As we walked I wondered what had happened. I tried to remember the last
thing I'd done, I was selling, no I'd finished. Lunch! Lunch with.. I
looked around hoping against hope that what ever had taken me here had
brought him as well. No such luck the only thing around was a stray dog, I
watched the dog and saw that he was being walked by some one. I was
confused as to what had happened. I was in New York, and this clearly
wasn't New York, this was some place that was even uglier and it didn't
have the excitement the city did.
"We had almost given up hope, I mean you've been gone for so long."
"It don't seem it."
"You look different!" James said I realized he had been babbling as I had been thinking. "Well you've been gone for three years and all but." He stopped and looked at me again, his gaze made me feel uncomfortable and I crossed my arms.
"What?" I asked looking away from him. "Dere ain't nuten ta look at here." I tried to remember what had happened. I had eaten, we were talking and. nothing, I couldn't remember anything.
"You look old." He said.
Immediately I glared at him. "Old? I look old?" I never wanted to look old, old meant no one wanted to see you, no one would buy from an old newsie, when you were old you lost your looks, when you lost your looks you lost the ability to keep men at your feet, you lost an income.
"Not old really, just mature." James reasoned, I think he was a little un nerved by my stare.
"Same difference." I said not really thinking so. Old was old, same things came from it.
"So where were you?" He asked me, I looked at him, "I mean you've been gone, so were you kidnapped or what?"
"I was in New Yawk." I said.
"So were you a hooker?" The little girl asked. "My mommy said that a lot of girls go to New York to be hookers! And Druggies."
"How old are ya?" I asked the annoying red head girl, she reminded me of the boy who made sure the newsies got their papes. I had hit him when he tried to hit on me.
"I'm six." She said proudly "And I like Brittany Spears and Belly Shirts."
"Well I'm sixteen. That means that when I was ten your whore of a mother was in labor with an ungrateful little brat, which was you." I said factually.
"Adriana!" James said, shocked. "Don't say things like that."
"She called me a fucking whore! And while not far from the truth it isn't true, And I ain't on no fucking opium or any shit like that."
"You've changed." James said looking at me strangely. "What happened in New York? Were you kidnapped, or did you leave of your own free will?"
What should I say? I was in New York, I lived homeless on the streets for a year, then I slept with men for a bed. And then I fell in love, and I was gunna get married, but now I'm here. Yes, good idea Magic. Way to get thrown in the crazy house.
"A mixture of the two." I spat, we arrived in front of what I assume was his house. He walked in and I again felt the pang of being alone, I don't know why, maybe it was the kids all over the floor and his mother, I assume, helping some one with something and knowing I could have had that.
"Mom! Guess what!" James said "Adriana's back!" I hadn't realized how strange it was to hear my birth name until that moment. No one had called me that asides him, and he had preferred my nick name.
His mother, I was right in my assumption, turned and started crying. She came up and hugged me. "Oh my, we thought you were gone." She hugged me tightly, and I couldn't admit to her that this was a strange place, that this place that I was supposed to call home was more foreign then the place I was.
Home had changed for me and suddenly I felt my self fall into despair.
I wasn't supposed to be here, Really I wasn't. James' mother called my parents and every one was hugging me and making sure I was okay. I finally broke down when the red head made fun of my skirt again and I ran out the door, cursing God and Time in Spanish.
Author's Notes: Wow! See I am writing this! (This being because Bumletsmuse is poking me in the back to make me write about Magic. -Pokes Bumletsmuse back-) I do remember you all I LOVE YOU ALL! HAPPY VALINTINES DAY!
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"We had almost given up hope, I mean you've been gone for so long."
"It don't seem it."
"You look different!" James said I realized he had been babbling as I had been thinking. "Well you've been gone for three years and all but." He stopped and looked at me again, his gaze made me feel uncomfortable and I crossed my arms.
"What?" I asked looking away from him. "Dere ain't nuten ta look at here." I tried to remember what had happened. I had eaten, we were talking and. nothing, I couldn't remember anything.
"You look old." He said.
Immediately I glared at him. "Old? I look old?" I never wanted to look old, old meant no one wanted to see you, no one would buy from an old newsie, when you were old you lost your looks, when you lost your looks you lost the ability to keep men at your feet, you lost an income.
"Not old really, just mature." James reasoned, I think he was a little un nerved by my stare.
"Same difference." I said not really thinking so. Old was old, same things came from it.
"So where were you?" He asked me, I looked at him, "I mean you've been gone, so were you kidnapped or what?"
"I was in New Yawk." I said.
"So were you a hooker?" The little girl asked. "My mommy said that a lot of girls go to New York to be hookers! And Druggies."
"How old are ya?" I asked the annoying red head girl, she reminded me of the boy who made sure the newsies got their papes. I had hit him when he tried to hit on me.
"I'm six." She said proudly "And I like Brittany Spears and Belly Shirts."
"Well I'm sixteen. That means that when I was ten your whore of a mother was in labor with an ungrateful little brat, which was you." I said factually.
"Adriana!" James said, shocked. "Don't say things like that."
"She called me a fucking whore! And while not far from the truth it isn't true, And I ain't on no fucking opium or any shit like that."
"You've changed." James said looking at me strangely. "What happened in New York? Were you kidnapped, or did you leave of your own free will?"
What should I say? I was in New York, I lived homeless on the streets for a year, then I slept with men for a bed. And then I fell in love, and I was gunna get married, but now I'm here. Yes, good idea Magic. Way to get thrown in the crazy house.
"A mixture of the two." I spat, we arrived in front of what I assume was his house. He walked in and I again felt the pang of being alone, I don't know why, maybe it was the kids all over the floor and his mother, I assume, helping some one with something and knowing I could have had that.
"Mom! Guess what!" James said "Adriana's back!" I hadn't realized how strange it was to hear my birth name until that moment. No one had called me that asides him, and he had preferred my nick name.
His mother, I was right in my assumption, turned and started crying. She came up and hugged me. "Oh my, we thought you were gone." She hugged me tightly, and I couldn't admit to her that this was a strange place, that this place that I was supposed to call home was more foreign then the place I was.
Home had changed for me and suddenly I felt my self fall into despair.
I wasn't supposed to be here, Really I wasn't. James' mother called my parents and every one was hugging me and making sure I was okay. I finally broke down when the red head made fun of my skirt again and I ran out the door, cursing God and Time in Spanish.
Author's Notes: Wow! See I am writing this! (This being because Bumletsmuse is poking me in the back to make me write about Magic. -Pokes Bumletsmuse back-) I do remember you all I LOVE YOU ALL! HAPPY VALINTINES DAY!
Disclaimer: I own Magic, all own them selves.
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