Disclaimer: We do not own the Newsies (do you really think we'd be writting this if we did?). We do, however own Maggie and Gwen and their family memebers (except Mush).
The wind felt crisp with the coolness of autum. The wind brushed through my mahogony hair as if it transformed to silk. The breeze carried a whiff of the Brooklyn waters. I knew I must be close to the docks. Then the silence was broken by three cat-calls. I spun around to find only two boys. On my other side were three more. The grins on their faces mad a chill run through my body.
"Wh-who are you all?" I asked, panic rising in my chest.
"Don't matta who wes are, but who are you?" A dark skinned boy on my left spoke, his grin grown to the size on a watermelon.
"Hey, hey, Chris, look!" She's wearin' pants!" A pasty blonde on my right pointed out, near at the point of jumping up and down. The red head named Chris was very interested.
"Must be a toughie...give us money or food and we'll leave ya alone, sweetheart"
"I have neither so, leave!" I barked, gathering enough courage to rebell.
"Fine then..." Chris threw a fist. I leaned forward only to be caught by another. I turned my torso to the left, one of my fists at my hip, the other heading for a face. I bruised my fist more than their shoulder. Then came the flying kicks. Both of them tore skin off my cheek. Then two fists caught my stomache, squeezing the air out of me. The dark skinned one clenched both his fists, striking my back, shoving me forward and into the ground. A whirl of wind buzzed, a bam of rock to someone's skin. A cool voice reached my ears.
"Ain't yous motha eva thought ya to never hit a goil?" A boy's voice accused.
"It's the Brooklyn leader! Cheese it, cheese it, he has wepons!" The blonde one shouted. They ran, apperantly frightend. "Phff, idiots." He jumped down from a roof. "You alright?" He asked, bending forward slightly.
"I'm fine! I didn't need yous help! Rotten joik." I stood up breathing slowly.
"Well, from what I saw you'dve been a vegtable in two minutes." He was probably trying to hide a smile.
"Not true, you idiot! I was about to make an escape. You didn't need to do anything. Now cheese it, you freak!" I shouted looking at the boy. He was at least four inches taller than me with brown hair.
"Sorry for tryin' to help ya, witch!" He shouted back. There was a long pause.
"What is ya name?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah. Like I'm really gonna tell a stanger that!" He chuckled. "Well, you seemed stupid enough to poke yous nose where it don't belong!" I screamed.
"At least I wasn't stupid enough to be nearly beaten to death, let alone taking this alley"
"It was a shortcut to get to the docks!" The silence was so long that time seemed to stop.
"You don't need my help? Fine, but you're bleeding so, ya might wanna take care of that. Also, you'd be better off with the roofs." In two swift jumps he was on his way, but he turned to say goodbye.
"How do I get up there?" I asked, trying to calm down.
"Ask a boid. I'm sure they'd be happy to give ya a lift. Later, Shorty," he waved and ran off.
"Shorty? You're barely taller than me!" I continued yelling untill I ran out of breath, which took a long time. I found boxes and used them to jump to the roofs. It was nicer up there. The pale blue sky seemed larger and higher. The wind was stronger and I could see the docks. Excitment exploded energy, forcing me to run off with full speed. I reached the docks, welcomed by many stares. I pulled a scrap of paper Jack had given me out. On it was written: SPOT CONLON and directions to get to where I was. " 'Scuse me. I'm looking for Spot Conlon. Do ya know where he is?" I asked a yong boy.
"Oh, he's having a...'chat' with one of his allies, ova there"
"Thank you." I walk up and tapped the supposed Spot.
"What do you want? I'm busy!" Obviousely he was irritated with me already. My jaw dropped. It was the boy from earlier!
"You're Spot Conlon?" I was shocked.
"Oh, no. Listen, Shorty, I'm busy so, either make it quick or beat it." He turned back to a bronze skinned sixteen year old. "No, that's okay. Instead I'll interupt this conversation. Look, I want ya to teach me how to fight"
Spot spun around, disbelief written across his face in big, bold, capital letters.
"Yous what!" His eyes grew as big as the moon. "You-teach-me-how-to-fight," I repeated slowly.
"I can't teach a lady to fight! It would be indecent of me"
"I'm dressed as a boy! How more indecent can it get?" He looked like a fish, opening and closing his mouth.
"Still, I won't do it," he continued his previouse talk.
"Fine. Then i guess someone else to give 5 dollars to"
"I'm listening..." and he really was.
"Okay, I'll give you the money and all you need to do is teach hand-to-hand combat and weapons. For four hours a day for at least two months." "Two months!" He sighed, "How do i know you won't slack off"
"If I don't do my 'homework', ya'll just have to punish me, but it won't happen." I smiled.
"Fine, but...what is your name"
"Gwen-Gwen Margret Sparrow."
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