So I've seen some stories that're a note being passed between two or three characters, and I thought it'd be fun to write one for Newsies. It would seem that I was right. This is set in modern day (obviously). the story follows Hawkeye through her (boring) day at school, which mainly consist of writing notes to the people in her class. She interacts with different people each class (but it's entirely possible that she'll have two classes in a row with one character and will continue talking to them). It's tied together by a very loose plot. I rather like how it's turning out. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, etc. from Newsies (YET!) and Hawkeye is mine. Any teachers are mine too. If any other characters are introduced, I'll add in a disclaimer/claimer. Until then, this is all you get.
Newsie Notes
English
Hawkeye is in italics.
Spot is underlined.
Racetrack is in bold.
Jeeze, I'm starving! How long 'til lunch?
Is food the only thing you can think about?
He's not the only one. How're those pretzels, Hawk?
Traitor! How dare you give away my position!
What? You've been holding out on me, woman! Fork over the food!
That sounds kind of redundant, you know…
If you give some to him, you gotta give me some too.
Get your own food!
My lunch is in my locker. Please? Just one pretzel? I'm starving!
So? Take the pass and go get it.
And share! Your mom always packs you a huge lunch.
It's every man (or me) for himself, Spot!
Take the pass and do what? Come waltzing back into the room with a platter of food?
Yes. I'll distract Ms. Jacobs.
No fair! I'm buying my lunch today; I can't go get mine or anything. Come on, Race, you'll give me food, right?
-eye roll-
How!
I'll start a deep philosophical discussion. Now go, and stop glaring daggers at me!
Race? You are going to give me some, right?
About what? And I'm not glaring!
I don't know! About the Spice Girls, okay? And you are so glaring.
Guys?
Ginger Spice was hot…
Ugh. Stop drooling and go.
Is anyone even aware that I'm still here?
Ms. Jacobs is, she's heading toward us.
Quick, Spot, ask her on a date!
WHAT!
Get rid of the note! She's coming!
You get rid of it! Stop passing it to us!
I didn't start it, and I'm not going to take the blame for—dammit.
Hawkeye tossed the note back onto Race's desk as Ms. Jacobs reached the trio.
"Mr. Higgins, what is that piece of paper?" she asked.
Race glanced nervously at Hawkeye and Spot for back up. Hawkeye, helpful as ever, just smirked and clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. Spot shrugged and mouthed 'I don't know.'
It would seem to anyone watching the situation that Racetrack either had an idea of his own, or had misinterpreted Spot's message.
Shoving the note into his mouth, Race managed to choke out, "Lunch!"
Hawkeye and Spot exchanged looks and burst into fits of laughter.
Ms. Jacobs' eyes narrowed, "I'll see you after class, Mr. Higgins."
Racetrack gave her a look that resembled a skittish deer caught in head lights. This caused Spot and Hawkeye to laugh harder, earning them their own glares from Ms. Jacobs.
"And you'll be joining him, Mr. Conlon and Miss Sheretti," she snapped, before turning on her heel and marching back to the front of the room.
Race took the note out of his mouth.
Thanks, guys.
Hawkeye gave the saliva covered paper a disgusted look, before hastily placing it back on Race's desk and ripping a clean sheet out of her notebook.
Ew. Was that really necessary?
For the look on your face, Hawk, I'd say it was.
Thanks. Jerk.
Well, I was hungry… And Spot told me to!
Moron, Spot said "I don't know"!
No he didn't! You weren't even looking!
Yes I was!
No, you were smirking!
I can look and smirk at the same time, genius!
I doubt it. 'S a lot harder than it seems!
Race, she's right.
I TOLD you so!
No way! You definitely said "Eat it now"!
Stupid…
No, dude. I said "I don't know".
Technically, you didn't really say anything.
You're kidding, right?
Wrong!
Wrong!
Wrong!
Shut up, Hawkeye!
Wro—hey! Ooh, lookie, class is over.
FINALLY!
We need to dispose of the note. Race, look, LUNCH!
…Ha. Ha. Ha.
I thought it was funny.
What's next?
Uh…
LUNCH!
Wrong! Second period.
Dammit!