Song of the South
Chapter Eleven
Emmeline's POV
The fair lights blinded us as we walked through the crowds of people until reaching the ferris wheel. We all got in the line and waited until the wheel stopped and let the passengers off and who other was it to step off and spot us than Morrisia and Olivia Delancey. *shudder*
"Ugh, Savannah, look who it is," I said with a frown.
"Oh, I know. I just hope they don't come and--" Savannah said to me but was cut off by the Delancey twins walking over to us.
"Well, hello, Emmeline," Olivia said with mock pleasure. "How nice to see you."
"Just wonderful," I said as I noticed Olivia eying the Newsies "Oh, Olivia, Morrisia, I would like you to meet my friends. Guys, this is Morrisia and Olivia Delancey."
I think a few of the newsies stop breathing at this moment.
"Did you say Delancey?" Mush asked.
"Yes," Olivia said her problematic under bite showing. "You got a problem with that."
"Oh, no. Just…just wondering," he said turning and snickering as they left.
"Their almost as ugly as their great-great-grandfathers were," Jack said and the Newsies laughed at little inside joke.
"What?!" Savannah asked. "How would you know who their grandfathers are?"
"Great-great grandfathers," Racetrack corrected.
"Whatever," Savannah said, dismissing the fact.
"Well, you see it's this really long story…" started Jack, but then we reached the front of the line. We entered in the little car things you ride in on a ferris wheel with these pairings: Jack and Savannah, Racetrack and Kid Blink, Spot and I, and Mush and some random stranger he got stuck with.
Spots POV
As we climbed into the colored plastic seats of the ferris wheel, I was amazed by my luck, being able to sit next to Dollface. Of course, I was gonna have a little fun with this.
As the ride began to slowly make its way around to the top of the sky, I concocted a plan. But it needed to be acted on immediately. Putting on an anxious face, I began to scoot over to the side of the seat where Emmeline is.
"Um," she said, seeing me. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm scared of heights," I blurted out, in a secretive whisper, so she'd think I was trying to hide it from the others. "I just remembered."
"You just remembered?" she asked me suspiciously. "You don't think that little gem of information might have been important when we were, like, down there?"
"It slipped my mind," I said.
She looked nervously to the control booth. "I know the operator," she said. "Do you want me to get him to stop it?"
"No!" I said quickly. She narrowed her eyes. "I mean, no, the other guys would give me hell about it."
She shrugged. "Who cares?"
Girls! So assumptive!
"Me," I said.
She gave me a weird look. "If you're sure. You're not gonna, like, barf or something?"
"Nah," I shook my head. "I'll probably just have a fit."
She furrowed her brow. "Really, you should let me stop this thing."
"I—I think I'll be okay." I tried to sound unsure. "As long as I don't look—look down."
"Are you sure?" she asked, leaning closer to me so that no one else could hear us.
We were almost to the top. I began to make my breaths shallow and ragged and tried to make my face pale.
"Spot?" she asked, winding an arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head against her shirt.
"I'm okay," I said, sounding brave.
She gave me an encouraging rub on the shoulder and I sat up a little. We were on the top, but we weren't descending downwards.
"Oh, no," said Dollface, looking around anxiously. "This happens sometimes. I think it's stuck."
I tried to look desperately scared, but this was the best thing, like, ever. I tried not to grin as I turned back to her.
I peered over the side of the cart past her shoulder and looked downwards.
"Hold me!" I cried, and dived toward her. She was slightly shocked (they can't fight back as much if they're surprised. Just a tip.) and patted me gingerly on the back. I pretended to sob into her shoulder.
"It's okay," she said soothingly, rubbing slow circles into my back. "You're okay. They'll get it working in no time at all."
I heard snickering and lifted my head from her shoulder. The others were pointing and laughing heartily at me. Racetrack clawed at Kid Blink's shirt in a girly way and simpered, "I'm scared! Hold me!"
Kid Blink broke into hysterics. I gave them a wink, and looked at Savannah but she hadn't a clue what was going on.
I took a deep breath and sat up, looking over the edge again and broke into fretting. My breathing was fast and shallow and Emmeline looked at me, concerned.
"This is terrible," I gasped. "We're never gonna get outta here! I'm gonna die!"
She put her hands on the tops of my legs and looked at me. "You're not gonna die," she said and wrapped her arms around me comfortingly.
I started to laugh then, and I think she took the quaking of my body as shivers instead of giggles. When the ride started moving again (Blast!) she looked at me happily.
"See?" she said. "You didn't die. You're just fine."
I beamed at her. "Thanks for that."
She nodded. I looked behind me at the others, doubled over in laughter. Kid Blink and Race sat up enough to grab onto each other with expressions of girly terror on their faces.
"Race!" said Kid Blink in a falsetto. "Hold me, I'm so scared!"
Emmeline whipped around and gave them a fierce look. "Shut up, you two. It isn't funny."
When she turns back around with a look of disgust on her face, I look at them and wink.
Score.