Disclaimer: Don't own Newsies or A Christmas Carol. If you don't know who
they belong to. tough. Lol.
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Pulitzer awoke, hearing the clock strike One O'clock. This time, he wanted to be ready for the Spirit. He got up out of his bed and stood at the front of it, so he could see all ways. "No one can scare me THIS time." He said to himself.
All of a sudden, though, his room got cold, and disappeared, turning into a dark graveyard. He looked to the left and right, but saw nothing. Then he turned around and stumbled back, for a dark, cloaked figure was floating towards him.
"Are you the Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come?" Pulitzer asked, trembling.
The Spirit nodded his head. Pulitzer stared at it and asked, "Then can you tell me what happens to Crutchy?!"
The Spirit pointed behind him, and Pulitzer turned around and part of the graveyard lit up so he could see what was happening. Standing there were all the newsies he had seen in the Lodging House. One of them, Jack, stepped forward and placed a crutch on top of a grave. He could hear them crying, and saw Jack stand up, shaking from the sobs. And then the light disappeared, along with the boys and the sad scene.
"Where did they go?" Pulitzer asked.
The Spirit said nothing, but motioned for Pulitzer to follow him.
"But Spirit, where are we going?" he asked, having trouble keeping up with the Spirit, for he had to walk around the gravestones, while the Spirit just floated through them.
Again, the Spirit said nothing, but continued on its way. Pulitzer had no choice but to follow him, so he did. When the Spirit stopped, it was at the end of the graveyard, and he pointed to a group of people standing by the gate. Pulitzer shrugged, not knowing what to do. The Spirit pointed back and forth from Pulitzer to the people.
Pulitzer guessed he wanted him to listen, so he walked up to them and listened to what they were saying.
"So he is dead, it's a sure thing." A women said.
"Yes, Molly. He's dead. I never thought I would see the day." the only man replied.
"I suppose we should feel sorry for him." The other woman said.
"Now, Cora. Why should we feel sorry for him?" Molly asked.
"There was no one to go to his wake, or even have a wake planned for him. No one cares that he died. His niece just bought a cheap casket for him, and told them to just bury him." Cora said.
"He had a sibling? That poor person!" The man cried out.
"Yes, it was a sister. I knew her meself. A nice woman, she was, but she died a couple years back. Come to think of it, he never went to the funeral! And if I believe right, she died of a simple cold! If only she had enough money to get medicine, she would have been fine. But she didn't have enough, and that brother of hers wouldn't give her any." Cora said.
"Probably too busy with work, the selfishness of him!" The man said.
"I don't doubt it, John. But I'll still pity him- I know that I wouldn't like to die that way, with no one caring." Cora said.
"People care, Cora! I don't know about you, but most people are quite happy he died!" Molly exclaimed.
"I am, too. That man was too evil for the devil himself, I guarantee it." Cora said. The rest of the group laughed, and they moved away.
"Spirit! Who was it that died?" Pulitzer asked. He felt sorry for the poor man, too. No one to even plan a funeral for him! He should have known by now, though, that this Spirit did not talk. It glided away, expecting Pulitzer to follow, and he did. They stopped beside a grave, and the Spirit pointed to the gravestone.
"Why did we stop here?" Pulitzer asked. But the Spirit never moved, and he leaned forward to read what it said. In big, bold letters, it said clearly "JOSEPH PULITZER". He gasped and stumbled back, staring at the gravestone.
"It can't be! But it is! It was me that died, that those people had been talking about! I'm the one with no friends, the one that is evil! Spirit, no!! It cannot be!! Please say that I can still change, that this isn't for sure! Please Spirit, I'll change!! Tell me I can change!! Tell me it isn't too late!! Please, Spirit!! I learned my lesson, I'll change!! I'll change!"
As he was shouting, everything turned black, and he found himself back in his room.
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I'm almost finished. I'm gonna finish it right now. But I want it in two different chapters, since that's how it is in the book. So, I hope you enjoyed this!!
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Pulitzer awoke, hearing the clock strike One O'clock. This time, he wanted to be ready for the Spirit. He got up out of his bed and stood at the front of it, so he could see all ways. "No one can scare me THIS time." He said to himself.
All of a sudden, though, his room got cold, and disappeared, turning into a dark graveyard. He looked to the left and right, but saw nothing. Then he turned around and stumbled back, for a dark, cloaked figure was floating towards him.
"Are you the Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come?" Pulitzer asked, trembling.
The Spirit nodded his head. Pulitzer stared at it and asked, "Then can you tell me what happens to Crutchy?!"
The Spirit pointed behind him, and Pulitzer turned around and part of the graveyard lit up so he could see what was happening. Standing there were all the newsies he had seen in the Lodging House. One of them, Jack, stepped forward and placed a crutch on top of a grave. He could hear them crying, and saw Jack stand up, shaking from the sobs. And then the light disappeared, along with the boys and the sad scene.
"Where did they go?" Pulitzer asked.
The Spirit said nothing, but motioned for Pulitzer to follow him.
"But Spirit, where are we going?" he asked, having trouble keeping up with the Spirit, for he had to walk around the gravestones, while the Spirit just floated through them.
Again, the Spirit said nothing, but continued on its way. Pulitzer had no choice but to follow him, so he did. When the Spirit stopped, it was at the end of the graveyard, and he pointed to a group of people standing by the gate. Pulitzer shrugged, not knowing what to do. The Spirit pointed back and forth from Pulitzer to the people.
Pulitzer guessed he wanted him to listen, so he walked up to them and listened to what they were saying.
"So he is dead, it's a sure thing." A women said.
"Yes, Molly. He's dead. I never thought I would see the day." the only man replied.
"I suppose we should feel sorry for him." The other woman said.
"Now, Cora. Why should we feel sorry for him?" Molly asked.
"There was no one to go to his wake, or even have a wake planned for him. No one cares that he died. His niece just bought a cheap casket for him, and told them to just bury him." Cora said.
"He had a sibling? That poor person!" The man cried out.
"Yes, it was a sister. I knew her meself. A nice woman, she was, but she died a couple years back. Come to think of it, he never went to the funeral! And if I believe right, she died of a simple cold! If only she had enough money to get medicine, she would have been fine. But she didn't have enough, and that brother of hers wouldn't give her any." Cora said.
"Probably too busy with work, the selfishness of him!" The man said.
"I don't doubt it, John. But I'll still pity him- I know that I wouldn't like to die that way, with no one caring." Cora said.
"People care, Cora! I don't know about you, but most people are quite happy he died!" Molly exclaimed.
"I am, too. That man was too evil for the devil himself, I guarantee it." Cora said. The rest of the group laughed, and they moved away.
"Spirit! Who was it that died?" Pulitzer asked. He felt sorry for the poor man, too. No one to even plan a funeral for him! He should have known by now, though, that this Spirit did not talk. It glided away, expecting Pulitzer to follow, and he did. They stopped beside a grave, and the Spirit pointed to the gravestone.
"Why did we stop here?" Pulitzer asked. But the Spirit never moved, and he leaned forward to read what it said. In big, bold letters, it said clearly "JOSEPH PULITZER". He gasped and stumbled back, staring at the gravestone.
"It can't be! But it is! It was me that died, that those people had been talking about! I'm the one with no friends, the one that is evil! Spirit, no!! It cannot be!! Please say that I can still change, that this isn't for sure! Please Spirit, I'll change!! Tell me I can change!! Tell me it isn't too late!! Please, Spirit!! I learned my lesson, I'll change!! I'll change!"
As he was shouting, everything turned black, and he found himself back in his room.
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I'm almost finished. I'm gonna finish it right now. But I want it in two different chapters, since that's how it is in the book. So, I hope you enjoyed this!!