Chapter Two- There's dat weird goil again!
Jennie smiled to herself as she climbed down the fire escape. She jumped into the alley and snuck past a group of women chatting about this and that, leapt over a box of fish, dodged through some trash cans, and made her way to Duane Street, which the Newsies' lodging house was on. She traveled this route almost every day, so she knew all the twists and turns on the ways there. After a few more minutes of walking, she reached the Corner of Duane Street. Jennie leaned up against a building and peered out past it. There they were. The newsies had just started out to the Distribution Office at the usual time. She leaned out more to get a better look, but as one of the newsies' heads turned towards her, she stepped back.
"Hey Mush, there's dat weird goil again!" said a newsie that had noticed her. He appeared to be six but is really about 10, with light brown hair and big blue eyes. "Yeah Mug. Why d'ya think she's always around heah?" the other boy said. He had Dark, curly, brown hair and his eyes where a strange kind of hazel. He too, appeared to be about six, but that was his real age. "Hey guys! That goils back again!" Mug McGee called, turning to the boys that had already started off. A few of them abandoned the group and walked over to the two boys.
"I wonder why she's always watchin' us all da time," said one of the boys who, judging by the packs shoved in his pockets, loved peanuts. "Dats cuz she likes ya, Boys!" Said another boy, much taller then the others, who wore a cowboy hat and a scarf around his neck. The boys frowned and stuck their tongues out. "A goil? Blah!" the cried, making gagging noises. Jack, the tallest boy, shook his head and led the boys back on their way to the Distribution center.
Jennie leaned forward again, in time to see the newsies head off. "Time to make my way to Central Park," she thought. It was in Central Park that most of the boys sold their papes.
Jennie smiled to herself as she climbed down the fire escape. She jumped into the alley and snuck past a group of women chatting about this and that, leapt over a box of fish, dodged through some trash cans, and made her way to Duane Street, which the Newsies' lodging house was on. She traveled this route almost every day, so she knew all the twists and turns on the ways there. After a few more minutes of walking, she reached the Corner of Duane Street. Jennie leaned up against a building and peered out past it. There they were. The newsies had just started out to the Distribution Office at the usual time. She leaned out more to get a better look, but as one of the newsies' heads turned towards her, she stepped back.
"Hey Mush, there's dat weird goil again!" said a newsie that had noticed her. He appeared to be six but is really about 10, with light brown hair and big blue eyes. "Yeah Mug. Why d'ya think she's always around heah?" the other boy said. He had Dark, curly, brown hair and his eyes where a strange kind of hazel. He too, appeared to be about six, but that was his real age. "Hey guys! That goils back again!" Mug McGee called, turning to the boys that had already started off. A few of them abandoned the group and walked over to the two boys.
"I wonder why she's always watchin' us all da time," said one of the boys who, judging by the packs shoved in his pockets, loved peanuts. "Dats cuz she likes ya, Boys!" Said another boy, much taller then the others, who wore a cowboy hat and a scarf around his neck. The boys frowned and stuck their tongues out. "A goil? Blah!" the cried, making gagging noises. Jack, the tallest boy, shook his head and led the boys back on their way to the Distribution center.
Jennie leaned forward again, in time to see the newsies head off. "Time to make my way to Central Park," she thought. It was in Central Park that most of the boys sold their papes.
