::author's note~ *sigh* my first Newsies fan fic... I'm so... PROUD! *jumps up and down* Nothing much to say about it, except that it IS my first, so please r&r... it REALLY means a bunches of bunches to moi!!!! *sends kisses 2 peeps*::
Road Trip
CHAPTER 1- Tornado
"So," I said, gesturing towards the wide open space that was in front of me, "dis is Santa Fe? Wheah Jack was always talkin' about?" "Yup," Kay and Lindsay said. "Wondah why. It ain't any different that Texas. Or wus dere no such thing back den?" "Dunno." "Maybe we should talk ta someone dat wus in Newsies."
Lost yet? Alright, foist things foist. Let me intaduce meself. Da names Courtney, but youse can call me Cowgoil. Ise got brown hair that half way down my back, with blonde 'ighlights, and probably the deepest brown eyes you have ever saw. The fiery red head standin' next ta me is Kay. Just ta let you know, her mind's mind has a mind of it's own. She's de oldest in da group, not ta mention the loudest. Last but not least, not to my knowin' dat is, is Lindsay. She's got black 'air and a crazy imagination. All three of us are from Delaware, and are de best of friends. Wonderin' what we're doin' out in Santa Fe, New Mexico? Well, we're on a major road trip. We plan ta hit all 48 states (excludin' Hawaii and Alaska) befoa wese go to college next yea'.
We've met a lot of nice peoples so far, and also a lot of peoples who wanted to kill us. "Hey, Lindsay! I think you might actually fulfill your goal of being wanted in 25 states. Your just bringing me and Kay along wit'cha!" I said rememberin' the many times in 8th grade she made the story about killing her relative and fleeing to Delaware. "Whatevah. Heys, are wese gonna go, or what??" "Ok! Don' rush me, I'm cruisin' da moichandise, Mr. Weasel." "Why I oughta..." "GUYZ!! C'mon! How many times are you two gonna do this?" "'bout a hundred times more, right Lindz?" "Y—" She was cut off by the sound of wind, and a siren. "Tornado! Lindsay! Kay! Get in the car! We gotta get outta here!!"
After scrambling to my red convertible, and taking a couple of shots of us and the tornado, we sped out of there. Then out of nowhere, it started pouring on us. "GOD, Courtney! Can't ya put the top back up or something? My cds are getting SOAKED!" "Yea, alright. But dis is a life or death situation! NO one cares 'bout your cds, Lindz." "Yea, guys, it doesn't matter any way. The tornado's right behind us." "Nice knowin' you two," I said, then switching on our favorite soundtrack, I added, "how 'bout some music for our death?"
That was the last thing any of us remembered. Well, yea, of course we lived, but this part's very freaky. You remember the word 'Newsie' and the name 'Jack', right? Well, this is where these two come in.
::end note:: so, what did ya think? Good, bad?? (hopefully GOOD...) Isn't that a nice little cliffhanger? *grins* I thought so..
Road Trip
CHAPTER 1- Tornado
"So," I said, gesturing towards the wide open space that was in front of me, "dis is Santa Fe? Wheah Jack was always talkin' about?" "Yup," Kay and Lindsay said. "Wondah why. It ain't any different that Texas. Or wus dere no such thing back den?" "Dunno." "Maybe we should talk ta someone dat wus in Newsies."
Lost yet? Alright, foist things foist. Let me intaduce meself. Da names Courtney, but youse can call me Cowgoil. Ise got brown hair that half way down my back, with blonde 'ighlights, and probably the deepest brown eyes you have ever saw. The fiery red head standin' next ta me is Kay. Just ta let you know, her mind's mind has a mind of it's own. She's de oldest in da group, not ta mention the loudest. Last but not least, not to my knowin' dat is, is Lindsay. She's got black 'air and a crazy imagination. All three of us are from Delaware, and are de best of friends. Wonderin' what we're doin' out in Santa Fe, New Mexico? Well, we're on a major road trip. We plan ta hit all 48 states (excludin' Hawaii and Alaska) befoa wese go to college next yea'.
We've met a lot of nice peoples so far, and also a lot of peoples who wanted to kill us. "Hey, Lindsay! I think you might actually fulfill your goal of being wanted in 25 states. Your just bringing me and Kay along wit'cha!" I said rememberin' the many times in 8th grade she made the story about killing her relative and fleeing to Delaware. "Whatevah. Heys, are wese gonna go, or what??" "Ok! Don' rush me, I'm cruisin' da moichandise, Mr. Weasel." "Why I oughta..." "GUYZ!! C'mon! How many times are you two gonna do this?" "'bout a hundred times more, right Lindz?" "Y—" She was cut off by the sound of wind, and a siren. "Tornado! Lindsay! Kay! Get in the car! We gotta get outta here!!"
After scrambling to my red convertible, and taking a couple of shots of us and the tornado, we sped out of there. Then out of nowhere, it started pouring on us. "GOD, Courtney! Can't ya put the top back up or something? My cds are getting SOAKED!" "Yea, alright. But dis is a life or death situation! NO one cares 'bout your cds, Lindz." "Yea, guys, it doesn't matter any way. The tornado's right behind us." "Nice knowin' you two," I said, then switching on our favorite soundtrack, I added, "how 'bout some music for our death?"
That was the last thing any of us remembered. Well, yea, of course we lived, but this part's very freaky. You remember the word 'Newsie' and the name 'Jack', right? Well, this is where these two come in.
::end note:: so, what did ya think? Good, bad?? (hopefully GOOD...) Isn't that a nice little cliffhanger? *grins* I thought so..