She hated Jack.
She hated him more then anything else.
He wasn't anything more then a dirty street rat who was barely good enough to lick her shoes.
But last week he had been her god.
Sarah sighed, the battle within her loud and silent to her family. David looked at her. He was back in school.
And Jack was bored with her.
It wasn't fair, she wanted to scream to cry and to wail about the evils of the world, to have her mother hold her like when she was little and to cry into her shoulder.
But now she had to calmly serve the soup that she'd made. Her mother had finally started working, leaving Sarah all alone to cook and listen to David complain about being in school again. She'd been the first to leave, and would never return.
It was all Jack's fault.
He had her thinking about the world like it was a better place, like she could make a difference. She'd gotten interested in workers rights. David wasn't the only one who knew anything. She'd attended several lectures on socialism, on change in the workforce, and she had even brought her mother to a rally of woman's suffrage.
And now she had to stay at home and wash Les' dirty pants and cook watered down soup.
She still tried to go to those rally's. But with Jack not there it didn't seem so. Real. She felt as though without Jack she had no reason to be interested.
Her family had allowed it as Jack had always been with her, but now the strike was won and Jack had moved on. Why couldn't she see that nice boy Moshe, his father owns a pickle stand, good money, good boy. Jewish too.
But Sarah thought as she took needle to David's now nearly ruined pants. What did he get up to in school, she didn't remember ever ripping a sleeve or tearing her skirt in school. Except when she was young and still only spoke Yiddish and the other girls teased her and threw her to the ground.
Maybe that was why Jack didn't want her. She didn't always say things that made sense. "It's the same sun as here" Maybe he thought her stupid. The translations that made sense in her mind didn't make sense to him.
Or maybe she was too plain. Sarah paused looking in the water she was boiling. She wasn't a beauty, not like the actresses, and she hadn't let Jack do much more then kiss. Maybe it was because David didn't like it.
He didn't like that Jack came to see Sarah, or the sweet kisses that they traded. He looked at them as if he was being betrayed. David always was like that, he grew possessive of things. The newsies had been one, until he'd left them He'd told her that there was no reason, she wasn't that kind of girl.
Sarah sighed.
She hated Jack.
He gave her a taste of something and now she couldn't give it away. The kiss they'd shared after winning the strike transferred something to her. A passion. And little meek Sarah Jacobs had never had passion. She wanted more.
She wanted to storm into congress and create change. She wanted to stomp and get herself the right to vote. She wanted to run more then the families money.
Disclaimer: Me no own
Author's notes: yes I like Sarah. She could be so cool. And I want to join the Association for Saving Sarah. No matter how bad you all are at naming thngs.
