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in the movie. Disney owns the Newsies and as much as I wish I owned them, I
do not and I am not making any money off this.
See Spot Flirt
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'What if I just got up and left? Would they notice? Probably not...what am I saying? Of course not! Maria's newest suitor is far to rich and handsome for them to take their attention away from him for a mere moment to notice me leaving.' Jenna watched in disgust as her mother fawned over the handsome 22 year-old that had come to call on her older sister, Maria. As much as he was being conversed with and distracted, he seemed not to be able to take his eyes off Jenna, or rather Jenna's chest.
"May I be excused?" Jenna didn't wait for an answer. Her royal-blue dress caught on the edge of her seat and she tripped as she tried to walk away. Alexander, Maria's suitor, rushed to her side as she began to fall.
"Are you alright?" He had obviously decided that conversation with Jenna's bust was much more worthwhile than conversation with Jenna herself. With a curt nod, gathered her skirts and pushed past him towards the long staircase. With out saying goodnight, she hurried into the washroom to clean her face and retire for the night.
Jenna stared at her image in the mirror. She studied her eyes, a pretty blue with specks of white, yes, but not stunning like her sister's shocking green. They were surrounded by a thick set of jet-black lashes, which was also pretty, but once again she was left below Maria. Her lips were normal-sized and a little redder than average, but nothing to be proud of, nearly every other girl she knew had naturally full, blood red lips set in a perpetual pout. Next she eyed her chest. For a girl of 15 she had small breasts, but the dress she wore was more revealing than her sister's, thus the cause of Alexander's staring. Jenna sighed 'Everything about me is average or below.' She thought as she toyed with her hair. That was the one thing that stood out in a crowd. Heads of blonde or black hair surrounded her, but hers was the color of roses and honey. It wasn't as dark as most upper-class girls', but not nearly as light as Maria's. But of course, her brown hair didn't fall into shoulder length curls as Maria's did, so once again she was caught in her sister's shadow.
Jenna tiptoed down the hall to her room, where she was met with a portrait of her sister to remind her of how much higher she was in looks and classiness than Jenna. 'I shouldn't envy her,' she mused, 'she's shallow and cares nothing for anything but money and her own well-being.' Satisfied with this insulting thought of her sister, she rid herself of the heavy dress she wore and donned her cream-colored nightgown. She proceeded to brush her mid-back length and braid it when a knock echoed from her door.
"Come in." the door let out a squeak and her father stepped in.
"I was going to ask you to say good-bye to Alexander, but in would seem that you are not dressed appropriately. I will inform him that you say good night and I say the same to you. Good night sweet-heart." Her father left and again she was left alone.
Jenna blew out the candle on her nightstand and opened her window. The stars outside provided more light than the solitary candle she had lit earlier. Jenna grabbed a book from the shelf and began to read by the light of the stars. The title of the book was the White Whale. She soon tired of the book that her mother had requested that she read, and set it aside. Jenna fell back on her bed and continued gazing at the stars.
At some point, Jenna must have fallen asleep for when she opened her eyes the sun was shining through her open window. She turned over onto her stomach and curled into a ball just as her mother walked in.
"Jenna! That is not an appropriate way for a lady to sleep." She pulled her daughters arms up until she was lying straight on her bed. "Anyway, it is time to get up. Now get up!" With out anything else to say, her mother glided out of the room.
Jenna decided at that very moment that she despised being a 'lady' and living a wealthy life. It just wasn't for her.
She stumbled over to her dresser, for she was still partially sleeping and grabbed the first dress she saw. As she put it on, she regarded her life. 'I suppose that even I am stuck-up in some sort of way. I claim to hate this life and yet I still continue to live it. I suppose that I look down on those who don't have as much money and stature as I. Life is too complicated.' Jenna walked down the stairs and smelled breakfast.
When she entered the dining room, she noticed her entire family was already eating with out her. 'I see I was forgotten about...again.' Jenna sat and placed eggs and toast on her plate. When everyone was looking down at his or her food, she placed her eggs on the toast and wolfed it down. Before she stood, she grabbed two pieces of toast and hid them in her shawl.
"I'm going for a walk." Once more, without waiting for a reply, she walked away, but this time through the oak-wood door that led to the street.
The sun had just come up and the streets were becoming busy with shoppers, strollers, and Newsies. Jenna took a deep breath of the fresh air and closed her eyes; glad to be rid of the large house and the family inside of it. She looked down when she felt a small tug at her skirt. A little boy around the age of nine was looking up at her with big brown puppy eyes. He had dirt smeared on his nose and just about everywhere else that could be considered his face.
"Buy a paper, Miss?" he had a weak raspy voice that sounded hungry. Jenna glanced at the dirty attire the little boy was wearing, filled with holes, and made completely of rags.
"Are you hungry, darling?" She asked, ignoring the previous question. When he nodded she pulled out the toast she had been saving for later and handed it to him. It was still warm and crisp, and when she handed it to him his eyes widened and he nearly snatched it from her hands. "Now, what was it you wanted me to buy?" the first piece of toast was already gone, and the other was getting stuffed in a pocket. Still chewing, he pointed to the stack of newspapers that had been abandoned on the street next to him. Jenna took out a penny and handed it to him in exchange for a paper. She smiled at the little boy and turned to walk away but was startled into turning back when she heard that same small voice from only moments before yell loud and strong.
"Cowboy! What are you doing in Brooklyn?" the little, sickly-looking boy had transformed into a lively, bouncy one at the sight of another boy about the age of 16. He ran and gave the older boy a big hug.
"I'se here to see Spot. You know where he is, Smalls?" the boy, apparently named Smalls, nodded, took his hand and ran off to show him where this Spot was.
'Spot, where have I heard that name before? It sounds awful familiar..." Jenna shook her head and continued on her walk.
It wasn't long before she came to the Brooklyn Bridge. Jenna was surprised at how far she had walked with out realizing it. All the way to the bridge she had thought about the boy and how he made a living by lying to customers. It was shameful, yes, but he was happy, she saw that when the other boy came to visit. How she wished she could be happy like that.
Jenna looked up at the sun. It was almost right in the middle of the sky, about Noon. She walked to the edge of the bridge and stared over the edge at the river. It might not have been a pretty river, or a clean one, but she had always loved the river for just being a part of nature. Jenna sighed contentedly as she stared out at it; it was a wonderful view, even if it was a view of muddy water.
"Don't tell me you'se thinks that that is pretty! It's a river filled wid doit." Jenna jumped at the voice behind her. She whipped around in time to see a boy in red suspenders jump off the rail towards her. He had slightly long sandy blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. His eyes...His eyes seemed to be able to look through her soul. Jenna looked away from them and looked instead just above his shoulder.
"Wh-where did you come from?" she asked, surprised to see that some one had snuck up on her like that. He smirked and walked over to her side of the railing.
"Didn't you'se see? I came from thin air." Jenna shook her head and looked back out at the water.
"No, its not pretty, it's just...just..."
"Yeah, I knows whatcha mean. I'se Spot Conlon, by the way." He spit on his hand a stuck it out for her to shake. Jenna stared a moment and thought, 'Why not?' She repeated the disgusting gesture and shook his hand. The smirk had reappeared as Jenna wiped her hand on her dress.
"So, did that Cowboy or whatever find you?" Spot gave her a surprised look.
"You'se psychic or somethin' Yeah he did, how'd you know 'bout dat?"
Jenna laughed and told him the story of the little boy then Cowboy coming up behind her. Spot smiled the whole way through the story, then explained,
"The li'l boy woulda been Smalls, he used to be a Manhattan newsie wid Jack, er, Cowboy as you know 'im, but den his bruddah came to Brooklyn and brought him wid 'im. Smalls misses Cowboy like crazy." Jenna asked Spot what he did, and complained about her life, and then Spot did the same to her. About an hour had passed when they finally stopped talking and just stood there when Jenna started to quietly sing a lullaby from when she was little.
"Wow, you'se sing like a boid." Spot commented on her voice and Jenna blushed, not used to singing in front of people.
The sun was near setting when Jenna noticed it. She and this Spot Conlon had been talking for hours and Jenna had lost track of time. Alexander was supposed to have come over for dinner again that night, but that didn't matter, for she had already missed dinner. She started to walk off the bridge as she was talking and was followed closely by Spot.
"Oh my god! I have to go, I'll be in so much trouble I was supposed to be home hours ago! It was great talking with you, but I-" Jenna stopped and looked around. She was off the bridge now and she had no idea where she was. "I'm kind of lost..." Jenna looked pleadingly at Spot, who seemed like he would know his way around the area, being a street rat and all.
"Where ya live?" he asked with a smile. Jenna told him and Spot took her home.
Her large house loomed above them, every window twinkling from candles inside. They stopped at her door and she turned to him.
"Thank you. I probably wouldn't have made it home with out you." Spot shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"A goil like you shouldn't be wandrin 'round Brooklyn by 'erself anyway. Even if it is daylight." Jenna smiled at him and turned towards the door.
"I have to go inside now." Spot and Jenna spit shook again, and this time she didn't find it so disgusting. "Maybe I'll see you some other time?" she said, 'Doubtful' she thought, but it was worth a try.
"Yeah, maybe. I'se ill see you'se lata Boid." Spot turned and walked away from her home while she turned and walked in, where she was met by the three angry faces of her family.
See Spot Flirt
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'What if I just got up and left? Would they notice? Probably not...what am I saying? Of course not! Maria's newest suitor is far to rich and handsome for them to take their attention away from him for a mere moment to notice me leaving.' Jenna watched in disgust as her mother fawned over the handsome 22 year-old that had come to call on her older sister, Maria. As much as he was being conversed with and distracted, he seemed not to be able to take his eyes off Jenna, or rather Jenna's chest.
"May I be excused?" Jenna didn't wait for an answer. Her royal-blue dress caught on the edge of her seat and she tripped as she tried to walk away. Alexander, Maria's suitor, rushed to her side as she began to fall.
"Are you alright?" He had obviously decided that conversation with Jenna's bust was much more worthwhile than conversation with Jenna herself. With a curt nod, gathered her skirts and pushed past him towards the long staircase. With out saying goodnight, she hurried into the washroom to clean her face and retire for the night.
Jenna stared at her image in the mirror. She studied her eyes, a pretty blue with specks of white, yes, but not stunning like her sister's shocking green. They were surrounded by a thick set of jet-black lashes, which was also pretty, but once again she was left below Maria. Her lips were normal-sized and a little redder than average, but nothing to be proud of, nearly every other girl she knew had naturally full, blood red lips set in a perpetual pout. Next she eyed her chest. For a girl of 15 she had small breasts, but the dress she wore was more revealing than her sister's, thus the cause of Alexander's staring. Jenna sighed 'Everything about me is average or below.' She thought as she toyed with her hair. That was the one thing that stood out in a crowd. Heads of blonde or black hair surrounded her, but hers was the color of roses and honey. It wasn't as dark as most upper-class girls', but not nearly as light as Maria's. But of course, her brown hair didn't fall into shoulder length curls as Maria's did, so once again she was caught in her sister's shadow.
Jenna tiptoed down the hall to her room, where she was met with a portrait of her sister to remind her of how much higher she was in looks and classiness than Jenna. 'I shouldn't envy her,' she mused, 'she's shallow and cares nothing for anything but money and her own well-being.' Satisfied with this insulting thought of her sister, she rid herself of the heavy dress she wore and donned her cream-colored nightgown. She proceeded to brush her mid-back length and braid it when a knock echoed from her door.
"Come in." the door let out a squeak and her father stepped in.
"I was going to ask you to say good-bye to Alexander, but in would seem that you are not dressed appropriately. I will inform him that you say good night and I say the same to you. Good night sweet-heart." Her father left and again she was left alone.
Jenna blew out the candle on her nightstand and opened her window. The stars outside provided more light than the solitary candle she had lit earlier. Jenna grabbed a book from the shelf and began to read by the light of the stars. The title of the book was the White Whale. She soon tired of the book that her mother had requested that she read, and set it aside. Jenna fell back on her bed and continued gazing at the stars.
At some point, Jenna must have fallen asleep for when she opened her eyes the sun was shining through her open window. She turned over onto her stomach and curled into a ball just as her mother walked in.
"Jenna! That is not an appropriate way for a lady to sleep." She pulled her daughters arms up until she was lying straight on her bed. "Anyway, it is time to get up. Now get up!" With out anything else to say, her mother glided out of the room.
Jenna decided at that very moment that she despised being a 'lady' and living a wealthy life. It just wasn't for her.
She stumbled over to her dresser, for she was still partially sleeping and grabbed the first dress she saw. As she put it on, she regarded her life. 'I suppose that even I am stuck-up in some sort of way. I claim to hate this life and yet I still continue to live it. I suppose that I look down on those who don't have as much money and stature as I. Life is too complicated.' Jenna walked down the stairs and smelled breakfast.
When she entered the dining room, she noticed her entire family was already eating with out her. 'I see I was forgotten about...again.' Jenna sat and placed eggs and toast on her plate. When everyone was looking down at his or her food, she placed her eggs on the toast and wolfed it down. Before she stood, she grabbed two pieces of toast and hid them in her shawl.
"I'm going for a walk." Once more, without waiting for a reply, she walked away, but this time through the oak-wood door that led to the street.
The sun had just come up and the streets were becoming busy with shoppers, strollers, and Newsies. Jenna took a deep breath of the fresh air and closed her eyes; glad to be rid of the large house and the family inside of it. She looked down when she felt a small tug at her skirt. A little boy around the age of nine was looking up at her with big brown puppy eyes. He had dirt smeared on his nose and just about everywhere else that could be considered his face.
"Buy a paper, Miss?" he had a weak raspy voice that sounded hungry. Jenna glanced at the dirty attire the little boy was wearing, filled with holes, and made completely of rags.
"Are you hungry, darling?" She asked, ignoring the previous question. When he nodded she pulled out the toast she had been saving for later and handed it to him. It was still warm and crisp, and when she handed it to him his eyes widened and he nearly snatched it from her hands. "Now, what was it you wanted me to buy?" the first piece of toast was already gone, and the other was getting stuffed in a pocket. Still chewing, he pointed to the stack of newspapers that had been abandoned on the street next to him. Jenna took out a penny and handed it to him in exchange for a paper. She smiled at the little boy and turned to walk away but was startled into turning back when she heard that same small voice from only moments before yell loud and strong.
"Cowboy! What are you doing in Brooklyn?" the little, sickly-looking boy had transformed into a lively, bouncy one at the sight of another boy about the age of 16. He ran and gave the older boy a big hug.
"I'se here to see Spot. You know where he is, Smalls?" the boy, apparently named Smalls, nodded, took his hand and ran off to show him where this Spot was.
'Spot, where have I heard that name before? It sounds awful familiar..." Jenna shook her head and continued on her walk.
It wasn't long before she came to the Brooklyn Bridge. Jenna was surprised at how far she had walked with out realizing it. All the way to the bridge she had thought about the boy and how he made a living by lying to customers. It was shameful, yes, but he was happy, she saw that when the other boy came to visit. How she wished she could be happy like that.
Jenna looked up at the sun. It was almost right in the middle of the sky, about Noon. She walked to the edge of the bridge and stared over the edge at the river. It might not have been a pretty river, or a clean one, but she had always loved the river for just being a part of nature. Jenna sighed contentedly as she stared out at it; it was a wonderful view, even if it was a view of muddy water.
"Don't tell me you'se thinks that that is pretty! It's a river filled wid doit." Jenna jumped at the voice behind her. She whipped around in time to see a boy in red suspenders jump off the rail towards her. He had slightly long sandy blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. His eyes...His eyes seemed to be able to look through her soul. Jenna looked away from them and looked instead just above his shoulder.
"Wh-where did you come from?" she asked, surprised to see that some one had snuck up on her like that. He smirked and walked over to her side of the railing.
"Didn't you'se see? I came from thin air." Jenna shook her head and looked back out at the water.
"No, its not pretty, it's just...just..."
"Yeah, I knows whatcha mean. I'se Spot Conlon, by the way." He spit on his hand a stuck it out for her to shake. Jenna stared a moment and thought, 'Why not?' She repeated the disgusting gesture and shook his hand. The smirk had reappeared as Jenna wiped her hand on her dress.
"So, did that Cowboy or whatever find you?" Spot gave her a surprised look.
"You'se psychic or somethin' Yeah he did, how'd you know 'bout dat?"
Jenna laughed and told him the story of the little boy then Cowboy coming up behind her. Spot smiled the whole way through the story, then explained,
"The li'l boy woulda been Smalls, he used to be a Manhattan newsie wid Jack, er, Cowboy as you know 'im, but den his bruddah came to Brooklyn and brought him wid 'im. Smalls misses Cowboy like crazy." Jenna asked Spot what he did, and complained about her life, and then Spot did the same to her. About an hour had passed when they finally stopped talking and just stood there when Jenna started to quietly sing a lullaby from when she was little.
"Wow, you'se sing like a boid." Spot commented on her voice and Jenna blushed, not used to singing in front of people.
The sun was near setting when Jenna noticed it. She and this Spot Conlon had been talking for hours and Jenna had lost track of time. Alexander was supposed to have come over for dinner again that night, but that didn't matter, for she had already missed dinner. She started to walk off the bridge as she was talking and was followed closely by Spot.
"Oh my god! I have to go, I'll be in so much trouble I was supposed to be home hours ago! It was great talking with you, but I-" Jenna stopped and looked around. She was off the bridge now and she had no idea where she was. "I'm kind of lost..." Jenna looked pleadingly at Spot, who seemed like he would know his way around the area, being a street rat and all.
"Where ya live?" he asked with a smile. Jenna told him and Spot took her home.
Her large house loomed above them, every window twinkling from candles inside. They stopped at her door and she turned to him.
"Thank you. I probably wouldn't have made it home with out you." Spot shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"A goil like you shouldn't be wandrin 'round Brooklyn by 'erself anyway. Even if it is daylight." Jenna smiled at him and turned towards the door.
"I have to go inside now." Spot and Jenna spit shook again, and this time she didn't find it so disgusting. "Maybe I'll see you some other time?" she said, 'Doubtful' she thought, but it was worth a try.
"Yeah, maybe. I'se ill see you'se lata Boid." Spot turned and walked away from her home while she turned and walked in, where she was met by the three angry faces of her family.