Sarah
Things were perfect - just the way she wanted them. With her brothers Les and David back at school and her father regaining his job things were back to normal. There was plenty of money coming in so she had no need to get a job. It wasn't something she wanted to do, she just wanted a good time. And she was certainly doing that. She had bagged the best looking Newsie in Manhattan, Jack Kelly. He was mad about her and she knew it, so was taking full advantage of having him on her arm. All her friends were jealous and she loved every minute of it.
"Sarah, would you take the stew out of the stove please?" Her thoughts were broken by her mother calling. Why did she always have to nag? "I guess so Mother". As she prepared dinner she went through the events of the previous month. She was at Medda's last show with Jack and the other Newsies and was thoroughly bored. She had never liked Medda and Jack wasn't exactly the most thrilling person to be with, in fact he was a bit of a bore. And she didn't like boring guys. What she craved was a guy who was cute, but also had brains. Yeah, Jack was cute but she didn't know how much longer she could stand him talking about Santa Fe. If only she could keep him, for show, but have someone else to really talk to. Her eyes wandered across the crowded theatre to where the Brooklyn gang were sitting. No, here were some real guys. And who better than the leader of the toughest gang in New York! What was his name... Oh yeah, Spot. Spot Conlon. And he was looking her way.
After the show she made sure she was near the exit. When the Brooklyn gang walked by she grabbed Spot and seductively whispered for him to follow her. And it worked! He walked with her into the alley next to the theatre and they started kissing. Now this was what she needed, real excitement, not what she got with Jack. Then, in the reflection of the moon, there was Jack, watching them with tears in his eyes. She stopped, her mind going numb. He was so beautiful, standing there, how could she do this to him? The only thing that could save this was to put the blame on Spot. So that's what she did. Jack wouldn't listen and the next week he gathered his few belongings and left without saying goodbye. That really hurt, but what made it worse was the news of Spot's death. She had lost both chances of happiness. Now she had nothing.
As she sat down to eat she muttered under her breath "Come back Jack" but there was no-one there to hear. Although she was surrounded by family she felt completely alone.
Things were perfect - just the way she wanted them. With her brothers Les and David back at school and her father regaining his job things were back to normal. There was plenty of money coming in so she had no need to get a job. It wasn't something she wanted to do, she just wanted a good time. And she was certainly doing that. She had bagged the best looking Newsie in Manhattan, Jack Kelly. He was mad about her and she knew it, so was taking full advantage of having him on her arm. All her friends were jealous and she loved every minute of it.
"Sarah, would you take the stew out of the stove please?" Her thoughts were broken by her mother calling. Why did she always have to nag? "I guess so Mother". As she prepared dinner she went through the events of the previous month. She was at Medda's last show with Jack and the other Newsies and was thoroughly bored. She had never liked Medda and Jack wasn't exactly the most thrilling person to be with, in fact he was a bit of a bore. And she didn't like boring guys. What she craved was a guy who was cute, but also had brains. Yeah, Jack was cute but she didn't know how much longer she could stand him talking about Santa Fe. If only she could keep him, for show, but have someone else to really talk to. Her eyes wandered across the crowded theatre to where the Brooklyn gang were sitting. No, here were some real guys. And who better than the leader of the toughest gang in New York! What was his name... Oh yeah, Spot. Spot Conlon. And he was looking her way.
After the show she made sure she was near the exit. When the Brooklyn gang walked by she grabbed Spot and seductively whispered for him to follow her. And it worked! He walked with her into the alley next to the theatre and they started kissing. Now this was what she needed, real excitement, not what she got with Jack. Then, in the reflection of the moon, there was Jack, watching them with tears in his eyes. She stopped, her mind going numb. He was so beautiful, standing there, how could she do this to him? The only thing that could save this was to put the blame on Spot. So that's what she did. Jack wouldn't listen and the next week he gathered his few belongings and left without saying goodbye. That really hurt, but what made it worse was the news of Spot's death. She had lost both chances of happiness. Now she had nothing.
As she sat down to eat she muttered under her breath "Come back Jack" but there was no-one there to hear. Although she was surrounded by family she felt completely alone.