I Don't Want Nobody Carrying Me!
Kloppman came around the corner of the stairs and shook his head when he saw all the newsies still in bed, asleep. "Up! All youse up now!" he yelled as he shook the nearest bed. "I swear, you boys would neva' get out of bed if I didn' make youse." The boys groans could be heard through-out the room. It had been two weeks since the strike, things were easier on the newsies, but they still did not want to get out of bed every morning.
Crutchy sat up in bed, his leg hadn't stopped hurting since the Delancy brothers had worked him over. "I'll neva' complain, neva." Crutchy pulled himself up and limped over to the washroom, today was an especially bad day. "Hey ya Crutchy, how ya doin'?" Jack put his arm around the boy's shoulders. "I'm ok, I'se guess." Crutchy shrugged and slipped away from Jack to go shave. At sixteen, almost seventeen, Crutchy was still skinny as a rail. "I ain't neva' gonna get a goil, I'm to sickly." He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.
As he got to the bottom of the stairs he noticed that everyone was running past him quickly, leaving him alone. "What I wouldn't give to be normal." He muttered under his breath and hurried after the rest of the newsies. Today was just another day of pain and listening to people yell at him as he sold his papes.
I hope you all have enjoyed this. It's probably only going to be a few chapters long. But I hope to get some reviews!
Indara
