Dear you by Bridget Kathleen (inspiring books for teens .txt) 📕

Evelyn from her desk. "Yes?" said mustered out.
"I...I just came to get my bag."
Miss. Thorn nodded and nodded to her bag. "Right there; same place where you left it." She dabbed at her tears.
Evelyn walked the rest of the way in and grabbed her bag. Before she left she turned around and stood at the doorway, looking at her teacher. "Miss. Thorn..." she started.
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, child. Why?"
Evelyn shrugged. "You were crying."
"Oh...Pish posh. I'll be fine, just remembering the past. I'll be fine, Miss. Conneally."
Evelyn nodded. "I heard you were once married."
Miss. Thorn looked a bit surprised and shocked. "Why...Y-yes. How did you know?"
"Word travels, Miss. Thorn."
Her teacher cleared her throat. "Yes...I was married...But he died...a very long time ago."
"I'm sorry." Evelyn told her.
Miss. Thorn nodded. "It was an accident that took him...But that was a long while ago. Go now, before I have you clean something!"
Evelyn smiled and nodded. "Yes, Miss. Thorn. See you tomorrow."

As the three walked on home Racetrack ran up to them with a stack of papes held under his pits. Abigail saw him approaching and stood in front of the girls. "Oh no you don't!" she said to him.
Racetrack got a confused look on his face. "What?"
"I know it was you who took these girls out. Mush Myers told me ALL about it! You are in BIG trouble. Wait until Grandma hears of this!"
"WHAT? Whoa! Slow down a bit would ya?"
Abigail sighed. "They got in trouble after you took them out that night."
"Really?" Racetrack had no idea and felt really bad.
"And what are you doing here in Brooklyn anyway? Go back to Manhattan, Thomas Higgins!"
Racetrack looked passed his sister and mouthed a sorry to the girls and left for Manhattan.

Later on that day as Evelyn sat at the piano, playing her songs, Bianca sat in a chair next to her reading a red velvet covered book. The house was filled with the smell of baking potatoes and lean meat soup.
"That sounds really pretty." Said Bianca still reading her book.
Evelyn stopped for a second to respond. "Thanks..."
"What's wrong? Still not feeling good?"
"Yeah. That and a lot of other things." she told her friend.
"Worried about Spot?" Bianca said quietly. Evelyn nodded. "Don't worry. Spot is a tough guy." Bianca said trying to cheer her friend up.
"I know...but still...I don't want everyone to think badly of him."
"Things will turn around, Eve. I know they will."

It was night now and then rain was coming down hard. Spot had sold his papes but one. He kept that one for the Johnny closet (Another term for an outhouse). The rain bounced off his wet clothes while other clung to him, soaking him even more. His hair stuck to his face as little droplets of water fell off at the ends. Finally he made it back to his apartment where his family waited for him. He quickly walked up the stairs, ignoring his noisy neighbors. And as he opened the door to his home he saw his dear sweet mother was cooking up some potatoes. Spot smiled at her as he dug in his pocket and placed it on the counter where his mother was; he kept his tips to himself. "You sold papes t'day?" his mother said. Spot nodded. "Why on earth did'ja do that, boy?"
Spot shrugged. "I miss sellin' me papes."
His mother smiled up at him. "Sit down, Spot...Supper is almost done."
Spot took his seat and said, "More potatoes?"
His mother sighed and nodded. "Tis what we got, son." she placed all the potatoes on single plates and set them down on the table. Soon a rush of little kids came running out of the next room. It was Spot's younger siblings. He adored his family and after his father left them he became the man of the house and a lot of responsibilities fell on his shoulders which also meant it was time for him to grow up. A lot of people had the wrong views on Spot. Sure, to a boy on the outside he looked like someone you didn't want to mess with and to a girl he was their dream boy. He pushed them all away though and kept his mean, strong, king-like status about himself.
Spot took a bite from his potato and watched his family eat in peace and quiet.
Chapter 20: Plug Uglies, the rescue and oh shillelagh

Dear Spot,

I sit here again, the same place I always do when writing you these silly letters: the old chestnut desk that creaks every time I rest my hand on it and begin to write, and the same old desk that has an unusually nice smell to it.
Summer is here now. I can feel the warm air coming in through the window. I've hardly seen you since that night you got blamed for taking us out to that dance. I also hear that you have started to sell papers again. Sometimes I wish I'd hear your voice shouting out in the city and then I would turn around and there you would be, looking just as you should: a hard worker, loyal to his friends, a loving son and brother, and most of all the handsome young man I am in love with. I love the tiny curls in your hair and the sandy blonde texture...Sorry. I can't help myself at times. You drive me crazy, even when I think about you during the day or late at night. The curve of your lips, the way you walk and the sound of your footsteps; their all planted deep inside my mind and they won't go away. Though, I don't mind at all.
Your eyes are a whole new conversation. That wonderful green that I remember looking into mine. I doubt you will ever see this. It's a book I plan on keeping to myself. Thoughts that I don't plan on telling anyone. I'm afraid that if you do you will not believe me and think me totally nuts, or on the other hand you will believe me and still think me totally nuts. I wish I could tell you everything...in person at least...
Oh...I miss the sound of your voice. Our past conversations I remember clearly. That is the only way I can hear your voice...your laugh. I bet you've gotten taller too. I think I might have gotten shorter.
The only time I can see you is in my dreams now...I still hope to run into you. I hope that everything with Charles will blow over and we will be able to go on with our lives together and be happy finally...Sigh...My ink is almost out. Looks like I will have to cut this letter short. Good-bye, Spot.
P.S.
I love you...

Evelyn set her things aside just at Bianca entered the room. Her hair was up in a neat bun but, it was quickly loosing it's neatness from the heat.
"Writing again?" Bianca asked.
Evelyn nodded. "A bit, yes. I'm running out of ink though so I will have to ask Sybelle to get more if she can."
"I'm sure she will," Bianca then adverted her attention towards something else and pointed outside the window. "Look! Sybelle's green house is finally finished!"
Evelyn got up from her seat and looked outside the window. "Did they just finish?"
Bianca nodded. "Looks good huh?"
Evelyn nodded and pushed back some of her hair. "Do you have anything to pull my hair back with. It's driving me crazy."
"Oh yeah, sure." Bianca rushed over to her night stand and gave Evelyn a thick, black string. "Here. Let me help you." Bianca pulled her friends hair back and tide it back for her. "Are you going to be ok, Eve?" Bianca asked her.
Evelyn turned around and gave Bianca a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"
Bianca shrugged. "Well...with everything that has happened with Spot...you just haven't been the same. And not only that but, Charles comes over more than what he should..."
Evelyn sighed and hung her shoulders a bit, leaning up against the wall. "Sometimes I wish I would find him...Spot...right in the middle of Brooklyn, shouting out the headlines...and as I stand looking at him he would turn and see me and we would both be staring at each other while the crowd of people rush past us..."
Bianca waited to see if Evelyn would go on and realized that she was done with her little speech. Bianca waved her hand in front of Evelyn's face. "Hello? Hellooooo?" Evelyn snapped back to reality and looked up at Bianca. "You've had some time to plan all this haven't you?" Bianca smiled a bit, trying not to laugh.
Evelyn blushed and playfully slapped her friend on the arm. "Shut-up! It's romantice!"
Bianca bursted out in fits of giggles. "Which part? The crowd or the standing?" Evelyn rolled her eyes and smiled and walked away. "Oh come on, Eve. That was funny, admit it!" Bianca grabbed Evelyn's shoulder and turned her back around. "At least hear me out on what I have to say."
Evelyn finally stopped trying to get away and waited for her friend to speak. "Well? What is it?"
Bianca cleared her thoat. "Tomorrow...Early morning..."
Evelyn rolled her eyes again. "You know how great I am at getting up in the morning."
"Shoosh! Let me finish...If not tomorrow morning then how about in the afternoon we go and sell papers? Maybe that way you will be able to...Oh...I don't know...Hear Spot shouting out?"
"Are you serious?" Evelyn asked her. Bianca modded her head and all Evelyn could do was sigh.
"Alright. You win. Let's go and sell papers tomorrow afternoon."
"Great!" Bianca seemed really excited about it. "I've wanted to know what it was like being a newsie. Besides, you never see that many newsie girls. This should be fun."
That afternoon as they were getting ready to sell papes Bianca turned around after buttoning up her shirt and looked over to her friend and smiled. "You're going to weat that?"
Evelyn looked herself up and down. "What's wrong with what I am wearing?" she asked.Bianca walked up to her friend and pointed at the hat she was wearing. "Newsie girls don't wear that nice of hats," she then paused and looked down at her shirt. "Or those nice of shirts." Bianca walked over to Evelyn's dresser and pulled out a more everyday-looking white longsleeved shirt. "Put this on. If you are going to play the part you must look it!" Evelyn nodded and quickly changed.
At first the two had to ask around where the distrobution center was; where they handed out the papes to the newsies. When they finally found it they rushed to get inline even though they wound up waiting for some time still to get their papes.
When it came close to their time to buy papes two older boys came rushing past everyone in the line. Evelyn and Bianca could hear curse words from the youngsters and even the older boys who had been waiting a very long time. "Why doesn't someone stop them?" Evelyn asked. Bianca shrugged and motioned her to move on.
One of the boys who cut had shaddy blonde hair that reached