Now I'm like everyone else, *grins*. I made up my own newsies names.
Loops, Skip, and Switch are mine. So don't take them, unless you ask for
my permission and credit me. Skip is all MINE! Hehe… Go 'head and read
what I've got so far and remember to review!
Chapter One
"Oof!"
"Where is it?"
"Ugh!"
"Come on."
"Let… go… of… me!"
"Not till you give me back da ring," Anthony calmly replied.
"I paid… fa… half'a it!" Loops screamed back in between getting kicked and punched.
He shook his head. "It ain't like I enjoy havin' Oscar here soak the livin' daylights outta ya, especially since youse is a goil, but I ain't got all night. I need dat ring."
Loops ducked underneath Oscar's legs and ran past Anthony. The sky was a dark shade of purple and the white, lightness of the clouds made the streets look dreamy. But Loops had no time to look. She was just a few feet from the alley they had been in when she felt a pang of pain pierce through her left leg. She fell and grasped the leg, feeling the blood run through her fingers. She groaned as she pulled herself down the street.
Anthony came up behind her. "I wasn't plannin' on shootin' ya till afta' I got da ring." He took Loops' arm and twisted it back. He moaned, "Where is it Loops?" He let her arm drop and picked up the other arm, looking at her fingers. "Nothin'," he mumbled. "NOTHING!" He threw Loops' arm back down. "Where is it?" he yelled.
Loops closed her eyes and thought. "I put it…"
"Where?" he boomed.
"Shut up fa a second and let me tink!" she screamed back.
Anthony's nostrils flared but he held in his rage. "Go 'head."
Loops nodded. "Oh yeah, I chucked it in da sewer."
"You… you did what?"
"Well, ya made me angry."
"Dat goil was just… der. It wasn't nuttin' Loops." He shook his head.
"Whateva', I ain't got ya ring no more. Ya gonna have ta find it yaself." She tried picking herself up but couldn't. Her leg was in most a deadly pain and she couldn't feel her arms.
Anthony chuckled. "And how do youse expect getting' back ta ya brudda' eh?"
Loops turned her head back and looked at Anthony. His eyes were glowing. "Ya always tryin' ta start trouble ain't ya?" Loops inquired.
He shrugged. "Maybe."
"Well, I'll get back ta Brooklyn somehow." She squirmed around on the ground.
Oscar came around in front and stopped her from going further. "Do ya want me ta dump her ova' da Brooklyn Bridge?" he asked Anthony.
"Nah," Anthony replied, "let her crawl back ta her brudda'." He put his foot on her back. "Listen," he told her, "da next time I see's ya, I want dat ring. If ya don't got it, Oscar will get ta throw ya ova' da bridge." He looked up at the sky. "No," he rethought, "take her to her brudda'. Leave her at da corner dat his lodgin' house is at."
Oscar grinned. "Right." He picked Loops up and she started screaming.
Anthony smiled and took a handkerchief from his pocket. Then he tied her around her mouth. "Always so loud," he grinned. He lightly patted her cheek and let Oscar take her to Brooklyn.
Read on…
Chapter One
"Oof!"
"Where is it?"
"Ugh!"
"Come on."
"Let… go… of… me!"
"Not till you give me back da ring," Anthony calmly replied.
"I paid… fa… half'a it!" Loops screamed back in between getting kicked and punched.
He shook his head. "It ain't like I enjoy havin' Oscar here soak the livin' daylights outta ya, especially since youse is a goil, but I ain't got all night. I need dat ring."
Loops ducked underneath Oscar's legs and ran past Anthony. The sky was a dark shade of purple and the white, lightness of the clouds made the streets look dreamy. But Loops had no time to look. She was just a few feet from the alley they had been in when she felt a pang of pain pierce through her left leg. She fell and grasped the leg, feeling the blood run through her fingers. She groaned as she pulled herself down the street.
Anthony came up behind her. "I wasn't plannin' on shootin' ya till afta' I got da ring." He took Loops' arm and twisted it back. He moaned, "Where is it Loops?" He let her arm drop and picked up the other arm, looking at her fingers. "Nothin'," he mumbled. "NOTHING!" He threw Loops' arm back down. "Where is it?" he yelled.
Loops closed her eyes and thought. "I put it…"
"Where?" he boomed.
"Shut up fa a second and let me tink!" she screamed back.
Anthony's nostrils flared but he held in his rage. "Go 'head."
Loops nodded. "Oh yeah, I chucked it in da sewer."
"You… you did what?"
"Well, ya made me angry."
"Dat goil was just… der. It wasn't nuttin' Loops." He shook his head.
"Whateva', I ain't got ya ring no more. Ya gonna have ta find it yaself." She tried picking herself up but couldn't. Her leg was in most a deadly pain and she couldn't feel her arms.
Anthony chuckled. "And how do youse expect getting' back ta ya brudda' eh?"
Loops turned her head back and looked at Anthony. His eyes were glowing. "Ya always tryin' ta start trouble ain't ya?" Loops inquired.
He shrugged. "Maybe."
"Well, I'll get back ta Brooklyn somehow." She squirmed around on the ground.
Oscar came around in front and stopped her from going further. "Do ya want me ta dump her ova' da Brooklyn Bridge?" he asked Anthony.
"Nah," Anthony replied, "let her crawl back ta her brudda'." He put his foot on her back. "Listen," he told her, "da next time I see's ya, I want dat ring. If ya don't got it, Oscar will get ta throw ya ova' da bridge." He looked up at the sky. "No," he rethought, "take her to her brudda'. Leave her at da corner dat his lodgin' house is at."
Oscar grinned. "Right." He picked Loops up and she started screaming.
Anthony smiled and took a handkerchief from his pocket. Then he tied her around her mouth. "Always so loud," he grinned. He lightly patted her cheek and let Oscar take her to Brooklyn.
Read on…