Fists and Fights- A Sprace Fanfiction *COMPLETED*

~Chapter Thirty Three~

I just nodded, even though I was dying inside. Queens is enemies with Brooklyn. I felt tears pool to the brim of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. The boy tugged on my arm again. "I'm Sky!" He said enthusiastically. I can tell why. He had the giddiest personality ever. Like Blink and Crutchy. I miss them. But I don't want to see them ever again. "Youse know Jack Kelly?" Batter asked me. My eyes slowly widened and I quickly shook my head. "Den what borough youse from?" He asked. "Oh. Um.. I'm not from a borough.." I said nervously, lying between my teeth. "Jersey?" He asked. I don't know what that is, but I guess it will work. "Yea.." I almost whispered.

Batter slowly nodded. "Hm. Got anywhe-ah ta sleep? Live?" Batter asked. I finally looked up at him. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. This is my chance. I can start my life all over again. "No.. I-I don't.." I stuttered. "Well! Youse can stay he-ah. New membah to da Queens Newsies." Batter said as he patted my back. My breath was shaky, as I knew I was turning against Spot. I try to tell myself that I still don't love him. That it's over. But it's no use. I will always love him. Always.

They got me situated in a creaky bunk with dark brown wood for the frame. I looked on my scarred arm. I silent tear fell down my cheek. It will always remind me of the day Spot left. I quickly wiped the tear away before anyone noticed I was crying.
"So.. who's the leader.." I asked Batter. "Oh. He died dis mornin. He was no good ta us anyway." Batter said. "Did ya guys get a new leader?" I almost whispered. Batter slowly shook his head. "None of us are up to it." He sighed while patting me on the back. What if I become the leader of Queens? I could become rivals with Spot and forget about our past. But if I do it, I'm only doing it for Spot. Not anyone else. I have to think about it. I, not doing anything right away. It's only my first day here. "Okay.." I whispered as Batter stood up and walked away.

I layed down and shut my eyes strongly, as I let a tear fall on my pillow.

~Next Day~

"Wakey, Wakey!!" I heard Batter yell. I was awake almost the whole night, so I sprung up. "Youse gonna go out like that, Scar?" Batter asked. I didn't respond. "Yer ripped shirt, stained pants, that hat--" I cut him off. "NO." I said a little too loud. Batter staggered back with slightly wide eyes. I didn't mean to say that. This is Spot's hat. Spot. My Spot. I'm never taking it off. "Ok, ok.." Batter said in defeat with his hands up.
"S-Sorry.." I whispered. Batter just slowly nodded.

We reached the Queens circulation center. "So. Dis is da circulation cenna. This is where we buy all our papes. That's Mr. Ferrel. We's call em Mr. Ferret." Batter chuckled. "Oh and be careful foah doze two. Deys bad news." Batter said pointing to two scabber looking people. This place was so much like Manhattan. It made me feel like I was at home.

Which I hated.

It reminded me of all the people I was leaving behind. It reminded me of Mush, Jack, Crutchy and everyone else. It reminded me of Spot. "O-Ok.." I whispered.
Batter lead me to get my papers. I got eighty. "So much on the foist day?" Batter asked surprised. "Yea.." I quietly addressed. I read the headline. "Sheepshead Horce Racing Threatened to Close Down." What?! That's... that's my place. I was who I was because of that horse race. I keep telling myself I don't care but in the back of my head I know I do.

"SHEEPSHEAD CLOSIN DOWN! POLICE THREATEN TA KILL HORSES!!" I yell. Sold eight papers with that. "Damn Scar! You sold almost all her papes already! Have youse been a Newsie before?" Batter asked while patting my shoulder. I quickly shook my head. "N-No.." I lie. "Well! Youse got talent." Batter stated as he walked into a crowd of people.

I sold all my papers. I leaned on a brick wall. The cold stone soothed the scratches on my back as I closed my eyes. But someone interrupted the good moment.

"Whaddaya we have he-ah Jerry?"

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