As they neared the end of the dock a little while later, a short boy in red suspenders jumped down. “Well, if it aint Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.” She rolled her eyes and he glared at her for a second. They talked for a sec, spitshaking and all that nonsense, but she only tuned in when she heard her name. “This is Storm, he arrived here two months ago from Hoboken.” She looked at him and said, “Gaeilge?” He grinned. “yes, cén chaoi a fhiosagat, a fhéachann túItalian.” She grinned again, “ My neighbor in Hoboken was Irish, and we taught each other our home languages.”
She liked the idea of another newsie to converse with. In the end, Spot didn’t join the strike. As they walked away, Spot thought he saw some feminine curves beneath Storm’s shirt. Suspicion formed in the back of his mind and he decided to watch out for him. Meanwhile, they went back and discussed what to do. They decided on a good soaking for the bastards that didn’t join. They were successful, except for one reason. Crutchy was taken by the Delancey brothers. That night, Jack and David went to break him out of jail, but he didn’t come with them. She ended up gambling and smoking with the other boys, a blatant image of two boys beating up on someone else painted across her mind. Her resolve grew stronger, and she became even more determined to win this strike, if it was the last thing she ever did. For Andreas. “Mi batteròper leifinchéio vivo”
yes, cén chaoi a fhiosagat, a fhéachann túItalian-Yes, how did you know, you look Italian.
Gaeilge?-Irish?
Mi batteròper leifinchéio vivo-I will fight for you as long as I live
A/N Sorry my chapters are so short! If you have any ideas tell me! I NEED IDEAS
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Love is a Gamble(A Racetrack Higgins Love Story)
Fanfiction Alexandra is a girl on the run from her family, and arrives in Manhattan. When she meets Racetrack, sparks fly, but her disguise as a boy might be holding her back. Will this Italian beauty fall in love, or have her heart ripped out?
