"Wake up! Wake up!! Sell da paps! Sell da paps!" Kloppman was yelling. He stopped at my bunk, "Well, how'd yas sleep?"
I sat up, "On me back, Kloppman. How'd youse sleep?"
He smiled and told me to sell the paps. I reached back to grab my bag hanging off the bunk, but nothing was there. I looked about seven bunks down were one Jack Kelly was smiling wickedly at me. I jumped down almost landing on Jake, the boy below me. I walked down the isle, turning a lot of heads. Guess they had never seen a girl in her underwear before. I marched strait up to Jack who jumped down in front of me and grabbed his pants off of his bunk. "Ya?" he said smiling, looking me over. He was enjoying this too much.
"Ise want me clothes Jack!"
"Who said Ise took 'em?" he said bendong over to put his pants on, and coming eye level with my chest. Obviously enjoying himself.
"Now Jack!" I said firmly.
"A'right, I'll give 'em back on one condition."
"oh?" I said not planning to do anything he said.
"Kiss me, right here." He said pointing to his cheek.
"Let me see my clothes." I said.
He pulled my bag out from his bunk, eyeing me the whole time. I remained emotionless. He held my bag high and bent over, his cheek facing me. I smacked it, jumped to get my bag, and ran into the washroom. I changed and washed quickly. I then tried to get to the distribution center before Jack, I had no want to see him. Well, needless to say, my plan didn't work too well. Jack caught up to me at the gates. Everyone surrounded us as Jack prepared to dish it out.
"Ya know," he said, "youse a very feisty little goil, and if your gonna be staying at da lodging house, youse gonna havta show some respect and learn ta take some orders."
I gave him a disbelieving look. "Youse want me to show some respect? I will gladly show respect when YOUSE show me respect. The clothes ting? Yea no more. And also, I warned youse, no one calls me sweetheart or doll face and definitely not 'his goil' and I don't take orders from any but me. Got it? Good." I finished as the gates opened and everyone streamed in to get there paps. Jack had the kinda look on his face that he had just signed up for an all expenses paid trip to hell. I jut laughed to my self as I got in line. I decided to ask the boy in front of me where a good place to sell was. He suggested the harbor. Another suggested bottle alley. And then before I could thank them someone pushed me out of line.
"Wats dis?" he said,"jakcy-bouys got a goil newsie?" As I stood up I could feel my cheeks burning and my fists tightening. As he walked over, all heads turned to watch. Jack spoke up.
"Oscar don't do dis. She's new, don't hoit her."
"Hoit her?" Racetrack asked looking at Jack and then turning to the Oscar-boy, "Oscar, Jacks right dat ain't no normal goil"
Oscar just snorted "Wats she gonna do? Cry?" he then turned to me. "Now Jack whyse would hoit her? You underestimate me." he turned to face me "Now doll face wats your name?"
"Bounce" I said "and no one calls me doll face" he laughed
"And whyse not, DOLL FACE?"
"Because of dis!" I said as I knocked him to the ground. He laid there motionless on the ground. I ran up to the front of the line and bought my paps. Jack was standing there looking astonished and I'm sure I was looking terrified. Because I was, I had never hit any one so hard. I ran to the harbor, and dint look back. As I sold my paps, my fear dissipated and my confidence returned.
"Ise dunno whyse your so scared" I told myself
"Prolly cuz I've never knocked someone unconscious before"
"Yeah well he shouldna called me 'Doll face"' I settled with that justification. But when I Had about five paps left, two men appeared. One pointed and shouted, "That's her!" They started after me, I dropped my paps and ran. But not looking where I was going I ran into a third who grabbed my arms and said, "Your Under arrest!" I kicked and struggled to get free. They were to strong. But as they started off with me, I heard someone call,
"Wese gotcha Bounce!" It was Skittery and Jack. At that moment I was happy to anyone. They were knocked to the ground and I was shoved into the police car. I was headed for the refuge.
I sat up, "On me back, Kloppman. How'd youse sleep?"
He smiled and told me to sell the paps. I reached back to grab my bag hanging off the bunk, but nothing was there. I looked about seven bunks down were one Jack Kelly was smiling wickedly at me. I jumped down almost landing on Jake, the boy below me. I walked down the isle, turning a lot of heads. Guess they had never seen a girl in her underwear before. I marched strait up to Jack who jumped down in front of me and grabbed his pants off of his bunk. "Ya?" he said smiling, looking me over. He was enjoying this too much.
"Ise want me clothes Jack!"
"Who said Ise took 'em?" he said bendong over to put his pants on, and coming eye level with my chest. Obviously enjoying himself.
"Now Jack!" I said firmly.
"A'right, I'll give 'em back on one condition."
"oh?" I said not planning to do anything he said.
"Kiss me, right here." He said pointing to his cheek.
"Let me see my clothes." I said.
He pulled my bag out from his bunk, eyeing me the whole time. I remained emotionless. He held my bag high and bent over, his cheek facing me. I smacked it, jumped to get my bag, and ran into the washroom. I changed and washed quickly. I then tried to get to the distribution center before Jack, I had no want to see him. Well, needless to say, my plan didn't work too well. Jack caught up to me at the gates. Everyone surrounded us as Jack prepared to dish it out.
"Ya know," he said, "youse a very feisty little goil, and if your gonna be staying at da lodging house, youse gonna havta show some respect and learn ta take some orders."
I gave him a disbelieving look. "Youse want me to show some respect? I will gladly show respect when YOUSE show me respect. The clothes ting? Yea no more. And also, I warned youse, no one calls me sweetheart or doll face and definitely not 'his goil' and I don't take orders from any but me. Got it? Good." I finished as the gates opened and everyone streamed in to get there paps. Jack had the kinda look on his face that he had just signed up for an all expenses paid trip to hell. I jut laughed to my self as I got in line. I decided to ask the boy in front of me where a good place to sell was. He suggested the harbor. Another suggested bottle alley. And then before I could thank them someone pushed me out of line.
"Wats dis?" he said,"jakcy-bouys got a goil newsie?" As I stood up I could feel my cheeks burning and my fists tightening. As he walked over, all heads turned to watch. Jack spoke up.
"Oscar don't do dis. She's new, don't hoit her."
"Hoit her?" Racetrack asked looking at Jack and then turning to the Oscar-boy, "Oscar, Jacks right dat ain't no normal goil"
Oscar just snorted "Wats she gonna do? Cry?" he then turned to me. "Now Jack whyse would hoit her? You underestimate me." he turned to face me "Now doll face wats your name?"
"Bounce" I said "and no one calls me doll face" he laughed
"And whyse not, DOLL FACE?"
"Because of dis!" I said as I knocked him to the ground. He laid there motionless on the ground. I ran up to the front of the line and bought my paps. Jack was standing there looking astonished and I'm sure I was looking terrified. Because I was, I had never hit any one so hard. I ran to the harbor, and dint look back. As I sold my paps, my fear dissipated and my confidence returned.
"Ise dunno whyse your so scared" I told myself
"Prolly cuz I've never knocked someone unconscious before"
"Yeah well he shouldna called me 'Doll face"' I settled with that justification. But when I Had about five paps left, two men appeared. One pointed and shouted, "That's her!" They started after me, I dropped my paps and ran. But not looking where I was going I ran into a third who grabbed my arms and said, "Your Under arrest!" I kicked and struggled to get free. They were to strong. But as they started off with me, I heard someone call,
"Wese gotcha Bounce!" It was Skittery and Jack. At that moment I was happy to anyone. They were knocked to the ground and I was shoved into the police car. I was headed for the refuge.