Chapter 1
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JUST BEFORE I START: The first chapter is just about the newsies I made up in Brooklyn: Loops, Skip, Cinch, and Ryder. Sparkles is my newsies sister, and she owns herself. *Grins* Oh, and I just added her to the story. So those of you who already posted reviews, I'm sooo sorry! But I couldn't leave my own sister out! *Wink* Anyways, after this chapter it is more of our guys. Enjoy and please r & r!
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Voodoo Boohoo
By Katie Louden
Started 4/29/02
Loops and Skip had been together for quite a while. They had met in Brooklyn. Loops' brother, Spot, had just become the leader of the Brooklyn newsies when Loops came. She had run away when she was younger, searching everywhere for her younger sister, Sparkles. Sparkles had been put in a foster home after the children's parents died when they were young. Sparkles had run from the parents and searched for her brother and sister. When Loops came back to tell her brother she had no luck finding their sister, she was surprised to find that Sparkles was there. Now the family had been reunited for a good 5-8 years. Sparkles at 16, Spot at 17, and Loops at 18.
"I dunno," Skip said, "she's been actin' weird lately, sick-like." Skip had short, jet black hair that he liked to slick back. His eyes were a light green and so full of energy and spunk. He usually wore the same thing, like most newsies; he wore a brown shirt and brown, baggy pair of pants. He preferred baggy, thinking that tight pants would be out of style soon. He was always very shy and hard at talking to people, but he was always very close with Loops, even though she was 18 and he was 20.
Spot shrugged in reply. "Loops is always actin' weird. You know dat."
"She's been…"
"Sh! 'Ere she comes!" Spot nudged his friend.
Loops walked up to Skip and Spot. She was a taller girl with shoulder- length, brown hair that she liked to pull up, leaving strands coming out everywhere. She was found wearing Skip's clothes most of the time, for a few reasons. She had hazel eyes that were pasted above her almost-always smiling lips. Her temper could get out of hand sometimes, but when she felt like soaking someone she's hold it back and crack her knuckles till they turned red, or pick at things around her. She was holding her stomach lightly, trying not to show that she was in a bit of pain.
Skip inquired, "Ya OK hon?"
Loops scrunched her face up. "Sure." She put her arms around Skip and kissed him. She looked into his eyes and grinned.
Spot shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Dis is no fun."
Skip chuckled and kissed Loops' eyelids. "You been lookin' kinda pale lately," he stated. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead. "Ya feel…"
"I get a forehead feelin' fa a kiss. Dat ain't da best deal." Loops pulled away from Skip.
"I'm just worried." Skip put his head down. He was very sensitive, and was always strict with himself when trying to please Loops.
Loops kissed his cheek. "I know," she replied.
Spot let out a deep sigh. "Ready ta head ova' ta Manhattan?" he queried.
"Gotta get da otha's first." Skip put his arm around Loops and the trio headed to The Brooklyn Newsies Lodging House to pick up some of their friends.
Every Friday afternoon, after selling the morning paper, a few Brooklyn newsies would go to Manhattan, check out Medda at Irving Hall, and play a couple card games to finish off the night.
"Cinch!" Loops bellowed as the three walked into the lodging house.
A plump, blonde-haired girl danced down the stairs. She was wearing a light, gray dress and had her hair coming down in giant curls. She fluttered her eyelashes, shading her green eyes, as she stopped right in front of Spot. "Ay Cupcake," she said, smiling solely for Spot. She shifted her eyes to Skip.
Skip pulled Loops in front of himself. "Ay Cinch," he whispered.
"It's been a while," Loops chuckled. She spit in her hand, holding it out to Cinch.
Cinch stared at it, disgusted. She stated, "I just washed me… MY hands." Cinch was trying to be more "lady-like", fixing herself when she spoke and trying to dress more appropriately, or what she thought was appropriate. She added, "Only boys do dat… err… t-t-that." It was hard for her to fix herself sometimes.
"Shut it," Spot grumbled. He grabbed the stair railing and screamed, "Time fa Manhattan!"
Silence.
"Guess it's just us," Cinch said, linking arms with Spot. "Let's go!"
Spot cocked an eyebrow and glared at Cinch. He pulled away from her. He tried again: "anybody comin' ta Manhattan?!"
No reply.
"Just you and me, and Skip and Loops."
"And Ryder! Can' faget me!" Ryder came from a near-by door.
Cinch sighed, "Great."
Ryder was the only guy Cinch couldn't stand. He was even flirtier than her, but he knew when, or if, he was going too far. He had long, curly, caramel brown hair and had the most amazing build of any newsie in New York. He was always buying the ladies with his charming smile and personality. He was known as a player, but that made the girls love him more.
Cinch tried for the guys on her own level and was just jealous of Ryder. And showed it. "When does Mr. Perfect ever have time for breaking a sweat to walk to Manhattan?"
Ryder grinned at Loops, then Skip, and finally Spot. "Who said I'd have ta break a sweat to walk to Manhattan? I'm sure you'd love ta carry me der Cinch."
Cinch's nostrils flared and she stormed out the door.
Spot patted Ryder's back. "Tanks fa dat. We betta' catch up ta her dough. She neva' knows where she's goin'." Spot thought for a moment and remembered Sparkles. He raced up the stairs and found his little sister asleep. He nudged her, remembering she wanted to go to Manhattan to see her boyfriend, Kid Blink. "We's goin'," he whispered.
She leaped up. Sparkles had shoulder-length, sandy, blonde hair that had a light coat of lighter blonde streaks in it. She was skinny and small, like a little sister should be. She normally wore a white shirt that she tied up to her elbows, along with black pants that have suspenders attached to them. She wore a cowboy hat, imitating the famous strike leader in Manhattan, Jack Kelly. "You'se wouldn't have left witout me!" she bellowed, smiling.
So the 5 newsies left the lodging house, picked up Cinch, and headed off to Manhattan.
Read on!
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JUST BEFORE I START: The first chapter is just about the newsies I made up in Brooklyn: Loops, Skip, Cinch, and Ryder. Sparkles is my newsies sister, and she owns herself. *Grins* Oh, and I just added her to the story. So those of you who already posted reviews, I'm sooo sorry! But I couldn't leave my own sister out! *Wink* Anyways, after this chapter it is more of our guys. Enjoy and please r & r!
*~*~*~*~*
Voodoo Boohoo
By Katie Louden
Started 4/29/02
Loops and Skip had been together for quite a while. They had met in Brooklyn. Loops' brother, Spot, had just become the leader of the Brooklyn newsies when Loops came. She had run away when she was younger, searching everywhere for her younger sister, Sparkles. Sparkles had been put in a foster home after the children's parents died when they were young. Sparkles had run from the parents and searched for her brother and sister. When Loops came back to tell her brother she had no luck finding their sister, she was surprised to find that Sparkles was there. Now the family had been reunited for a good 5-8 years. Sparkles at 16, Spot at 17, and Loops at 18.
"I dunno," Skip said, "she's been actin' weird lately, sick-like." Skip had short, jet black hair that he liked to slick back. His eyes were a light green and so full of energy and spunk. He usually wore the same thing, like most newsies; he wore a brown shirt and brown, baggy pair of pants. He preferred baggy, thinking that tight pants would be out of style soon. He was always very shy and hard at talking to people, but he was always very close with Loops, even though she was 18 and he was 20.
Spot shrugged in reply. "Loops is always actin' weird. You know dat."
"She's been…"
"Sh! 'Ere she comes!" Spot nudged his friend.
Loops walked up to Skip and Spot. She was a taller girl with shoulder- length, brown hair that she liked to pull up, leaving strands coming out everywhere. She was found wearing Skip's clothes most of the time, for a few reasons. She had hazel eyes that were pasted above her almost-always smiling lips. Her temper could get out of hand sometimes, but when she felt like soaking someone she's hold it back and crack her knuckles till they turned red, or pick at things around her. She was holding her stomach lightly, trying not to show that she was in a bit of pain.
Skip inquired, "Ya OK hon?"
Loops scrunched her face up. "Sure." She put her arms around Skip and kissed him. She looked into his eyes and grinned.
Spot shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Dis is no fun."
Skip chuckled and kissed Loops' eyelids. "You been lookin' kinda pale lately," he stated. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead. "Ya feel…"
"I get a forehead feelin' fa a kiss. Dat ain't da best deal." Loops pulled away from Skip.
"I'm just worried." Skip put his head down. He was very sensitive, and was always strict with himself when trying to please Loops.
Loops kissed his cheek. "I know," she replied.
Spot let out a deep sigh. "Ready ta head ova' ta Manhattan?" he queried.
"Gotta get da otha's first." Skip put his arm around Loops and the trio headed to The Brooklyn Newsies Lodging House to pick up some of their friends.
Every Friday afternoon, after selling the morning paper, a few Brooklyn newsies would go to Manhattan, check out Medda at Irving Hall, and play a couple card games to finish off the night.
"Cinch!" Loops bellowed as the three walked into the lodging house.
A plump, blonde-haired girl danced down the stairs. She was wearing a light, gray dress and had her hair coming down in giant curls. She fluttered her eyelashes, shading her green eyes, as she stopped right in front of Spot. "Ay Cupcake," she said, smiling solely for Spot. She shifted her eyes to Skip.
Skip pulled Loops in front of himself. "Ay Cinch," he whispered.
"It's been a while," Loops chuckled. She spit in her hand, holding it out to Cinch.
Cinch stared at it, disgusted. She stated, "I just washed me… MY hands." Cinch was trying to be more "lady-like", fixing herself when she spoke and trying to dress more appropriately, or what she thought was appropriate. She added, "Only boys do dat… err… t-t-that." It was hard for her to fix herself sometimes.
"Shut it," Spot grumbled. He grabbed the stair railing and screamed, "Time fa Manhattan!"
Silence.
"Guess it's just us," Cinch said, linking arms with Spot. "Let's go!"
Spot cocked an eyebrow and glared at Cinch. He pulled away from her. He tried again: "anybody comin' ta Manhattan?!"
No reply.
"Just you and me, and Skip and Loops."
"And Ryder! Can' faget me!" Ryder came from a near-by door.
Cinch sighed, "Great."
Ryder was the only guy Cinch couldn't stand. He was even flirtier than her, but he knew when, or if, he was going too far. He had long, curly, caramel brown hair and had the most amazing build of any newsie in New York. He was always buying the ladies with his charming smile and personality. He was known as a player, but that made the girls love him more.
Cinch tried for the guys on her own level and was just jealous of Ryder. And showed it. "When does Mr. Perfect ever have time for breaking a sweat to walk to Manhattan?"
Ryder grinned at Loops, then Skip, and finally Spot. "Who said I'd have ta break a sweat to walk to Manhattan? I'm sure you'd love ta carry me der Cinch."
Cinch's nostrils flared and she stormed out the door.
Spot patted Ryder's back. "Tanks fa dat. We betta' catch up ta her dough. She neva' knows where she's goin'." Spot thought for a moment and remembered Sparkles. He raced up the stairs and found his little sister asleep. He nudged her, remembering she wanted to go to Manhattan to see her boyfriend, Kid Blink. "We's goin'," he whispered.
She leaped up. Sparkles had shoulder-length, sandy, blonde hair that had a light coat of lighter blonde streaks in it. She was skinny and small, like a little sister should be. She normally wore a white shirt that she tied up to her elbows, along with black pants that have suspenders attached to them. She wore a cowboy hat, imitating the famous strike leader in Manhattan, Jack Kelly. "You'se wouldn't have left witout me!" she bellowed, smiling.
So the 5 newsies left the lodging house, picked up Cinch, and headed off to Manhattan.
Read on!