Dear you - Bridget Kathleen (best motivational books TXT) 📗

trying to do the same? "Tomorrow night will be good, yeah." she told him.
"Ah. That's good, I mean, ok."
"But tonight I know will be crazy."
"Why?" Spot asked her.
Evelyn pulled a few strands of hair behind her ears. "I have to talk to Thomas AND Charles Vanham..." he voice trailed off.
"Huh? What?" Spot inched closer to her face.
Evelyn blushed and put her face down. "I have to talk to both Thomas AND Charles." she said louder this time.
When she said Charles name, Spot backed away from her and got an irritated look on his face. He grimaced. "Ugh! Charles...Hate that guy!"
"You know him?" Evelyn asked.
"Know him? I work with that stupid idiot!"
Evelyn was a little surprised. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"Ah! Nah...dats fine. Well, I's gotta go, Eve. See ya tomorrow night...uh...six?" Evelyn nodded and watched Spot run off again.
When Evelyn got back, she set her bag on the living room couch and sighed. She was finally home and able to rest.
"Oh you're back now." Evelyn turned her head and say Sybelle standing there with a dusty rag in her hand. "Thomas and Mr. Vanham are waiting in the office. You best not keep them waiting any longer." she had a rather unusually smile on her face as she said this.
Evelyn left her bag on the couch and walked inside the office. So much for resting. This was now the moment of truth. Thomas sat at his desk while Charles sat in black chair across from the desk. There was an empty seat right next to Charles, seeing how it was the only place lef to sit, Evelyn had to sit there.
"Evelyn," Thomas started off saying her name as if it were a question. "How do you like this house and all your surroundings?"
"I like it." she said truthfully.
"And what of the people?"
"You mean like you and Sybelle and the people at school?" Thomas nodded. "It's good." she told him. That was half true.
"Now what about Mr. Vanham?"
Evelyn was at a loss for words. She glanced over at Charles who wore a light smile on his face. She then looked back at Thomas and said, "What about him?"
Thomas chuckled lightly and said. "What are your feelings towards him?"
"M-my Feelings?" she stuttered. Thomas nodded. "I-I don't know. I hardly know him..." this was true.
Thomas then put his hands together and took a deep breath. "Evelyn, since you have been in my care it is up to me to make sure your future is bright. Mr. Vanham has agreed to help me out in this situation...Evelyn, my dear...Charles wishes to marry you. He thinks you are a bright, young and beautiful girl and full of spirit!"
Evelyn's mouth dropped a little and she looked over at Charles. "What do you say, Evelyn? Will you marry me? I know we don't know each other very well yet, but we don't have to get married right away."
She looked at him as if he was crazy. "WHAT?"
"Are you...not happy?"
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Happy? Of COURSE I'm not happy about this!" She stood up fast and pointed a finger at Thomas. "How DARE you try to marry off to a man that I hardly know or even want to get to know! I don't love Charles, I love Sp-" she stopped herself. "I love someone else..." she left the room quickly, slamming the door shut and running to her room and slamming that door too.
Evelyn threw herself to her bed and screamed in her pillow. As if today had to get any worse this was that moment. She found herself getting worked up again and knew that she would have to calm down otherwise she'd probably break something. She went to bed without having any supper. She even stayed curled up under sheets and even kept quiet when Bianca came in to get ready for bed. She was too angry to do anything else but lie there and keep herself closed up. Still, she preferred this than having to put up with the bullshit back in her time. Then it hit her. For a moment, Evelyn was able to forget about Charles and think about what Bianca told her, about having to wake up. If it was true, than she wouldn't have to worry about mayrrying Charles. But that left her with someone else to think about: Spot. Would she be able to leave Spot? Just like that and never see him again? He was the closes person she had left remotely close to Scott. This got her to thinking: If I'm awake here and my body is asleep there, then what would happen if I were to die in that time? Would I be able to come back here? If all else would fail, Evelyn decided that she would pull her own plug if that meant staying here...For good.
Chapter 14: The apology

Spot woke up a little anxious that next morning. He had lied to Evelyn, telling her that his mother was excited to meet her, but the truth to that was that Spot really wanted to see her. Spot’s mother had been bugging him about getting a girl and marrying her. But Spot knew that if he was going to marry it wouldn’t just be any girl; she’d have to have long beautiful hair, a strong will, great hips and beautiful eyes and most of all, loving and beautiful personality. Evelyn fit a lot of those descriptions and wanted to get to know her more to see if she was “the one”.

He got dressed and slipped on his shoes and then brushed his hair and put on his cap and headed for work. Today was half a day at work. That meant he’d have time to fix himself up a little to try and impress Evelyn. When he arrived to work her sat down at his station and got to work like he normally did. Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him from doing his work.
“These are for you.” Announced a rather annoying voice said.
Spot turned around, about ready to cringe at the sight of Charles standing so close to him. “Yeah?”
“I’m busy and these papers need to get handed out to the workers.”
Spot gave him a dull look. “Isn’t that your job?”
“I’m busy though.”
Spot laughed a little and turned around. “That is not my problem.”
Charles tried his best to keep his temper controlled from being annoyed by Spot. “Alright then. That’s not a problem.” Of course it was a problem. His anyway, obviously. He wouldn’t mind so much doing it but today he was irritated by Evelyn’s answer from last night. He had hoped she would say yes or be more understanding of his feelings. Instead she tossed them aside and walked away. Charles was not used to be turned away so easily. That just meant he would have to try harder next time.

Evelyn woke up surprisingly early the next morning. Her head hurt, probably from the events of last night. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked to Bianca’s bed and saw that she was still asleep. The light, peaceful golden light showed dimly through the curtains a little. She removed her blanket and slipped her feet over the edge of her bed. She yawned and stretched before standing up.
She walked to the dresser and picked up her brush. The brush gave her no such luck as her hair puffed up even more so she grabbed a few silver hair pins and pinned it down a little. After satisfied with her work, she tip-toed out of the room and down the stairs. The only people up were the few maids.
“Oh! Evelyn, it’s you.” Abigail said, almost running into her.
“Abigail? Hi. Morning.”
“G’morning. Why are you up so early?”
Evelyn shrugged her shoulders. “Good question. Went to bed pretty early last night---hey, where have you been?”
“Me?” Abigail pointed to herself. “Been working at another house.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Sorry if I worried you.”
“Oh no you’re fine. I was just wondering is all.”
Abigail nodded to this. “Well, Evelyn, if you excuse me, There’s some breakfast to be made.” Abigail excused herself and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Evelyn walked to the living room and sat down on one of the cushions. She looked about the room with not much to do and thought to herself, I wish houses were still like this. I wish people were still as proper in my time as here. It’s not fair! She crossed her arms and laid back her head. Suddenly she started to get a headache. She raised her head back up but that didn’t seem to help at all.
“Evelyn, dear?” it was Sybelle.
“Oh, Hi.”
“You’re up awfully early.”
Evelyn gave her a sky smile. “Yeah…”
Sybelle came to sit next to her and pressed her hands down on her skirt. “Heard about last night.”
Evelyn rolled her eyes to this. “Can we please not talk about that right now?” she asked. “My head really hurts.”
Sybelle nodded. “Of course. Would you like some honey tea? Perhaps that would help?” Sybelle suggested.
Evelyn nodded. “That sounds great. Thanks.” Sybelle stood up and walked to the kitchen where the sweet smell of flap-jacks and breakfast biscuits were being made.

After work it was around three o’clock. Spot was heading home when he heard the cries from his fellow newsie friends. He guessed that his brother was probably somewhere over there. But today the cries were different. He heard: Stop the world! Unfair! Cheaters! Spot couldn’t help but follow the uneasy cries of the newsies. He ended up walking to the Brooklyn bridge finding a rally of newise’s ripping other newsie’s papes. Completely confused by what was going on Spot ran over and broke up a fight.
“EH! Knock it off, kid!” he yelled at the one who did the attacking.
“Outa the way, you moron!”
“Why should I?”
“Haven’t you heard?”
“Heard what?” Spot asked.
The blonde newsie flew his hands in to the air. “Ah great! Now he got away! Good goin’!” the blonde newsie ran off before answering Spot’s question and he was left to watch a crowd of young boys attack each other. Soon the police came in to break up the rally. Spot quickly got out of the way, watching as some boys were dragged off by police and while others found time to escape their grasp.

Everything was going crazy and nothing was making any sense.
“Did you hear,” Spot heard a woman a few feet away from him talking to another misses on the sidewalk. “Mr. Pulitzer raised the price for his papers.”
Spot just about choked on his breath. What? He thought. That good-for-nothing son-of-a-pig jacked up the price of the papes? Now he understood everything and felt stupid for breaking up the fight between the two boys’ just moments ago.
Spot bolted for home, hoping his little brother was there and not out in this mess. His heart raced as he ran up the stairs, skipping a step each time. He swung open the door to his residence and saw his mother sitting at the table. She saw the worried look of Spot’s face and asked what was wrong. He ignored his mother’s words and walked to his room where he shared the room with his little brother. His mind and heart settled when he saw