I made up all the names except for the original Newsies names.
It starts with this wannabe chick meeting Spot and the punks...
Cold
Morning blues and off to school they went.
10:22 a.m.-4th period English: Assigned
to read fourteen pages and answer the questions on pg. 59. "Rosemary Ford?"
The big bald man called roll.
"Here!"
She answered. She sat back on her chair, almost laying on her head on the
top of the chair. Her eyes were light, they were dark but they shown light.
Instead of doing what she was assigned to do she looked around the room.
Same old familiar faces. "Joseph Conlon?" Called out the teacher once more.
"Here."
He responded without even trying.
In a couple
of minute she threw a paper across the room to Joseph Conlon's desk. It
woke him from his sleep. He unfolded the crumpled up paper .Spot Conlon?
It read. He moved his eyes across the room and luckily she was watching
him.
He wrote back: Stain was taken And
threw it across to her. Put his head on his arms on his desk, and who knows
if he slept.
The paper
landed on the floor next to her desk. Nosy students looked at her. The
teacher glanced back suspiciously as he wrote on the board. But she had
covered the crumpled up note with her foot. The teacher got back to his
writing on the board.
She scooted
the paper far enough to reach it, picked it up and opened it up. She read
what he wrote and glanced back at him. He was on his desk with his head
down.
A quarter passed
and the bell rang . Everyone pushed through the door. But the girl took
her time after all desperate were gone. She even walked behind Spot.
She was walked through the same halls he was going through. She studied
his back-she might as well. His ashy dark blonde hair, his small built,
his black AFI shirt. Besides himself he carried a notebook and a pen. Instead
of turning right to his class room-where she follows him everyday...-He
turned the corner and out the door.
Class was gonna start in 3o
seconds. She stopped before she got close to the classroom door. She went
back, turned the corner and went out the door as well. She thought he was
long gone by now, but still she wanted to talk to him, so half of her hoped
he was still out there.
She changed her mind completely when she saw him sitting
on a brick wall surrounding some flower beds. Right outside the door where
she just had stepped into.
"You ditch
too?" He blew out smoke after taking his cigarette out of his mouth.
She mumbled
some words.
He signaled
for her to take a seat on the brick wall surrounding flower beds across
from him. She didn't hesitate to sit.He began to talk. "Was it you that
wrote me a note?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry I
didn't write much it was my nap period." He answered.
"Stain was
taken." She asked, "by who?"
"Stain-Stan...uh-what's
his name." He said. "What's your name?"
"Rumor,
I like Rumor."
"Rumor,"
He sorta repeated to himself.
"So...when
are ya going back in?" She questioned.
"I'm waitin'
for someone." He said.
She felt
a stab of jealousy. Everyone she liked was already taken. They were silent
for a while.
"Spot."
A girl came from the same door.
"Hey Sage."
He said to her.
Behind her
came another person, some senior guy. "Hey man." They spit on their own
hands and shook each other's hand. The guy was tall, brown hair.
Her turned to Rumor. "I heard a 'Rumor'." He said.
Rumor tried
not to smile, that was stupid.
"Who's dis?"
Asked Sage noticing her.
"Oh yeah...Dis
is Rumor." Spot said.
"Hi i'm
sage." The girl shook Rumor's hand. Sage had short black and
green highlights hair, it was up in liberty spikes. She was pretty. She
had a buncha chains and a black jacket with a patch that read 'Rancid'.
"Hi." Rumor
said back trying not to smile too much.
"I'm Jack."
said the tall guy. He was handsome.
"Where are
de odah's?" Spot said.
"They're
comin'" Jack answered.
"What took
you guys?" Spot asked them.
"I had to
ask to go to the bathroom." Said Sage. "They called your name in role 'Joseph
Conlon'. It's weird because that's not even his name."
"What's
his name?" Rumor was curious.
"Brandon
Conlon," She answered, "Brand Conlon I mean...But n e ways Jack said 'here'
for you, so yer not absent."
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