' too long."
Jack gave her a slow nod, and she could tell he wanted to ask her more about it, seeing the wheels turning in his head. Before he could open his mouth, Kit added:
"Sorry I'se left widout seein' ya earliah. I'se wanted to head back tah Brooklyn fo' da circus, so I'se left early tah get a headstart on sellin', an' you'se said I'se couldn' leave by mahself, so I asked Race tah sell wit' me." she threw in a noncommittal shrug. It wasn't necessarily a lie, just not the complete truth.
"Alright. An' whats wit' da jacket? It's boilin' out."
