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Three Deadly Words:
It was late afternoon at the Manhattan bunkhouse and Snitch walked in wearily along with other newsies, the ones who had sold the last of their papes a little later than the others.
He ignored the others as he trudged up the stairs and dragged himself up onto his bed- where he found Itey, already sleeping.
"Get up." Snitch growled impatiently, nudging the Italian boy.
Itey just mumbled an incoherent phrase and rolled over, burying his face into the small pillow.
"Get up." Snitch repeated, this time more of a whine than a growl.
Itey shook his head. Snitch frowned, and shoved the other newsies. Itey caught himself before crashing to the floor and he hung from the top bunk, his feet dangling in empty space.
"What da 'ell?!" he exclaimed, shooting death glares at Snitch.
"I'se tired." Snitch shrugged, and he snuggled down into the bed, making himself comfortable.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello, kids!" Jack Kelly exclaimed, strutting into the bunkroom with David and Les Jacobs following him closely. "Anybody up fer Libby's?"
There were shouts ot: "Libby's?! Yeah!" "I'se dead broke, you fool!" and "Shuddup, I'se sleepin'!"
Jack shrugged. "Well, Denton's payin', so we'se don' hafta, I don' care if yer sleepin', Snitch, you'se can wake up and den we'll go."
"No, boys, you can't go." Kloppman trudged up the stairs and though the door. "I'm leaving, family business, and I need you all to look after the Lodging House-"
Snitch froze, lifting his head slowly from the pillow, his eyes begging Kloppman not to say what he was dreading. Anything but those three words.
Kloppman didn't see Snitch's horror, and continued as time seemed to freeze for several newsies. "Jack's in charge." He finishes.
Snitch threw back his head,"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- Hahahaha. Jack's in charge. How am I gonna do this now? *throws fearful glances around the room.* I need to be creative..
Sntich is pretty much the character we're gonna see this through, unless I decide to change it every chapter. Tell me if I should. This is short 'cause I don't wanna do too much if I decide I don't like it (or if people tell me that it blows). Also, because I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna do with it.
Hehehe. Well, tell me if I should finish it, tell me ifi should change view points, tell me pretty much everything and PLEASE be nice.
I won't bother threatening people to review with Psycho Pie. He's no longer a weopon. He just sits in the corner looking pretty while I feed toss him Goldfish crackers to eat. Hehehehehe. I love Psycho Pie.
-Tabloid
Three Deadly Words:
It was late afternoon at the Manhattan bunkhouse and Snitch walked in wearily along with other newsies, the ones who had sold the last of their papes a little later than the others.
He ignored the others as he trudged up the stairs and dragged himself up onto his bed- where he found Itey, already sleeping.
"Get up." Snitch growled impatiently, nudging the Italian boy.
Itey just mumbled an incoherent phrase and rolled over, burying his face into the small pillow.
"Get up." Snitch repeated, this time more of a whine than a growl.
Itey shook his head. Snitch frowned, and shoved the other newsies. Itey caught himself before crashing to the floor and he hung from the top bunk, his feet dangling in empty space.
"What da 'ell?!" he exclaimed, shooting death glares at Snitch.
"I'se tired." Snitch shrugged, and he snuggled down into the bed, making himself comfortable.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello, kids!" Jack Kelly exclaimed, strutting into the bunkroom with David and Les Jacobs following him closely. "Anybody up fer Libby's?"
There were shouts ot: "Libby's?! Yeah!" "I'se dead broke, you fool!" and "Shuddup, I'se sleepin'!"
Jack shrugged. "Well, Denton's payin', so we'se don' hafta, I don' care if yer sleepin', Snitch, you'se can wake up and den we'll go."
"No, boys, you can't go." Kloppman trudged up the stairs and though the door. "I'm leaving, family business, and I need you all to look after the Lodging House-"
Snitch froze, lifting his head slowly from the pillow, his eyes begging Kloppman not to say what he was dreading. Anything but those three words.
Kloppman didn't see Snitch's horror, and continued as time seemed to freeze for several newsies. "Jack's in charge." He finishes.
Snitch threw back his head,"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- Hahahaha. Jack's in charge. How am I gonna do this now? *throws fearful glances around the room.* I need to be creative..
Sntich is pretty much the character we're gonna see this through, unless I decide to change it every chapter. Tell me if I should. This is short 'cause I don't wanna do too much if I decide I don't like it (or if people tell me that it blows). Also, because I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna do with it.
Hehehe. Well, tell me if I should finish it, tell me ifi should change view points, tell me pretty much everything and PLEASE be nice.
I won't bother threatening people to review with Psycho Pie. He's no longer a weopon. He just sits in the corner looking pretty while I feed toss him Goldfish crackers to eat. Hehehehehe. I love Psycho Pie.
-Tabloid