Chapter Two:
I opened my eyes to be blinded by a very bright light. I took my glasses off, rubbing my eyes with my fists. "What happened?" I mumbled.
"A-ha!"
I rolled my eyes behind my shielded eyes. "Great," I mumbled, "Dave is still yapping…"
"I don't yap. Do I?"
I immediately jumped to attention, removing my hand from my eyes, not worrying about the burning light, the sun. There he was---David Jacobs, A.K.A. David Moscow. It was weird. "Uh…" I didn't know what to say. I had only read this stuff in newsie fan fiction stories. Was I really seeing David? "Are you, uh, David Moscow?"
"David, yes, Moscow, no."
I sniffled and realized that, behind me, there were more familiar faces. I leaped up. Jack, Race, Kid Blink, Pie Eater, Swifty… the whole gang! This is much better than Dave! "I… I… ack… I… uh…" I felt my inner parts tighten and all went black as I fainted, hearing one last sentence by Jack, "Gee Dave, ya scared her."
"Kate! Kate!"
My eyes flew open. "Huh! Huh! What? Dave? Wha'?" I rambled.
"Kate, you wouldn't believe the shit you got us into! We're in New York!"
So it happened. Emmy was telling me so. I grinned, excited, but also sad, for some reason, that Emmy was there with me. "I didn't do it," I mumbled.
She grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me up. "That one guy that was on the cover of your movie just left. He was with that guy with the big feet too, and some other," she whispered now, finishing, "oddballs."
I chuckled. Wow. New York. "1899?" I asked her.
"Wha'? Kate, mom's gonna have it out with the both of us…"
I laughed loudly. "She might SOAK US!" I exclaimed, hopping up and down.
"What the hell?"
"She might SOAK US!" I screamed again. I was so excited! New York! 1899! Wow! I was exactly where I had always wished I could be.
Emmy shook her head. "Right, we gotta find a pay phone." She started walking towards a restaurant I knew and had to love, "Tibby's". She stopped and turned back to me. "Coming?"
My eyes bulged out and I cried, "Emmy! It's 1899! Don't you understand?" Why was she so stubborn? "1899!" I bellowed.
A few people glared at me, some chuckled, and some just stared. "Uh… actually, it's 1900," a passerby informed me.
"1 year after the strike," I noted.
Emmy poked my arm. "Why are you making a scene? You're really acting like a dork," she whispered. She shook her head and walked away without me towards "Tibby's". I was swooning as I ran past her and into the restaurant.
The whole place was different. There weren't any booths. It was all just tables and chairs. It didn't look anything like the set of "Newsies" at all. I was saddened sort of by the way it looked. I saw a familiar old man. It was Tibby. "Wow, he's still old," I pointed out.
Emmy nudged me. She walked up to the man. "Excuse me, may we use your phone? We're kinda lost."
I tilted my head and asked Tibby, "So where are all of the newsies?"
He scratched his head. "Wow," he said, "they haven't been here since last year. They all started eatin' someplace different. I think it's called 'Carlie's Place'. I sure do miss those boys." He walked away, not commenting on Emmy's question about a phone, into the kitchen of the restaurant.
"The lodging house must be close by!" I exclaimed. I ran out f the restaurant.
Emmy caught up. "Hey, don't you think it looks strange? I mean, I've been to New York Kate. The streets aren't like this," she explained.
I stopped and shook my head at her. "Don't you get it? The DVD player skipped and brought us back here or something. Only now it's 1900. In the movie it was 1899. Get it? Got it? Good." I started walking again.
Emmy caught us again and tugged at my shirt. "But why would it be like the movie? It's not like it's real…"
"We got sucked into the MOVIE Emmy. Not 1900. Or 1899. Or whatever. I'm so confuzzled." I scratched my head. I thought out loud, "I thought the lodging house was right by 'Tibby's'."
"It seems as thought you've taken a wrong turn then," Emmy put in, "Unless you're looking for the Brooklyn Bridge…"
"No!" I exclaimed. "I've read enough 'Newsies' fan fiction to know that Brooklyn is not a good place to go at night." Although, I thought to myself, SPOT lives there!
"So now you're listening to the people who write some stupid fiction stories?"
She just doesn't get it. I looked around. I spotted a familiar face, but wasn't sure whether I should be excited or worried. The face belonged to Oscar Delancey.
I started writing chapter three… it's good so far! I like it! So come back soon and I'll post it up for ya! MUAH! And remember… R & R!
I opened my eyes to be blinded by a very bright light. I took my glasses off, rubbing my eyes with my fists. "What happened?" I mumbled.
"A-ha!"
I rolled my eyes behind my shielded eyes. "Great," I mumbled, "Dave is still yapping…"
"I don't yap. Do I?"
I immediately jumped to attention, removing my hand from my eyes, not worrying about the burning light, the sun. There he was---David Jacobs, A.K.A. David Moscow. It was weird. "Uh…" I didn't know what to say. I had only read this stuff in newsie fan fiction stories. Was I really seeing David? "Are you, uh, David Moscow?"
"David, yes, Moscow, no."
I sniffled and realized that, behind me, there were more familiar faces. I leaped up. Jack, Race, Kid Blink, Pie Eater, Swifty… the whole gang! This is much better than Dave! "I… I… ack… I… uh…" I felt my inner parts tighten and all went black as I fainted, hearing one last sentence by Jack, "Gee Dave, ya scared her."
"Kate! Kate!"
My eyes flew open. "Huh! Huh! What? Dave? Wha'?" I rambled.
"Kate, you wouldn't believe the shit you got us into! We're in New York!"
So it happened. Emmy was telling me so. I grinned, excited, but also sad, for some reason, that Emmy was there with me. "I didn't do it," I mumbled.
She grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me up. "That one guy that was on the cover of your movie just left. He was with that guy with the big feet too, and some other," she whispered now, finishing, "oddballs."
I chuckled. Wow. New York. "1899?" I asked her.
"Wha'? Kate, mom's gonna have it out with the both of us…"
I laughed loudly. "She might SOAK US!" I exclaimed, hopping up and down.
"What the hell?"
"She might SOAK US!" I screamed again. I was so excited! New York! 1899! Wow! I was exactly where I had always wished I could be.
Emmy shook her head. "Right, we gotta find a pay phone." She started walking towards a restaurant I knew and had to love, "Tibby's". She stopped and turned back to me. "Coming?"
My eyes bulged out and I cried, "Emmy! It's 1899! Don't you understand?" Why was she so stubborn? "1899!" I bellowed.
A few people glared at me, some chuckled, and some just stared. "Uh… actually, it's 1900," a passerby informed me.
"1 year after the strike," I noted.
Emmy poked my arm. "Why are you making a scene? You're really acting like a dork," she whispered. She shook her head and walked away without me towards "Tibby's". I was swooning as I ran past her and into the restaurant.
The whole place was different. There weren't any booths. It was all just tables and chairs. It didn't look anything like the set of "Newsies" at all. I was saddened sort of by the way it looked. I saw a familiar old man. It was Tibby. "Wow, he's still old," I pointed out.
Emmy nudged me. She walked up to the man. "Excuse me, may we use your phone? We're kinda lost."
I tilted my head and asked Tibby, "So where are all of the newsies?"
He scratched his head. "Wow," he said, "they haven't been here since last year. They all started eatin' someplace different. I think it's called 'Carlie's Place'. I sure do miss those boys." He walked away, not commenting on Emmy's question about a phone, into the kitchen of the restaurant.
"The lodging house must be close by!" I exclaimed. I ran out f the restaurant.
Emmy caught up. "Hey, don't you think it looks strange? I mean, I've been to New York Kate. The streets aren't like this," she explained.
I stopped and shook my head at her. "Don't you get it? The DVD player skipped and brought us back here or something. Only now it's 1900. In the movie it was 1899. Get it? Got it? Good." I started walking again.
Emmy caught us again and tugged at my shirt. "But why would it be like the movie? It's not like it's real…"
"We got sucked into the MOVIE Emmy. Not 1900. Or 1899. Or whatever. I'm so confuzzled." I scratched my head. I thought out loud, "I thought the lodging house was right by 'Tibby's'."
"It seems as thought you've taken a wrong turn then," Emmy put in, "Unless you're looking for the Brooklyn Bridge…"
"No!" I exclaimed. "I've read enough 'Newsies' fan fiction to know that Brooklyn is not a good place to go at night." Although, I thought to myself, SPOT lives there!
"So now you're listening to the people who write some stupid fiction stories?"
She just doesn't get it. I looked around. I spotted a familiar face, but wasn't sure whether I should be excited or worried. The face belonged to Oscar Delancey.
I started writing chapter three… it's good so far! I like it! So come back soon and I'll post it up for ya! MUAH! And remember… R & R!