Gambling with Love.
Part 1
"C'mon, get up, get up. Those papes ain't gonna sell themselves ya know!" cried a familiar voice. Donata Russo yawned and buried her face deeper into the thin pillow. *It can't be morning already!* she thought. *I'se just getting ta sleep. Why, da sun ain't even up yet!* The Italian girl rolled over to face her best friend Bridget O'Conner looking her in the face.
"Mornin Dice!" She called, her blonde hair bouncing. Her blue eyes sparkled with joy. The Irish girl never seemed to stop grinning. Perhaps that was how she got her newsie name. Dice had gotten hers by her constant gambling.
"Beat it Smiles, I'se to tired ta listen ta youse today." Grumbled Dice tiredly.
"Yeah, well Connie says ta get up." Dice rolled her eyes. No one, not even Jack Kelly, bothered to mess with Connie. The leader of the Sheepshead Bay newsies was tough as nails. Dice rolled over and fell out of her bed.
*Good thing ise got a bottom bunk.* she thought. Dice walked into the washroom the 20 girls shared and looked in the mirror. Her black hair hung loosely around her face and her green eyes glowed. She really wasn't bad looking, just shy. She combed her hair, placed her cabbie hat on her head, and followed the others out to sell newspapers.
Three hours later, Dice yelled random headlines to try and sell her last 30 papes.
"Winter homes on Fire! Citizens lend in killing spree!" The real headlines spoke of higher heating bills and lending charges. She finished and decided to go to the horse races. When she got there, a young boy was betting on a horse named "Cat's Meow."
"C'mon," she called, "Dat horse's bound ta loose. It's Grassfire ya gotta bet on."
The Italian boy glared at her.
"Shaddup. Any way, who said I need help from a goil?" She glared at him.
"All right, I'll prove it to ya." She turned to the betting booth. "Three bits on Grassfire, ta win." He smirked.
"Youse ready ta loose goil?"
"Are you?"
The race started, each newsie cheering for their horse.
"C'mon Grassfire!"
"Youse can do it Cat's Meow!" The announcer called out the name of the winning horse.
"Blaster!"
"What!?" they both yelled at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed. When they finally stopped, they looked at each other.
"Ise Dice Russo, from Sheepshead." She said.
"And ise Racetrack Higgins, from Manhattan." They spent the after noon together and split apart as evening neared. Dice realized she thought about race all the time. She suddenly couldn't wait to go to sell tomorrow.
END
*Disclaimer. Disney owns the movie Newsie, Jack Kelly and Racetrack
Higgins. Connie, Smiles, and Dice are mine. Please tell me what you
think.
Part 1
"C'mon, get up, get up. Those papes ain't gonna sell themselves ya know!" cried a familiar voice. Donata Russo yawned and buried her face deeper into the thin pillow. *It can't be morning already!* she thought. *I'se just getting ta sleep. Why, da sun ain't even up yet!* The Italian girl rolled over to face her best friend Bridget O'Conner looking her in the face.
"Mornin Dice!" She called, her blonde hair bouncing. Her blue eyes sparkled with joy. The Irish girl never seemed to stop grinning. Perhaps that was how she got her newsie name. Dice had gotten hers by her constant gambling.
"Beat it Smiles, I'se to tired ta listen ta youse today." Grumbled Dice tiredly.
"Yeah, well Connie says ta get up." Dice rolled her eyes. No one, not even Jack Kelly, bothered to mess with Connie. The leader of the Sheepshead Bay newsies was tough as nails. Dice rolled over and fell out of her bed.
*Good thing ise got a bottom bunk.* she thought. Dice walked into the washroom the 20 girls shared and looked in the mirror. Her black hair hung loosely around her face and her green eyes glowed. She really wasn't bad looking, just shy. She combed her hair, placed her cabbie hat on her head, and followed the others out to sell newspapers.
Three hours later, Dice yelled random headlines to try and sell her last 30 papes.
"Winter homes on Fire! Citizens lend in killing spree!" The real headlines spoke of higher heating bills and lending charges. She finished and decided to go to the horse races. When she got there, a young boy was betting on a horse named "Cat's Meow."
"C'mon," she called, "Dat horse's bound ta loose. It's Grassfire ya gotta bet on."
The Italian boy glared at her.
"Shaddup. Any way, who said I need help from a goil?" She glared at him.
"All right, I'll prove it to ya." She turned to the betting booth. "Three bits on Grassfire, ta win." He smirked.
"Youse ready ta loose goil?"
"Are you?"
The race started, each newsie cheering for their horse.
"C'mon Grassfire!"
"Youse can do it Cat's Meow!" The announcer called out the name of the winning horse.
"Blaster!"
"What!?" they both yelled at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed. When they finally stopped, they looked at each other.
"Ise Dice Russo, from Sheepshead." She said.
"And ise Racetrack Higgins, from Manhattan." They spent the after noon together and split apart as evening neared. Dice realized she thought about race all the time. She suddenly couldn't wait to go to sell tomorrow.
END
*Disclaimer. Disney owns the movie Newsie, Jack Kelly and Racetrack
Higgins. Connie, Smiles, and Dice are mine. Please tell me what you
think.
