Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

The door chime rang as Dad stepped inside. "Hey Dad." I said as he shoved his work bag onto the top of the table. "Hey, darlin'." He replied, not using his normal cheery voice. "There's some news I've gotta tell you." Knowing this was serious, I walked to the table where he sat, legs crossed. "Something's happened at work and they've had to lay me off." He sighed. "If I can't find another well-paying job, we're gonna have to move outta this city." I was horrified. The one thing that the both of us shared with mom was at risk. The place I've grown up in, the frequent horns of cars, the bright lights in the distance, all at risk. I couldn't imagine living in the small-town places Dad always tells me about. I live here, in the city. New York is where I belong. 

"Why don't you head off to bed, I think we both need a little sleep." Dad said. 

I drifted off easily, the thoughts of newsboys and Dad's job stirring in my head.

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The following day wasn't any better as it was yesterday. Clouds were dark, declaring a storm brewing towards the Big Apple. I had just woken up and already knew, Dad was off trying to find a new job, and I was here yet again alone. I got out of my bed and walked to the kitchen to find another note.

Someone stopped by to see you. They said something about a chase and meeting at the bagel shop near first street. There's a few dollars on the counter, love Dad.

Visitor? We hardly got those since Mom died. Was it the guy from last night? Why would he want to see me? 

Well I guess there's only one way to find out. And with that, I grabbed the money on the counter, grabbed my coat, and headed out the door.