"Stumbles, wake up!" Kloppman yelled. God can't I just sleep?
"mmmmmm..." I simply replied. I really did not want to budge, all night poker fests plus me, equals a very, very tired person.
"Fine," I stated angrily. Don't get me wrong I love my job, but the hours.
I slowly exited my bed, got dressed in my usual boys clothes (like I could afford a dress), tucked my bright red hair into my hat, and went downstairs. Of course all the others were waiting.
"Mornin' Stumbles!" exclaimed Crutchy. His eyes looking straight at me, This child had the best manners imaginable, rarely could a smile not be seen on his face. His cute, happy face.
"Morning," I sleepily said. No matter how early I went to sleep, I still stumbled around in the morning, hence my name.
We left our home for the day and bounded down the streets of New York. Now I was (finally) awake. We eagerly arrived at the New York World distribution center, just as they opened the gates. I was a few places back in line.
"Morning Stumbles," the Delancey brothers said in unison. Their faces lit up at the sight of me. I honestly do not understand how anyone could dislike them. Never had they insulted someone by choice, Stupid Snyder, making them be awful to others. I hate that man, and by hate I mean I wish he would jump off the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Morning!" I replied, "Can I have 30 papers please?"
"Yep," Morris stated as I handed over my money. "Bye Stumbles!"
"Bye!" I sat down next to the center, skimming the paper for any sight of good writing. Well, none found, like usual. Cat missing, Small blind child helped by dog, normal boring stuff. Thank God people actually buy the stuff we yell. If they didn't, I'd be in an alley, starving, yet again.
"So Stumbles," Racetrack questioned, "How's the headline?"
"Lousy, but ain't it always?"
"Stumbles!" Mush interrupted,"Want ta sell with me today instead of shorty here?"
"I'm fine, thank you." I quite poliely answered. Race had been my selling partner for two years, so why would I need anyone else? Plus, Mush was a ladies man, and I am certainly a girl, not a very ladylike one, but still female.
"So ready to start selling?"
"Absolutely."