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...
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Chapter 43
Kit hiked the flimsy bag higher on her shoulder and stared up at the metal platform looming above her head just out of arm's reach. It was too early in the morning for her to try the front door, and the last thing she wanted to do was be a bother. So, she would just have to figure out how to climb up the fire escape on the side of the Jacob's apartment building with one functional arm since her other was rendered useless with the stupid sling.
For the umpteenth time in her 17 years, she cursed her genetics for making her vertically challenged.
To her right, she spotted stacks of small wooden crates leaned up against the wall, and she slowly dragged them with her right hand. Kit was able to construct a makeshift staircase with the crates and used it to reach a low railing that surrounded the platform.
Looping the crook of her right arm around a metal railing, she pulled herself up. She swung a leg up onto the platform, finagling her limbs to get the back of her body fully onto the platform. Sighing an exhale of relief, she laid on her back to catch her breath. Her 4th period gym teacher would have been proud to see such a feat of her physical capability.
A couple stories up and staircases later, she finally was able to reach the platform outside David, Les, and Sarah's bedroom window. She peered in to see David fast asleep on a small bed. Sarah and Les were nowhere in sight.
Kit softly knocked on the window and watched David startle out of sleep at the disturbance. He was wearing the normal sleepwear of underclothes consisting of a white thermals. He sat up and looked around the room before seeing her outside his window. She laughed at his sleepy bewildered expression and watched as David rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to make sure he wasn't going crazy.
Kit held out the bag she had and pointed to the window. It suddenly dawned on him that she really was there, so he quickly got out of bed and slid open his window. He stepped back to give her space to climb in and held a hand out to help her that she gratefully accepted.
"I might still be dreaming, but what the hell happened to your arm? And your hair?"
"I hope you dreaming of me isn't a common occurrence?" she quirked an eyebrow at him and had a slight smirk.
"What? N-no. That's not what I'm saying." All the sleepiness and fatigue went out the window as he sputtered and tried to defend himself.
Kit laughed at him and waved him off. "Don't get your knickers in a twist." She sat on the end of his bed and pulled the bag off her shoulder.
"I wanted a new look, so I got a haircut from Hot Head after you left us in Brooklyn."
"And your wrist?"
"Well, it was sort of injured prior to going over the bridge yesterday. I hurt it soaking some bum. But then a rogue newspaper thrown my way made it worse." she decided to run with the story that she initially hurt her wrist soaking Johnny.
