1 Chapter Seven
It had been three days. Little boidies had gone from district to district, telling the other newsies of the strike against Jack. Newsies from all over had come to sell in Manhattan and do their part to make Jack miserable- even if they didn't know Singah, they all knew and respected Spot, and they weren't going to let the huge injustice pass unnoticed.
Even David and Les Jacob were in Brooklyn. They too had known Singah, for just a short two years, but they loved her as much as anybody else. David had even tried to reason with Jack, using the brains that had won the strike two years earlier, but to no avail.
Jack was beyond miserable at this point. He wasn't selling his papes the way he had before, and thoughts of Singah and Sarah fought for dominance in his head. All his girls had left him- Sarah because he wouldn't give up being a newsie, Singah for Spot, and Fidget for Singah. He was alone, and it hurt. If he could, he would take it all back, but his stupid male pride kept him from going to Brooklyn to sort everything out.
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That night in the Brooklyn Lodging House, the Manhattan newsies were making a plan of attack, a way to surely get Singah back into the Lodging House, with Jack's full permission, knowledge, and forgiveness. Brian Denton had taught them something about power- the more people, the more power. And right now, there were far more of them than of Jack. They were going to reclaim the Lodging House, and kick Jack and Blink out until they recanted and apologized.
"It's a good idea!" Race had protested when the newsies first heard the plan. "Ain't this the reason we went on strike da last time? Against da tyrant?"
"He's got a point," Fidget interjected. She was ready for action, and loudly added her voice to Race's. The newsies began to argue- wasn't it bad enough they had abandoned Jack? As the discussion grew louder, Singah feared more fights would break out.
"Aight," Spot yelled over the raising noise. "Everybody jus' shut up! Lemme tink!" With the leader of Brooklyn taking charge, the rambunctious newsies calmed down. "Singah, dis is all fer yous. What do yous tink of dis?"
"I tink… I tink it's a good idea. Why da hell not? There's a lot more of us dan him!" With that, the crowd of newsies let out a cheer, which then changed to catcalls and whistles as Spot leaned down and kissed Singah full and long. When they finally broke it off, to the amusement of everyone around, they were both blushing, dark and red.
"Aight, nuff laughing at me and Singah- start planning!" Spot sat down next to Singah, and with a giggle, she jumped into his lap. Race started groaning.
"Ain't you two evah gonna get tired a bein' so mushy all da time? It puts a guy off his lunch!"
"Ah, shuddup, Race! We'se is gonna be as mushy as we'se want!" Spot yelled back, laughing. Singah turned around and whispered in Spot's ear, snickering. When she finished, Spot started laughing, too. "Heya, Race- you'se is jus' jealous! What, can't get a goil wid dat big mouth a yours?" Everyone in the room started howling at that, while Racetrack flushed bright red. Soon he started laughing, too.
After a while, they came up with a plan- a very, very simple plan, simply because they had the numbers to carry it off. It didn't take them long, and they decided to put it into effect the next morning. Once they were finished, the newsies retreated and prepared for sleep, the boys downstairs and the girls upstairs. Not that Spot didn't trust his newsies with girls in the bunkroom, but he didn't.
"Wanna go ta bed?" Spot asked Singah. She nodded, and he picked her up and carried her into his little room across the hall. Once he had closed the door behind them, he gently put Singah down on the bed and kissed her. She kissed him back, hard, and they settled back for another time of getting to know each other.
Author's Note: Sorry this one's really short too, but I've been really brain-dead the last day or two and I had major writers block. I promise chapter 8 will be longer
It had been three days. Little boidies had gone from district to district, telling the other newsies of the strike against Jack. Newsies from all over had come to sell in Manhattan and do their part to make Jack miserable- even if they didn't know Singah, they all knew and respected Spot, and they weren't going to let the huge injustice pass unnoticed.
Even David and Les Jacob were in Brooklyn. They too had known Singah, for just a short two years, but they loved her as much as anybody else. David had even tried to reason with Jack, using the brains that had won the strike two years earlier, but to no avail.
Jack was beyond miserable at this point. He wasn't selling his papes the way he had before, and thoughts of Singah and Sarah fought for dominance in his head. All his girls had left him- Sarah because he wouldn't give up being a newsie, Singah for Spot, and Fidget for Singah. He was alone, and it hurt. If he could, he would take it all back, but his stupid male pride kept him from going to Brooklyn to sort everything out.
***
That night in the Brooklyn Lodging House, the Manhattan newsies were making a plan of attack, a way to surely get Singah back into the Lodging House, with Jack's full permission, knowledge, and forgiveness. Brian Denton had taught them something about power- the more people, the more power. And right now, there were far more of them than of Jack. They were going to reclaim the Lodging House, and kick Jack and Blink out until they recanted and apologized.
"It's a good idea!" Race had protested when the newsies first heard the plan. "Ain't this the reason we went on strike da last time? Against da tyrant?"
"He's got a point," Fidget interjected. She was ready for action, and loudly added her voice to Race's. The newsies began to argue- wasn't it bad enough they had abandoned Jack? As the discussion grew louder, Singah feared more fights would break out.
"Aight," Spot yelled over the raising noise. "Everybody jus' shut up! Lemme tink!" With the leader of Brooklyn taking charge, the rambunctious newsies calmed down. "Singah, dis is all fer yous. What do yous tink of dis?"
"I tink… I tink it's a good idea. Why da hell not? There's a lot more of us dan him!" With that, the crowd of newsies let out a cheer, which then changed to catcalls and whistles as Spot leaned down and kissed Singah full and long. When they finally broke it off, to the amusement of everyone around, they were both blushing, dark and red.
"Aight, nuff laughing at me and Singah- start planning!" Spot sat down next to Singah, and with a giggle, she jumped into his lap. Race started groaning.
"Ain't you two evah gonna get tired a bein' so mushy all da time? It puts a guy off his lunch!"
"Ah, shuddup, Race! We'se is gonna be as mushy as we'se want!" Spot yelled back, laughing. Singah turned around and whispered in Spot's ear, snickering. When she finished, Spot started laughing, too. "Heya, Race- you'se is jus' jealous! What, can't get a goil wid dat big mouth a yours?" Everyone in the room started howling at that, while Racetrack flushed bright red. Soon he started laughing, too.
After a while, they came up with a plan- a very, very simple plan, simply because they had the numbers to carry it off. It didn't take them long, and they decided to put it into effect the next morning. Once they were finished, the newsies retreated and prepared for sleep, the boys downstairs and the girls upstairs. Not that Spot didn't trust his newsies with girls in the bunkroom, but he didn't.
"Wanna go ta bed?" Spot asked Singah. She nodded, and he picked her up and carried her into his little room across the hall. Once he had closed the door behind them, he gently put Singah down on the bed and kissed her. She kissed him back, hard, and they settled back for another time of getting to know each other.
Author's Note: Sorry this one's really short too, but I've been really brain-dead the last day or two and I had major writers block. I promise chapter 8 will be longer