The Giant and the Short (open)

[Tiny]

Tiny was walking threw Queens she just finished selling her morning addition and was really bored. She was just walking and she came a crossed the Queens Giant. "Of course I would come across this." she told her self. Since Tiny was so short people often mistake her for a child. She has to often remind her mother’s friends that she was a sixteen year old woman.

Her older brothers and even little sister were both normal sizes. She was the only short person in her family and no one knows where she got it. Her brothers and sister always make fun of her size although she was used to it still gets on her nerves though. Some of the newsies even make fun of her but if they do it too much she gets an attitude. “You know you’re not that big,” she said to the tree although it was very huge especially for her. That’s her saying for everyone and of course she’s lying. She sat down ageist the tree. She was just looking over her finger nails and cleaning the dirt from them. It’s not like she has anything better to do.

[Street]

Street hummed as she walked along in Queens; she hadn't been there in awhile, she had forgotten how nice it was. Up ahead was the Queen's Giant, a large tree. Street like trees, they seemed so wise, and among the roots-almost indescernable-was Tiny. Street smiled to herself. It was nice to see her again.

She kind of felt bad for trying to steal from the older girl, but she had mistaken her for a child, and usually-if times were especially rough-Street would hustle or steal from younger kids. Street was just about to approach her when a man with a gold watch chain walked by.

Street ran into him purposely-on the side that the watch was-apologized and ran over to Tiny, tucking the heavy gold watch out of sight in the rough haversack thrown recklessly over her shoulder. "Hey Tiny, how are ya doin' this fine 'ain't it great ta be alive' mornin'?" Street asked, plopping down in the grass about two feet beside her. She tucked her heavy navy skirt under her demurely and began fidgeting with a new hole that had appeared on the hem.

"What have ya been up ta? I haven't seen ya in a bit, how's ya Mum, and ya brothers and sisters?" Street asked curiously. If a friend had a family, she was always interested in knowing them-even if she had never met them.