Chapter 9:
Spinz spun around and looked at Spot. Spot scowled, "Well, whaddaya waitin' fer? Get me out a heah! Clips, go round up da uddah newsies, we hafta catch dat imposter!"
Spinz muttered to Clips before he dashed away, "I knew him lettin' me be in charge wouldn't last."
Spot raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "What was dat?"
"Nut'in'." Clips said, scrambling onto the roof.
Spot smirked, "I thought not. Hurry up!"
Spinz worked on the bars with his knife. "Heah we go! All aboard da Newsie Express!"
Spot leapt out and scaled the wall in a second, disappearing into the night, the last thing he heard being, "Hey Kix, what happened to yer eye?"
***
Michaela ran through the street, knocking people out of the way in her path. The face of Spot had reminded her too much of her brother. Memories were flashing through her head too quickly to stop them, and she had no idea where she was headed, as long as she got away from the memories and the pain.
"Young lady, eat your food properly. This orphanage is not for street rats with no manners."
*FLASH*
"You refuse to tell us your name, you don't know where you live, you fight with the boys, you use slang, and one year here with us hasn't changed you one bit. You are not a young lady, you are a rascal, not fit to train into a proper young lady. You are not welcome here."
*FLASH*
"Kid, youse said you wanted ta loin how ta fight, stand still."
*FLASH*
"Kid, use yer fists, yer nails won't help youse every time."
*FLASH*
"Kid, get rid of da slingshot! Slingshots are no good if youse ain't in Brooklyn."
*FLASH*
"Kid, youse a great fightah, you've been wit' me fer da last 6 months. Go get 'em, tiger."
*FLASH*
"I hereby sentence you to 3 years in the House of Refuge, in the hopes that you may grow into an intelligent young woman who is useful to society."
*FLASH*
"Hey, goily, youse in da refuge cause you don't know how ta steal. Watch dis. See? Dat warden didn't even notice. Now youse try."
*FLASH*
"Goily, are youse still heah? It's been 4 years already. Dey don't remember youse. Come wit' me. I'll help youse escape."
*FLASH*
"Bye, goily. See youse latah!"
*FLASH*
"Michaela! I'm sorry! You can't leave, you love me. Stay."`
*FLASH*
"Fine then! But don't come back begging me to love you again! Stay out!"
*FLASH*
"Heya. Me name's Boxer, dese are my newsies. What's yer name? Alright Tim, welcome ta da Harlem newsies."
*FLASH*
"Youse a goil!"
*FLASH*
"C'mon! Get her, Boxer!"
"Whatcha waiting fer?! Soak her!"
!****SLAM****!
Spot cleared his throat for the attention of his newsies. "ShADDUP! Alright, listen up. Somewhere around heah is a guy pretendin' ta be me. I'll deal wit' da rest of youse when we're done, but fer now we have ta find dis poison. Split up and spread out, meet at da Lodgin' House at midnight." The newsies scattered. Spot headed off by himself.
***
Michaela fell to the ground. Pain, she thought, lots of pain. She looked up sourly, a mean insult on the tip of her tongue. It died quickly and her face changed into an expression of self-pity as she mouthed, "Why me?"
Fists hit the club against the palm of his hand, smirking. "Looky what we have heah. Da little Brooklyn leadah. Maybe he wants ta help us fix up his home. Den we can wait fer his little friends."
Michaela grinned fakely up at him, "Uh, no, actually, I think I'll pass this time. Really. I don't mind...ow!"
To be continued
AN- I actually feel like I'm getting' where I want to go on dis story….it's quite satisfyin'!
Spinz spun around and looked at Spot. Spot scowled, "Well, whaddaya waitin' fer? Get me out a heah! Clips, go round up da uddah newsies, we hafta catch dat imposter!"
Spinz muttered to Clips before he dashed away, "I knew him lettin' me be in charge wouldn't last."
Spot raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "What was dat?"
"Nut'in'." Clips said, scrambling onto the roof.
Spot smirked, "I thought not. Hurry up!"
Spinz worked on the bars with his knife. "Heah we go! All aboard da Newsie Express!"
Spot leapt out and scaled the wall in a second, disappearing into the night, the last thing he heard being, "Hey Kix, what happened to yer eye?"
***
Michaela ran through the street, knocking people out of the way in her path. The face of Spot had reminded her too much of her brother. Memories were flashing through her head too quickly to stop them, and she had no idea where she was headed, as long as she got away from the memories and the pain.
"Young lady, eat your food properly. This orphanage is not for street rats with no manners."
*FLASH*
"You refuse to tell us your name, you don't know where you live, you fight with the boys, you use slang, and one year here with us hasn't changed you one bit. You are not a young lady, you are a rascal, not fit to train into a proper young lady. You are not welcome here."
*FLASH*
"Kid, youse said you wanted ta loin how ta fight, stand still."
*FLASH*
"Kid, use yer fists, yer nails won't help youse every time."
*FLASH*
"Kid, get rid of da slingshot! Slingshots are no good if youse ain't in Brooklyn."
*FLASH*
"Kid, youse a great fightah, you've been wit' me fer da last 6 months. Go get 'em, tiger."
*FLASH*
"I hereby sentence you to 3 years in the House of Refuge, in the hopes that you may grow into an intelligent young woman who is useful to society."
*FLASH*
"Hey, goily, youse in da refuge cause you don't know how ta steal. Watch dis. See? Dat warden didn't even notice. Now youse try."
*FLASH*
"Goily, are youse still heah? It's been 4 years already. Dey don't remember youse. Come wit' me. I'll help youse escape."
*FLASH*
"Bye, goily. See youse latah!"
*FLASH*
"Michaela! I'm sorry! You can't leave, you love me. Stay."`
*FLASH*
"Fine then! But don't come back begging me to love you again! Stay out!"
*FLASH*
"Heya. Me name's Boxer, dese are my newsies. What's yer name? Alright Tim, welcome ta da Harlem newsies."
*FLASH*
"Youse a goil!"
*FLASH*
"C'mon! Get her, Boxer!"
"Whatcha waiting fer?! Soak her!"
!****SLAM****!
Spot cleared his throat for the attention of his newsies. "ShADDUP! Alright, listen up. Somewhere around heah is a guy pretendin' ta be me. I'll deal wit' da rest of youse when we're done, but fer now we have ta find dis poison. Split up and spread out, meet at da Lodgin' House at midnight." The newsies scattered. Spot headed off by himself.
***
Michaela fell to the ground. Pain, she thought, lots of pain. She looked up sourly, a mean insult on the tip of her tongue. It died quickly and her face changed into an expression of self-pity as she mouthed, "Why me?"
Fists hit the club against the palm of his hand, smirking. "Looky what we have heah. Da little Brooklyn leadah. Maybe he wants ta help us fix up his home. Den we can wait fer his little friends."
Michaela grinned fakely up at him, "Uh, no, actually, I think I'll pass this time. Really. I don't mind...ow!"
To be continued
AN- I actually feel like I'm getting' where I want to go on dis story….it's quite satisfyin'!
