(Disclaimer: I own none of the newsies. The rest of the characters belong
to me though. I also tried to do the accents so if any of them are wrong or
something like that, then sorry. Also, in this story, I'm pretending the
strike didn't happen yet.)
1899
"Hurry up Racetrack!"
"I'm coming." Racetrack lazily got out of bed trying to ignore the throbbing in his head. Yesterday he actually won at the tracks but on his way home, someone hit him on the head with something and took all of his money. Racetrack made his way slowly to the bathroom only to be stopped by one of his friends.
"You feel ok?" asked Kid Blink.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Race responded.
"You sure? You don't look so good. Actually you never really looked good but this time you really look bad." Joked Kid.
"I don't care how I look. I'se gotta sell today. I need the money to make up from last night." Race argued as he began to get ready.
"How come Italian's always have such a bad temper?" Kid whispered to Mush.
After they finished getting ready, Race and Kid ran to the Distribution Office.
"Sorry we woke you up so late Race." Panted Kid. "But Jack told us to let you sleep in a bit. I guess the noise kinda woke you up."
"That's ok." Said Race.
Both boys ran through the gates and got into line.
"Next!" screamed Wiesal.
"50 papes for me and 70 for Kid." Said Race.
They both paid for their papes and walked out of the gates.
"Hey, what's going on?" said Mush. Race and Kid looked to see what the fuss. There was a bunch of wagons hooked together and moving slowly through the crowd.
"There's a circus coming here. They're planning to stay for a while to rest. That's what my mom heard." Spoke David who was trying to restrain his little brother Les from following the wagons.
Suddenly two kids jumped out of the door of the wagon. Both were wearing dirty brown pants, white shirts and the one in the front had a hat in his hand. All of a sudden, the second guy tackled the first guy. Both flew down on the ground. The first kid's hat fell off revealing hair down to the shoulders and streaked with gold.
"It's a goil," murmured Race.
"Get off of me Michael!" She screamed.
"Gimme back my hat Chrys!" (Pronounced Chris) yelled the boy, apparently named Michael.
Kid nudged Race and pointed at the wagons. Race looked up and noticed that the wagons stopped and a big man with red hair and a red mustache was walking towards the two kids rolling on the ground. Race noticed a kid about 10 years old running after him.
"Chrys and Michael!" the red haired man yelled. Immediately they both stopped moving and stood straight up. "I have told you both countless of times to be good and do you listen? No! Then you get mad when I lecture you for an hour and then punish you so this time I'm gonna skip the lecture. However, you will get a money punishment though. Hmmm. How about 10 dollars."
Both kids groaned and reluctantly handed over the money. Race stood there in awe. 'They must make a lot of money to give up 10 bucks.' He thought.
The big man began to walk to the front of the wagon.
The 10-year-old kid began to giggle.
"Hey Tenderfoot." Said the girl. "Don't you know that you should respect your elders? And since we're older than you, respect us or I can break both your legs. Okay sweetie?" she said patting the side of his face and climbing in the wagon.
Kid watched them began to take off when he turned to Race and noticed that he was pale and stopped breathing.
"Race?" said Kid, poking him in the side.
As the wagon pulled away slowly, Race slowly pulled out his pocket watch and read the engraving on the back. 'To Anthony. See ya at the races! Your best friend, Chrys. 1890.'
"Chrys?"
1899
"Hurry up Racetrack!"
"I'm coming." Racetrack lazily got out of bed trying to ignore the throbbing in his head. Yesterday he actually won at the tracks but on his way home, someone hit him on the head with something and took all of his money. Racetrack made his way slowly to the bathroom only to be stopped by one of his friends.
"You feel ok?" asked Kid Blink.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Race responded.
"You sure? You don't look so good. Actually you never really looked good but this time you really look bad." Joked Kid.
"I don't care how I look. I'se gotta sell today. I need the money to make up from last night." Race argued as he began to get ready.
"How come Italian's always have such a bad temper?" Kid whispered to Mush.
After they finished getting ready, Race and Kid ran to the Distribution Office.
"Sorry we woke you up so late Race." Panted Kid. "But Jack told us to let you sleep in a bit. I guess the noise kinda woke you up."
"That's ok." Said Race.
Both boys ran through the gates and got into line.
"Next!" screamed Wiesal.
"50 papes for me and 70 for Kid." Said Race.
They both paid for their papes and walked out of the gates.
"Hey, what's going on?" said Mush. Race and Kid looked to see what the fuss. There was a bunch of wagons hooked together and moving slowly through the crowd.
"There's a circus coming here. They're planning to stay for a while to rest. That's what my mom heard." Spoke David who was trying to restrain his little brother Les from following the wagons.
Suddenly two kids jumped out of the door of the wagon. Both were wearing dirty brown pants, white shirts and the one in the front had a hat in his hand. All of a sudden, the second guy tackled the first guy. Both flew down on the ground. The first kid's hat fell off revealing hair down to the shoulders and streaked with gold.
"It's a goil," murmured Race.
"Get off of me Michael!" She screamed.
"Gimme back my hat Chrys!" (Pronounced Chris) yelled the boy, apparently named Michael.
Kid nudged Race and pointed at the wagons. Race looked up and noticed that the wagons stopped and a big man with red hair and a red mustache was walking towards the two kids rolling on the ground. Race noticed a kid about 10 years old running after him.
"Chrys and Michael!" the red haired man yelled. Immediately they both stopped moving and stood straight up. "I have told you both countless of times to be good and do you listen? No! Then you get mad when I lecture you for an hour and then punish you so this time I'm gonna skip the lecture. However, you will get a money punishment though. Hmmm. How about 10 dollars."
Both kids groaned and reluctantly handed over the money. Race stood there in awe. 'They must make a lot of money to give up 10 bucks.' He thought.
The big man began to walk to the front of the wagon.
The 10-year-old kid began to giggle.
"Hey Tenderfoot." Said the girl. "Don't you know that you should respect your elders? And since we're older than you, respect us or I can break both your legs. Okay sweetie?" she said patting the side of his face and climbing in the wagon.
Kid watched them began to take off when he turned to Race and noticed that he was pale and stopped breathing.
"Race?" said Kid, poking him in the side.
As the wagon pulled away slowly, Race slowly pulled out his pocket watch and read the engraving on the back. 'To Anthony. See ya at the races! Your best friend, Chrys. 1890.'
"Chrys?"