Disclaimer: Although I do wish I owned any of the newsies, I don't, but I
do own the other characters in this story.
Shouts Outs:
Stress: Writing as quick as I can. Thanks for being such a faithful reviewer of the very few that I do get.
Fast: There's not to long before she sees her friends.keep reading! Thanks a bunch for reviewing.
DollFace: Hooked? Good! Keep on reading!
Chapter 9
This time around, Charlotte and Mock rode in style, with the old Snake leader, Slick. The ride was a short one, only a day and a half, but the trio laughed so much, if felt like so much more.
It was near noon when the train chugged its way into the Newburgh Train Station, the sun high in the sky, and the air cool. Spring was pushing up buds, and the leaves were returning to the trees. Charlotte stepped off and a chill ran down her spine. She pushed the feeling away and waited for Mock and Slick to get off the train.
Mock kept glancing around, never resting his eyes on one thing for more than a few moments. He was jumpy and irritable, complaining whenever anyone touched him.
"Whatsa matta wit youse?" Slick asked, getting angry.
Mock looked at Charlotte, who gave him the most sympathetic look she could muster, "Nuttin Slick,"
"So where's we gonna spend da night?" Charlotte demanded, also looking at Mock.
He glared at her and said, "I dunno, whys you askin me?"
"Fine, da streets it is!" Slick shouted.
The city (AN: I'm not sure if Newburgh was a city then, but I know now it is, so that's how it's going to be in this story.) was crowded, many people banging into each other. Of course, it also made an excellent opportunity to "borrow" money from other people, so Slick took up on that offer. By the end of their outing, he had collected about three dollars.
"Alright," he stated, " Where ken we sleep fer tree dollas?"
Mock sighed, " Da Black Cat down da road is a tavern and a place ta sleep, his rates are four bits a night."
Slick looked suspicious, " How'd ya know dat?"
"I stayed here once"
That seemed to answer Slick's question alright, so he didn't pester Mock anymore.
Mock gulped and whispered to Charlotte, " Jist hopes no un sees me dere."
She went to hug him, but crumpled in his arms.
"Mock! Mock! Whassa madda? Wat happened te her?" Slick screamed.
Mock face was expressionless, " Change of plans, wese goin ta Master Street."
"Wats dere?"
"Someone dat ken help"
Mock picked Charlotte up, and jogged to Masters St., followed closely by Slick. He stopped at a small brown house, surrounded by flowers, and looked up at the window.
"Who's house is dis?" Slick demanded.
Mock just stared ahead, "Mine."
Sorry that was so short and poorly written, but I'm in a hurry!
Review! Review!
Shouts Outs:
Stress: Writing as quick as I can. Thanks for being such a faithful reviewer of the very few that I do get.
Fast: There's not to long before she sees her friends.keep reading! Thanks a bunch for reviewing.
DollFace: Hooked? Good! Keep on reading!
Chapter 9
This time around, Charlotte and Mock rode in style, with the old Snake leader, Slick. The ride was a short one, only a day and a half, but the trio laughed so much, if felt like so much more.
It was near noon when the train chugged its way into the Newburgh Train Station, the sun high in the sky, and the air cool. Spring was pushing up buds, and the leaves were returning to the trees. Charlotte stepped off and a chill ran down her spine. She pushed the feeling away and waited for Mock and Slick to get off the train.
Mock kept glancing around, never resting his eyes on one thing for more than a few moments. He was jumpy and irritable, complaining whenever anyone touched him.
"Whatsa matta wit youse?" Slick asked, getting angry.
Mock looked at Charlotte, who gave him the most sympathetic look she could muster, "Nuttin Slick,"
"So where's we gonna spend da night?" Charlotte demanded, also looking at Mock.
He glared at her and said, "I dunno, whys you askin me?"
"Fine, da streets it is!" Slick shouted.
The city (AN: I'm not sure if Newburgh was a city then, but I know now it is, so that's how it's going to be in this story.) was crowded, many people banging into each other. Of course, it also made an excellent opportunity to "borrow" money from other people, so Slick took up on that offer. By the end of their outing, he had collected about three dollars.
"Alright," he stated, " Where ken we sleep fer tree dollas?"
Mock sighed, " Da Black Cat down da road is a tavern and a place ta sleep, his rates are four bits a night."
Slick looked suspicious, " How'd ya know dat?"
"I stayed here once"
That seemed to answer Slick's question alright, so he didn't pester Mock anymore.
Mock gulped and whispered to Charlotte, " Jist hopes no un sees me dere."
She went to hug him, but crumpled in his arms.
"Mock! Mock! Whassa madda? Wat happened te her?" Slick screamed.
Mock face was expressionless, " Change of plans, wese goin ta Master Street."
"Wats dere?"
"Someone dat ken help"
Mock picked Charlotte up, and jogged to Masters St., followed closely by Slick. He stopped at a small brown house, surrounded by flowers, and looked up at the window.
"Who's house is dis?" Slick demanded.
Mock just stared ahead, "Mine."
Sorry that was so short and poorly written, but I'm in a hurry!
Review! Review!
