I don't own the Newsies, but I do own Fury and Double.
By the time we got to the train station I was so out of breath that I couldn't say a single. My heart pounded in my chest and I had to sit down. James let go of my hand so he could find the ticket booth. I took that time to look me over and found that my dress was shamefully muddy. It was also torn in several places from all of my stumbling. I heard James talking to the man in the ticket booth. He bought two one way tickets to New York. I leaped up from my seat and ran over to him. I hugged him and said, " So we are going to New York! I knew you'd take my advice."
He only hung and said quietly, " but now we only have 50 cents left." " It'll be alright", I said to him, " We'll find work, and we'll be together." He put the money in my hands and told me to keep it safe for him. We walked toward train 12 headed to New York City.
There wasn't enough money to afford very good seats on the train. They were at the very back of the train, by the engine room. It was so hot, almost unbearable, and I would've killed for a cool breeze. The heat made my clothes stick to my skin and the atmosphere was so muggy. I felt my eyelids droop and realized that I was really very sleepy. I looked over at James and saw that he was already asleep. I stopped fighting and sleep quickly claimed me. " Last call New York City. Everybody off", the conductor yelled. I poked James in the side, "Wake up brother, wake up!" He mumbled something and moved around in his seat. I used all my strength and pulled him up. " Hey, James! Quit fooling, we have to get off NOW!!" Still muttering he followed me down the aisle. The middle train compartment had so many people in it. There were men, women, children, and screaming babies packed in every which way from Sunday. James and I had never seen so many people in one place. Everything was so overwhelming completely unlike our small Virginia town. I reached behind me and took hold of James' hand. The hand pulled out of mine and I felt a sharp slap on the back of my head. I turned around to see a middle aged man in a ragged business suit. " Don't hang on me, you crazy lady!", he practically spat in my face. " Sorry, sir", I said embarrassed. The people on the train were pushing like mad to get off and I was swept along with them. I looked back for James, but I couldn't find him anywhere. " James, where are you!" I hollered frantically before I was pushed off the train.
I watched the exit, my eyes following every person that walked came out. James wasn't one of them. I thought maybe he got off before me so I searched the entire train station. I thought the train was crowded, the station was like a zoo. How was I ever going to find James in this mess? I talked to as many people as possible, and looked in every place imaginable. He was no where to be found. In despair I wondered how I was going to survive in this place without my twin brother. The hour was late, and since I really didn't have anywhere to go so I curled up on a bench outside the station. I fell asleep worrying about my brother. Morning came soon, way too soon for my liking. One minute I was sound asleep and the next I was on the ground. A harsh voice in my ear said, " Hey girlie, you can't sleep here, this is a respectable station. Ain't nobody sleeping on the benches." " Alright, alright just leave me alone", I said back to him. I stood up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I smoothed down my hair and straightened my dress and wondered what in the world was I gonna do. Even though it was early in the morning the station was still full. I figured that since I didn't know where I was in New York it wouldn't really matter where I went. With one last look for James, I walked out into the dark early morning all alone.
Dazed and overwhelmed, I wandered around. There were so many buildings and they were all so tall. In my old town the buildings were mostly made of wood, so I wasn't quite prepared for all the brick stores. I could've been walking in circles for all I knew where to go. The sun was coming up and I leaned back against a brick wall to watch it. The sky was rosy with reds, pinks, and oranges. I sighed, the sight made me homesick for the stable life I left behind. It was just about the time that I began to feel real sorry for myself when about fifty boys came running out of the building I was leaning against. My curiosity newly awakened I followed the last boy. The boys were clowning around, picking fights, running, laughing, and generally looked like they were having a good time. The running stopped when we reached closed gates. A voice screamed out " Papes for the Newsies!" The gates opened up, and the small square filled up quickly with boys. Still interested, I moved a little closer to see what would happen next. Then in no particular order boys would stand up give money to somebody inside an enclosure and get a stack of newspapers in return. " Ok, now I know what's going on", I said to myself, " they sell newspapers." I smiled for I had just found a means of making money.
I walked through the gates and was immediately aware of a hundred pairs eyes all watching me. It was quite unnerving, and I almost went back on my resolve to sell papers. Boys moved out of my way as I got closer to the building. Inside was a portly man with gray hair, he wasn't looking my way when I tossed him some money. " Hey kid, how many papes you want", he growled. " Twenty papers, please", I answered. The man looked up at me and a shocked expression overtook his face. " Girls don't sell papes, go find yourself a cleanin' job" he growled again. " Look mister I gave you money, why do you care who sells it?" " Girls don't sell papes, now go AWAY!" The guy was making me mad and my answers got louder. " Give me my papers and I'll make history, okay, creep." He obviously didn't like being called a creep so he had the audacity to call me some very mean names. I screamed, " Give my money back, or give me some papers!" I had a strong urge to punch the wise guy and would have if there had not been bars in the way. My temper doesn't hold up well when I feel threatened. During my fight with the creep I lost all awareness of the boys around me and was severely startled when a hand was placed on my shoulder.
By the time we got to the train station I was so out of breath that I couldn't say a single. My heart pounded in my chest and I had to sit down. James let go of my hand so he could find the ticket booth. I took that time to look me over and found that my dress was shamefully muddy. It was also torn in several places from all of my stumbling. I heard James talking to the man in the ticket booth. He bought two one way tickets to New York. I leaped up from my seat and ran over to him. I hugged him and said, " So we are going to New York! I knew you'd take my advice."
He only hung and said quietly, " but now we only have 50 cents left." " It'll be alright", I said to him, " We'll find work, and we'll be together." He put the money in my hands and told me to keep it safe for him. We walked toward train 12 headed to New York City.
There wasn't enough money to afford very good seats on the train. They were at the very back of the train, by the engine room. It was so hot, almost unbearable, and I would've killed for a cool breeze. The heat made my clothes stick to my skin and the atmosphere was so muggy. I felt my eyelids droop and realized that I was really very sleepy. I looked over at James and saw that he was already asleep. I stopped fighting and sleep quickly claimed me. " Last call New York City. Everybody off", the conductor yelled. I poked James in the side, "Wake up brother, wake up!" He mumbled something and moved around in his seat. I used all my strength and pulled him up. " Hey, James! Quit fooling, we have to get off NOW!!" Still muttering he followed me down the aisle. The middle train compartment had so many people in it. There were men, women, children, and screaming babies packed in every which way from Sunday. James and I had never seen so many people in one place. Everything was so overwhelming completely unlike our small Virginia town. I reached behind me and took hold of James' hand. The hand pulled out of mine and I felt a sharp slap on the back of my head. I turned around to see a middle aged man in a ragged business suit. " Don't hang on me, you crazy lady!", he practically spat in my face. " Sorry, sir", I said embarrassed. The people on the train were pushing like mad to get off and I was swept along with them. I looked back for James, but I couldn't find him anywhere. " James, where are you!" I hollered frantically before I was pushed off the train.
I watched the exit, my eyes following every person that walked came out. James wasn't one of them. I thought maybe he got off before me so I searched the entire train station. I thought the train was crowded, the station was like a zoo. How was I ever going to find James in this mess? I talked to as many people as possible, and looked in every place imaginable. He was no where to be found. In despair I wondered how I was going to survive in this place without my twin brother. The hour was late, and since I really didn't have anywhere to go so I curled up on a bench outside the station. I fell asleep worrying about my brother. Morning came soon, way too soon for my liking. One minute I was sound asleep and the next I was on the ground. A harsh voice in my ear said, " Hey girlie, you can't sleep here, this is a respectable station. Ain't nobody sleeping on the benches." " Alright, alright just leave me alone", I said back to him. I stood up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I smoothed down my hair and straightened my dress and wondered what in the world was I gonna do. Even though it was early in the morning the station was still full. I figured that since I didn't know where I was in New York it wouldn't really matter where I went. With one last look for James, I walked out into the dark early morning all alone.
Dazed and overwhelmed, I wandered around. There were so many buildings and they were all so tall. In my old town the buildings were mostly made of wood, so I wasn't quite prepared for all the brick stores. I could've been walking in circles for all I knew where to go. The sun was coming up and I leaned back against a brick wall to watch it. The sky was rosy with reds, pinks, and oranges. I sighed, the sight made me homesick for the stable life I left behind. It was just about the time that I began to feel real sorry for myself when about fifty boys came running out of the building I was leaning against. My curiosity newly awakened I followed the last boy. The boys were clowning around, picking fights, running, laughing, and generally looked like they were having a good time. The running stopped when we reached closed gates. A voice screamed out " Papes for the Newsies!" The gates opened up, and the small square filled up quickly with boys. Still interested, I moved a little closer to see what would happen next. Then in no particular order boys would stand up give money to somebody inside an enclosure and get a stack of newspapers in return. " Ok, now I know what's going on", I said to myself, " they sell newspapers." I smiled for I had just found a means of making money.
I walked through the gates and was immediately aware of a hundred pairs eyes all watching me. It was quite unnerving, and I almost went back on my resolve to sell papers. Boys moved out of my way as I got closer to the building. Inside was a portly man with gray hair, he wasn't looking my way when I tossed him some money. " Hey kid, how many papes you want", he growled. " Twenty papers, please", I answered. The man looked up at me and a shocked expression overtook his face. " Girls don't sell papes, go find yourself a cleanin' job" he growled again. " Look mister I gave you money, why do you care who sells it?" " Girls don't sell papes, now go AWAY!" The guy was making me mad and my answers got louder. " Give me my papers and I'll make history, okay, creep." He obviously didn't like being called a creep so he had the audacity to call me some very mean names. I screamed, " Give my money back, or give me some papers!" I had a strong urge to punch the wise guy and would have if there had not been bars in the way. My temper doesn't hold up well when I feel threatened. During my fight with the creep I lost all awareness of the boys around me and was severely startled when a hand was placed on my shoulder.