Disclamer: I do not own Newsies.
"Get ya lazy asses outta be goils!" Ms. Bumbree growled at us with her scruffy smoker's voice. I sat strait up in my bunk. After living in the Manhattan news girls lodging house (the only one in New York) for so long you somehow become a light sleeper.
"Get up," I hissed at Rosalyn, or Rose as us newsies call her and threw my pillow at her. She took it and covered the back of her head. I hopped off the top bunk and slid on over to the dresser.
"It's my fucking skirt! Give it back!" Risky yelled at Frisky, her twin sister.
"Um, no it's not. I saved up my good money to buy this thing and I'm going to wear it!" Frisky was yelling at her sister every morning as usual.
"Bumbree is going to kick you out if you don't knock it off." Camilla, Racetrack's little sister who was always on the right being good yelled at the two.
I then walked along in a white blouse and blue skirt to the wash room.
"But, I'm really scared too, Rosie." Bliss who was brushing Rose's hair said in her soft voice.
"Scared to do what?" I asked picking up a comb and running it through my curly hair blonde hair.
"Mush asked Bliss to Meda's Friday." Rose finished. I mentally ticked off the days today was about Wednesday. "So me and Jack are going with her and Mush."
"Oh."I said disappointed. I could only dream of going anywhere with Oscar DeLancy, my secret guy. Jack, my brother, would kill him if he knew about this the rest of the newsies probably would kill him too. He doesn't mind he always says sometimes we need to keep secrets.
"Don't worry, will find you someone by Friday." Bliss said trying to cheer me up, when I wasn't worried about not having a date, just going with my date was the problem.