Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies, Disney does. However, I do own any
of the original characters that you see. This is the only disclaimer that
I am posting, so please do not sue me. One I already stated I do not own
the Newsies, but my parents said I do not own anything so by suing me you
will not gain anything, kind of pointless when you think about so. All
right enough with the blabbing, here we go.
Author's Note:
Ok this is the sequel to "Liar" my other fanfic, however it is a story in its own, but the other story is just background information. This story is mostly based on Race and another character. However, for those who enjoyed my other story, don't worry you will still see Mr. And Mrs. Brown, Dylan, Klover, and Jenny.
"Carry the banner." Yelled Kloppman. The Newsboys slowly rolled out of their beds, groaning. "Lets go, Cowboy, Race. Carry the banner." Jack rolled out of bed.
"Come on Race." He said half asleep.
"Be dere in a minute." Race said rolling over.
This was a normal typical morning in the Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House. The boys woke up early, washed up, and headed out the doors onto the streets of New York.
"Hurry up boys." Kloppman yelled from down stairs. The boys all began to pile down the stairs when a few of them noticed a small lump still in bed. Jack, Blink, Dutchy, Snoddy, and Skittery all circled the bed with the lump.
"What ya say we do wit it?" Asked Snoddy.
"I say we pour wata on 'is 'ead." Said Blink, longing to get back at him for all his wise cracks and for all those times Race got him oversleeping.
"Sorry boys, I would love ta git Race to, but we gotta go." Said Jack.
"Come on Jack we'll be quick about it." Dutchy pleaded. Jack thought about it for a moment before he nodded. The boys all moved quickly to fill small cups full of cold water.
"1, 2, 3." Said Skittery counting off. They all simultaneously dropped the water onto the lump. Race jumped and toppled out of bed.
"'ey what de 'ell are ya guys doin'?" He shouted.
"Yer late Race it is time ta go." Jack said helping the young Italian boy up.
"Late?" He looked around the room and noticed everyone was gone. "Damn." He rushed quickly into the washroom.
"See ya at de distribution center." Said Jack as the five boy headed down the stairs. Race moved around the room quickly, leaving messes wherever he was. He knew he was going to get in trouble, but he had planned on going to Sheepshed and waking up late was not helping.
He was about to run out the door when he remembered his wet bed. He pulled off his blankets and sheets and laid then over the railing on the fire escape. His mattress and pillow did not get to wet and he was thankful. He figured it would be easier to climb down the escape then climb back threw the window and down the stairs.
He slid down the last ladder and ran down the ally. He was turning the corner when he found himself sitting on the cobblestone street. He looked up into my eyes.
I was running down the streets as quickly as I could, my long skirt tripping me up a little. Money jingled in pocket as I ran. I pulled my hat down tighter onto my head to keep it from flying off. I was running in between people and around children playing. To my surprise another figure came rushing out of the ally and I slammed into him, hard.
My hands hit the cobblestone street. I winced a little and a single tear trickled down my right check. I used the back of my sleeves to wipe it away. My short, between my shoulder and chin, curly red hair fell into my face as my hat fell off and landed next to the boy I had ran into.
We both looked up and his warm brown eyes bore into my gray ones. The boy quickly jumped up and extended his hand to me. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me up. I stood about an inch shorter than he did. "Sorry about runnin' in ta ya." I said, with a thick Irish accent, taking a step closer to him.
"No problem, 'ere I dink dis is youse." He handed me my hat. I took it with my left hand, while my right reached into his pocket. My hand clasped around a dollar. I gently pulled my hand back out and placed the dollar in one of my pockets. "By the way de names Racetrack, Racetrack Higgins." He extended his hand out to me.
"Well it is a pleasa Mr. Higgins, but I am late and must be off." I placed my hat back on my head, shook his hand, and gave him a smile. "Bye." I quickly took off down the street. I could feel his eyes watching me as I ran.
Race watched me run down and then realizing he was now really late he bolted in the opposite direction towards the distribution center. Most of the newsboys were already off selling papers by the time he arrived. The only ones who were left were Boots and Snipeshooter. "Race dere you are." Said Boots.
"'ey, 'ow's de headlines?" Race asked. He dropped a quarter on the window and Oscar handed him his fifty papers.
"Ok." Boots answered.
"So what ya two still doin' 'ere?"
"Jack axed us ta wait and see 'ow yer showa was." Snipeshooter said.
"When ya see 'im tell em I said it was great." Race answered sarcastically. "Well gotta go to Sheepshed so I'll see ya two around." The two young boys watched as Race hurried off. He was not sure whether he had missed his ride or not, but he was going no matter what. Yet he found that as he walked his mind wondered back to that girl he had run into. He had forgotten to ask her name.
Author's Note:
Ok this is the sequel to "Liar" my other fanfic, however it is a story in its own, but the other story is just background information. This story is mostly based on Race and another character. However, for those who enjoyed my other story, don't worry you will still see Mr. And Mrs. Brown, Dylan, Klover, and Jenny.
"Carry the banner." Yelled Kloppman. The Newsboys slowly rolled out of their beds, groaning. "Lets go, Cowboy, Race. Carry the banner." Jack rolled out of bed.
"Come on Race." He said half asleep.
"Be dere in a minute." Race said rolling over.
This was a normal typical morning in the Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House. The boys woke up early, washed up, and headed out the doors onto the streets of New York.
"Hurry up boys." Kloppman yelled from down stairs. The boys all began to pile down the stairs when a few of them noticed a small lump still in bed. Jack, Blink, Dutchy, Snoddy, and Skittery all circled the bed with the lump.
"What ya say we do wit it?" Asked Snoddy.
"I say we pour wata on 'is 'ead." Said Blink, longing to get back at him for all his wise cracks and for all those times Race got him oversleeping.
"Sorry boys, I would love ta git Race to, but we gotta go." Said Jack.
"Come on Jack we'll be quick about it." Dutchy pleaded. Jack thought about it for a moment before he nodded. The boys all moved quickly to fill small cups full of cold water.
"1, 2, 3." Said Skittery counting off. They all simultaneously dropped the water onto the lump. Race jumped and toppled out of bed.
"'ey what de 'ell are ya guys doin'?" He shouted.
"Yer late Race it is time ta go." Jack said helping the young Italian boy up.
"Late?" He looked around the room and noticed everyone was gone. "Damn." He rushed quickly into the washroom.
"See ya at de distribution center." Said Jack as the five boy headed down the stairs. Race moved around the room quickly, leaving messes wherever he was. He knew he was going to get in trouble, but he had planned on going to Sheepshed and waking up late was not helping.
He was about to run out the door when he remembered his wet bed. He pulled off his blankets and sheets and laid then over the railing on the fire escape. His mattress and pillow did not get to wet and he was thankful. He figured it would be easier to climb down the escape then climb back threw the window and down the stairs.
He slid down the last ladder and ran down the ally. He was turning the corner when he found himself sitting on the cobblestone street. He looked up into my eyes.
I was running down the streets as quickly as I could, my long skirt tripping me up a little. Money jingled in pocket as I ran. I pulled my hat down tighter onto my head to keep it from flying off. I was running in between people and around children playing. To my surprise another figure came rushing out of the ally and I slammed into him, hard.
My hands hit the cobblestone street. I winced a little and a single tear trickled down my right check. I used the back of my sleeves to wipe it away. My short, between my shoulder and chin, curly red hair fell into my face as my hat fell off and landed next to the boy I had ran into.
We both looked up and his warm brown eyes bore into my gray ones. The boy quickly jumped up and extended his hand to me. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me up. I stood about an inch shorter than he did. "Sorry about runnin' in ta ya." I said, with a thick Irish accent, taking a step closer to him.
"No problem, 'ere I dink dis is youse." He handed me my hat. I took it with my left hand, while my right reached into his pocket. My hand clasped around a dollar. I gently pulled my hand back out and placed the dollar in one of my pockets. "By the way de names Racetrack, Racetrack Higgins." He extended his hand out to me.
"Well it is a pleasa Mr. Higgins, but I am late and must be off." I placed my hat back on my head, shook his hand, and gave him a smile. "Bye." I quickly took off down the street. I could feel his eyes watching me as I ran.
Race watched me run down and then realizing he was now really late he bolted in the opposite direction towards the distribution center. Most of the newsboys were already off selling papers by the time he arrived. The only ones who were left were Boots and Snipeshooter. "Race dere you are." Said Boots.
"'ey, 'ow's de headlines?" Race asked. He dropped a quarter on the window and Oscar handed him his fifty papers.
"Ok." Boots answered.
"So what ya two still doin' 'ere?"
"Jack axed us ta wait and see 'ow yer showa was." Snipeshooter said.
"When ya see 'im tell em I said it was great." Race answered sarcastically. "Well gotta go to Sheepshed so I'll see ya two around." The two young boys watched as Race hurried off. He was not sure whether he had missed his ride or not, but he was going no matter what. Yet he found that as he walked his mind wondered back to that girl he had run into. He had forgotten to ask her name.