Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue.
AN: Owwwww…. My lip hurts…..damn brother of mine…. Okay, we were sparring with no pads or anything at martial arts like exactly one hour ago and I didn't block a punch and he got me right on the mouth. I hadn't taken my retainer out (I just got my braces off a month ago and the evil orthodontist is making me wear a retainer) and my lip got all cut up on it! It hurt!! Not that it wasn't my fault for not dodging it or anything, yeah, ummmmm….. well, heh heh, anyway…. Onto the story!!
Chapter Six
*It Was New York*
Jade awoke the next morning with a frown on her face. She had kept waking up in the middle of the night and had barely gotten any sleep.
Wearily she sat up and hopped off her bed, grumpily shoving Blink out of her way and walking toward the bathroom.
"What's with youse dis mornin'?" Asked Race sarcastically.
She glared at him and punched him straight in the jaw.
"What da hell was dat foah?!" Yelled Race, rubbing his jaw.
"Foah bein' an ass dis oily in da mornin'," said Jade angrily.
Staring at her for a moment more Race wandered off in search of ice, wondering what the heck was wrong with Jade.
"What did youse hit Race foah?" Asked Jack, leaning up against the counter top beside Jade.
"Leave me da hell alone, Kelly," spat Jade, stalking off right past him toward the door to go out of the bathroom.
"Nah, ya see, dat ain't good enough," Jack said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back so she was facing him again, "Youse can't jist hit people when youse is angry, Jade."
"Ise said leave me da hell alone!" Jade hissed, wrenching her arm free of Jack's grasp and backing away from him.
The noise in the washroom lessened, as more people became interested in the argument occurring.
Just as Jack took a step toward Jade, Spot entered the room, casually saying, "What's goin' on Jacky-boy? Youse tryin' someting with Jade dat she don't like? 'Cause Ise don't tink dat Angel would be very understandin' if ya were."
The boys in the room all started laughing. By then they had all heard about how the docile Angel had slapped Spot full in the face.
Not many full grown men had the courage to do that. Although, it could be attributed to the fact that she didn't know she was hitting Spot Conlon at the time.
Jack looked at Spot and smiled, chuckling a little, too, at Angel's behavior the previous day. Walking over to talk with Skittery he decided that he just didn't want to deal with Jade right then.
Jack was confused, too. He thought that Jade and him were on at least semi- friendly terms, so why was she acting like that?
Spot walked over to Jade who was now sitting on the counter top brushing her hair and looking in the mirror that was across the way from her.
She was pulling the brush down hard and fast through her hair, and instead of untangling the knots it just ripped them out.
Taking the brush out of her hand Spot said, "Ya know, if youse do dat youse won't have any hair left."
"An' why should Ise care?" Asked Jade icily.
Spot shrugged, "Ise jist thought dat goils cared about dose tings."
"Yeah, well, youse thought wrong," Jade said, jumping off the counter top and walking away.
Spot quickly side stepped in front of her, blocking her off. Glaring down at her Spot whispered angrily, "Listen ta me goily, youse can't keep actin' like dis. What da hell is da mattah with ya?"
"Maybe dis is da way Ise always act. Youse just met me, so how do youse know dat dis is any different?" Jade asked contemptuously, stepping around Spot, trying to leave.
"'Cause youse wasn't actin' like dis last night," Spot said, stepping in front of her again.
The noise that had returned to the bathroom slowly faded away again. This certainly was turning out to be an interesting morning for the newsies in the peanut gallery. (AN: that means the newsies that weren't involved but were just watching, for those of you that didn't get it. ()
"Ise was jist in a good mood den, now can Ise go?" Jade asked sarcastically.
"Tell me da truth foist," Spot demanded.
Jade, now frustrated, pissed, sick and tired of being scolded, and tired, placed her hands on her hips and drew herself up to her full height.
Almost nose to nose with Spot she said, "Ise have had it with dis. Youse don't even know me! Ise don't need dis. Ise was makin' more money before Ise came heah anyway! Ise don't need any of dis! An' Ise don't need any of youse!!!" She screamed the last bit, and every person who heard her flinched involuntarily.
Shoving Spot out of her way ran towards the door. When Spot grabbed her by the arm she clawed at his hand with her nails, drawing blood.
Spot jumped back stunned. She had the look of a caged animal in her eyes, an animal that was being backed into a corner with no place left to run.
She ran into the bunkroom toward the stairs and when Angel, who had been conversing with Blink, tried to cut her off, asking what was wrong, Jade pushed her hard, sending her crashing to the ground.
Jade hopped over the railing of the stairs and fell to the bottom, bending her knees on impact so it would absorb some of the shock.
She raced out the door and into the streets, not stopping until she was sure that she was at least out of Manhattan but not in Brooklyn.
Walking over to a bench she sat down, panting hard.
Great, she thought smiling, now dat Ise am on my own Ise don't have ta worry about nobody. Not even Angel. She was happier there with Blink den she evah was with me anyway. Tank god Ise finally have my freedom back.
Jade groaned, slapping her forehead, when she realized that she had left all of her money in the lodging house.
Then her smile appeared again, she could just go back to being a pickpocket, of course. It was easy, it paid off, it was illegal, but hey, it was New York.
AN: Yeah, yeah, I know, it was a short chapter. But give me a break. I have a huge math test tomorrow because my teacher is an idiot! Plus, I have a language arts test that is 100 questions on a 90 page book! Is it like psycho teacher week or something? Now, before you press the back button, it would be greatly appreciated if you would review. However, if you fail to comply with this moody author's wishes then she will be forced to egg your house. Please leave your address if you choose not to review. Thank you and have a nice day!
AN: Owwwww…. My lip hurts…..damn brother of mine…. Okay, we were sparring with no pads or anything at martial arts like exactly one hour ago and I didn't block a punch and he got me right on the mouth. I hadn't taken my retainer out (I just got my braces off a month ago and the evil orthodontist is making me wear a retainer) and my lip got all cut up on it! It hurt!! Not that it wasn't my fault for not dodging it or anything, yeah, ummmmm….. well, heh heh, anyway…. Onto the story!!
Chapter Six
*It Was New York*
Jade awoke the next morning with a frown on her face. She had kept waking up in the middle of the night and had barely gotten any sleep.
Wearily she sat up and hopped off her bed, grumpily shoving Blink out of her way and walking toward the bathroom.
"What's with youse dis mornin'?" Asked Race sarcastically.
She glared at him and punched him straight in the jaw.
"What da hell was dat foah?!" Yelled Race, rubbing his jaw.
"Foah bein' an ass dis oily in da mornin'," said Jade angrily.
Staring at her for a moment more Race wandered off in search of ice, wondering what the heck was wrong with Jade.
"What did youse hit Race foah?" Asked Jack, leaning up against the counter top beside Jade.
"Leave me da hell alone, Kelly," spat Jade, stalking off right past him toward the door to go out of the bathroom.
"Nah, ya see, dat ain't good enough," Jack said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back so she was facing him again, "Youse can't jist hit people when youse is angry, Jade."
"Ise said leave me da hell alone!" Jade hissed, wrenching her arm free of Jack's grasp and backing away from him.
The noise in the washroom lessened, as more people became interested in the argument occurring.
Just as Jack took a step toward Jade, Spot entered the room, casually saying, "What's goin' on Jacky-boy? Youse tryin' someting with Jade dat she don't like? 'Cause Ise don't tink dat Angel would be very understandin' if ya were."
The boys in the room all started laughing. By then they had all heard about how the docile Angel had slapped Spot full in the face.
Not many full grown men had the courage to do that. Although, it could be attributed to the fact that she didn't know she was hitting Spot Conlon at the time.
Jack looked at Spot and smiled, chuckling a little, too, at Angel's behavior the previous day. Walking over to talk with Skittery he decided that he just didn't want to deal with Jade right then.
Jack was confused, too. He thought that Jade and him were on at least semi- friendly terms, so why was she acting like that?
Spot walked over to Jade who was now sitting on the counter top brushing her hair and looking in the mirror that was across the way from her.
She was pulling the brush down hard and fast through her hair, and instead of untangling the knots it just ripped them out.
Taking the brush out of her hand Spot said, "Ya know, if youse do dat youse won't have any hair left."
"An' why should Ise care?" Asked Jade icily.
Spot shrugged, "Ise jist thought dat goils cared about dose tings."
"Yeah, well, youse thought wrong," Jade said, jumping off the counter top and walking away.
Spot quickly side stepped in front of her, blocking her off. Glaring down at her Spot whispered angrily, "Listen ta me goily, youse can't keep actin' like dis. What da hell is da mattah with ya?"
"Maybe dis is da way Ise always act. Youse just met me, so how do youse know dat dis is any different?" Jade asked contemptuously, stepping around Spot, trying to leave.
"'Cause youse wasn't actin' like dis last night," Spot said, stepping in front of her again.
The noise that had returned to the bathroom slowly faded away again. This certainly was turning out to be an interesting morning for the newsies in the peanut gallery. (AN: that means the newsies that weren't involved but were just watching, for those of you that didn't get it. ()
"Ise was jist in a good mood den, now can Ise go?" Jade asked sarcastically.
"Tell me da truth foist," Spot demanded.
Jade, now frustrated, pissed, sick and tired of being scolded, and tired, placed her hands on her hips and drew herself up to her full height.
Almost nose to nose with Spot she said, "Ise have had it with dis. Youse don't even know me! Ise don't need dis. Ise was makin' more money before Ise came heah anyway! Ise don't need any of dis! An' Ise don't need any of youse!!!" She screamed the last bit, and every person who heard her flinched involuntarily.
Shoving Spot out of her way ran towards the door. When Spot grabbed her by the arm she clawed at his hand with her nails, drawing blood.
Spot jumped back stunned. She had the look of a caged animal in her eyes, an animal that was being backed into a corner with no place left to run.
She ran into the bunkroom toward the stairs and when Angel, who had been conversing with Blink, tried to cut her off, asking what was wrong, Jade pushed her hard, sending her crashing to the ground.
Jade hopped over the railing of the stairs and fell to the bottom, bending her knees on impact so it would absorb some of the shock.
She raced out the door and into the streets, not stopping until she was sure that she was at least out of Manhattan but not in Brooklyn.
Walking over to a bench she sat down, panting hard.
Great, she thought smiling, now dat Ise am on my own Ise don't have ta worry about nobody. Not even Angel. She was happier there with Blink den she evah was with me anyway. Tank god Ise finally have my freedom back.
Jade groaned, slapping her forehead, when she realized that she had left all of her money in the lodging house.
Then her smile appeared again, she could just go back to being a pickpocket, of course. It was easy, it paid off, it was illegal, but hey, it was New York.
AN: Yeah, yeah, I know, it was a short chapter. But give me a break. I have a huge math test tomorrow because my teacher is an idiot! Plus, I have a language arts test that is 100 questions on a 90 page book! Is it like psycho teacher week or something? Now, before you press the back button, it would be greatly appreciated if you would review. However, if you fail to comply with this moody author's wishes then she will be forced to egg your house. Please leave your address if you choose not to review. Thank you and have a nice day!