Author's Note: A-hem. Spark, I do thank you for your comments (maybe ()
Except, the reason she doesn't think they are confusing her with her
brother is as follows:
1. As far as she knows her brother is dead or still living with their mother far away.
2. Spot? Where did that come from? Michael is her brother's name.
3. etc.
Anyways, so those are my reasons. I'd also like to thank ffdfd, Raven, Gypsy, Singah, e Maureen, Blaze, silversapphire, Rae Kelly, and Gloria. You guys give me motivation to write, thanks!
CHAPTER 7:
Michaela gulped. Dis does not look good. Wait a second…Conlon? What in da- her thoughts were interrupted by the blonde boy.
"Spot?" Spinz and the rest of the Brooklyn newsies were looking at Michaela pleadingly. Michaela cleared her throat and walked over to them.
"Uh, guys, look. I'm not sure who you t'ink I am, but I'm not Spot."
The Queens newsies snickered and several "coward" and "told ya" 's were heard. The Brooklyn gang, however, looked at each other nervously.
Spinz stepped forward and whispered urgently. "Spot, I know yer mad, but we have ta fight in dis. Youse can soak me later, but please help."
Michaela sighed resignedly. I'm gonna regret dis. "Fine." She pulled out her slingshot and fingered her knife. Dis may get messy.
***
Spot held his head in his hands. Hereby sentenced to three years in the House of Refuge for disruptive and criminal behavior.
Stealin' a woman's purse. I can't believe it. It's one t'ing ta get accused a somet'ing you did, but quite anudder ta get in trouble fer somet'ing you didn't. Whoever made dem put me in heah is gonna get soaked when I'se get out. Spot's eyes glittered angrily as he imagined the numerous ways of dealing with this person.
***
Michaela and Fists swiped at each other, both bleeding in various places. Over the last two hours the Brooklyn newsies had only a slight advantage because of their slingshots, size, and fierce 'leader'.
'Spot' was a bit more classy and controlled in his fighting today. It seemed he had planned every move, yet he was also a bit clumsier, as if not quite accustomed to fighting in groups. One on one no one could beat him, but when there were several against him he seemed a bit stretched.
Nonetheless, the Brooklyn newsies persevered. Michaela wiped her bloody mouth and glanced around the street. Darn it! Michaela pulled her hat farther down on her head as she spotted the Bulls coming towards them. What is wit' dem taday? Dey're everywhere!
"Da Bulls! Cheese it!" The cry was taken up on both sides as newsies scattered every which way.
Fists shook his fist at Michaela as he sprinted away, "Dis ain't ovah, Brooklyn!"
Michaela scrambled over boxes and clung to the side of a building. She crawled up the walls and swung herself onto the rooftop where she could see the results of the police interruption on their fight.
Several boys managed to twist out of the officers' hands and outrun them. Most were safely away, but Michaela's eyes settled on a small blonde boy. Recognition lit and she remembered the blonde boy with the slice underneath his eye that had apologized earlier to her. What was his name? Kix?
Michaela watched as the poor guy was rounded up and hauled off, no doubt to the Refuge.
***
Kix struggled against the hands that grabbed him. "Let go a me!"
He looked around wildly for Spot or Spinz. He noticed Spinz hiding in some shadows and looked pleadingly at him. Spinz held up two fingers, his index and his middle finger, and put them together like scissors.
Kix nodded imperceptibly and stopped struggling. They would rescue him later that night.
***
Clips and Spinz moved out of the shadows several minutes after the Bulls had left. Brooklyn newsies reappeared from the directions they had vanished into minutes before. Spinz looked around for Spot, and noticed him on the roof beginning to slink away. "Spot!"
Michaela muttered in annoyance. "I did my part. I fought wit' dem in dat stupid battle. Can't dey just leave me alone?"
She stopped crawling away reluctantly and dropped down from the roof. She stood defensively in front of the gang, arms crossed. "What now?"
Spinz raised an eyebrow at his leader's tone, but didn't comment. "I signaled Kix we'd get him out from the Refuge tanight."
Several minutes passed in silence. Michaela shrugged uneasily under the attention she was receiving and sighed. "Fine. We'll get him out latah tanight, in a couple of hours. It's too early now. All a you bettah go get cleaned up, cause if any of us get caught tanight, Snyder won't help youse heal, I can guarantee dat."
***
Spot tapped his fingers impatiently on the floor. You'd t'ink da Brooklyn newsies wouldn't take dis long ta get dere own leadah out. C'mon guys, hurry up!
***
Snyder opened the door of Spot's 'cell' and shoved Kix inside. Kix caught himself from falling, and glared at Snyder as he shut and locked it.
Kix sighed and turned around. He squinted at the figure sitting on the floor in the corner.
"Spot!"
Spot looked up, startled. Kix? What's he doin' heah? Why's he bleadin'?
"Spot! I didn't know dey got youse too! Dose stupid Bulls!" Kix shook his fist and paced in front of his leader. "Man! And dey interrupted, too! We almost won the fight! Da Queen newsies were all on da ground, and you almost had finished off Fists!"
Spot's eyes grew narrower as Kix talked. "So how'd you get in heah, Spot? It doesn't mattah. Spinz said he'd get us out latah tanight, den we can go finish our fight, and da Queens newsies won't know what hit 'em!" Kix chuckled in satisfaction, glancing down at Spot.
His expression grew worried as he noticed the grim line Spot's mouth was in, and the set look in his eyes. Kix backed up slightly as Spot slowly stood up, and swinging out his fist, connected with Kix's jaw.
AN- *hums merrily, ignoring glares sent by readers*
1. As far as she knows her brother is dead or still living with their mother far away.
2. Spot? Where did that come from? Michael is her brother's name.
3. etc.
Anyways, so those are my reasons. I'd also like to thank ffdfd, Raven, Gypsy, Singah, e Maureen, Blaze, silversapphire, Rae Kelly, and Gloria. You guys give me motivation to write, thanks!
CHAPTER 7:
Michaela gulped. Dis does not look good. Wait a second…Conlon? What in da- her thoughts were interrupted by the blonde boy.
"Spot?" Spinz and the rest of the Brooklyn newsies were looking at Michaela pleadingly. Michaela cleared her throat and walked over to them.
"Uh, guys, look. I'm not sure who you t'ink I am, but I'm not Spot."
The Queens newsies snickered and several "coward" and "told ya" 's were heard. The Brooklyn gang, however, looked at each other nervously.
Spinz stepped forward and whispered urgently. "Spot, I know yer mad, but we have ta fight in dis. Youse can soak me later, but please help."
Michaela sighed resignedly. I'm gonna regret dis. "Fine." She pulled out her slingshot and fingered her knife. Dis may get messy.
***
Spot held his head in his hands. Hereby sentenced to three years in the House of Refuge for disruptive and criminal behavior.
Stealin' a woman's purse. I can't believe it. It's one t'ing ta get accused a somet'ing you did, but quite anudder ta get in trouble fer somet'ing you didn't. Whoever made dem put me in heah is gonna get soaked when I'se get out. Spot's eyes glittered angrily as he imagined the numerous ways of dealing with this person.
***
Michaela and Fists swiped at each other, both bleeding in various places. Over the last two hours the Brooklyn newsies had only a slight advantage because of their slingshots, size, and fierce 'leader'.
'Spot' was a bit more classy and controlled in his fighting today. It seemed he had planned every move, yet he was also a bit clumsier, as if not quite accustomed to fighting in groups. One on one no one could beat him, but when there were several against him he seemed a bit stretched.
Nonetheless, the Brooklyn newsies persevered. Michaela wiped her bloody mouth and glanced around the street. Darn it! Michaela pulled her hat farther down on her head as she spotted the Bulls coming towards them. What is wit' dem taday? Dey're everywhere!
"Da Bulls! Cheese it!" The cry was taken up on both sides as newsies scattered every which way.
Fists shook his fist at Michaela as he sprinted away, "Dis ain't ovah, Brooklyn!"
Michaela scrambled over boxes and clung to the side of a building. She crawled up the walls and swung herself onto the rooftop where she could see the results of the police interruption on their fight.
Several boys managed to twist out of the officers' hands and outrun them. Most were safely away, but Michaela's eyes settled on a small blonde boy. Recognition lit and she remembered the blonde boy with the slice underneath his eye that had apologized earlier to her. What was his name? Kix?
Michaela watched as the poor guy was rounded up and hauled off, no doubt to the Refuge.
***
Kix struggled against the hands that grabbed him. "Let go a me!"
He looked around wildly for Spot or Spinz. He noticed Spinz hiding in some shadows and looked pleadingly at him. Spinz held up two fingers, his index and his middle finger, and put them together like scissors.
Kix nodded imperceptibly and stopped struggling. They would rescue him later that night.
***
Clips and Spinz moved out of the shadows several minutes after the Bulls had left. Brooklyn newsies reappeared from the directions they had vanished into minutes before. Spinz looked around for Spot, and noticed him on the roof beginning to slink away. "Spot!"
Michaela muttered in annoyance. "I did my part. I fought wit' dem in dat stupid battle. Can't dey just leave me alone?"
She stopped crawling away reluctantly and dropped down from the roof. She stood defensively in front of the gang, arms crossed. "What now?"
Spinz raised an eyebrow at his leader's tone, but didn't comment. "I signaled Kix we'd get him out from the Refuge tanight."
Several minutes passed in silence. Michaela shrugged uneasily under the attention she was receiving and sighed. "Fine. We'll get him out latah tanight, in a couple of hours. It's too early now. All a you bettah go get cleaned up, cause if any of us get caught tanight, Snyder won't help youse heal, I can guarantee dat."
***
Spot tapped his fingers impatiently on the floor. You'd t'ink da Brooklyn newsies wouldn't take dis long ta get dere own leadah out. C'mon guys, hurry up!
***
Snyder opened the door of Spot's 'cell' and shoved Kix inside. Kix caught himself from falling, and glared at Snyder as he shut and locked it.
Kix sighed and turned around. He squinted at the figure sitting on the floor in the corner.
"Spot!"
Spot looked up, startled. Kix? What's he doin' heah? Why's he bleadin'?
"Spot! I didn't know dey got youse too! Dose stupid Bulls!" Kix shook his fist and paced in front of his leader. "Man! And dey interrupted, too! We almost won the fight! Da Queen newsies were all on da ground, and you almost had finished off Fists!"
Spot's eyes grew narrower as Kix talked. "So how'd you get in heah, Spot? It doesn't mattah. Spinz said he'd get us out latah tanight, den we can go finish our fight, and da Queens newsies won't know what hit 'em!" Kix chuckled in satisfaction, glancing down at Spot.
His expression grew worried as he noticed the grim line Spot's mouth was in, and the set look in his eyes. Kix backed up slightly as Spot slowly stood up, and swinging out his fist, connected with Kix's jaw.
AN- *hums merrily, ignoring glares sent by readers*
