Everything You Want
By: Tinamari E. Coleman
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The song this is based around is not mine, as you should already know. While I do not know who wrote it, I give full credit to them, whomever they may be (. Oh yes, I did change the song a little in the last verse, as you will see in the last chapter. THIS IS NOT A MOVIE CHARACTER STORY! I own all the characters in this story, do NOT use them with out my permission. My e-mail is broadwayjellicle@netscape.net if interested. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One: The Return
Blister stood solemnly outside of the old, brick factory. Only a few strikers followed her now. It had been a month-long strike, pretty good for a bunch of teenage girls. So many things had caused it, the strikers who once stood tall behind Blister could hardly remember what they were fighting for. But Blister never forgot. How could she after the endless days of torture they had all gone through? Slaving feverishly over the machines, working so hard their sweat turned to blood. From 6:00 to 10:00, the girls worked a 16 hour shift, with a five minute break every hour and a thirty minute lunch. But it wasn't just this that had driven the girls to strike. So many other things had contributed to the whole mess, unfair pay, bad treatment, no health policies.The girls deserved more.
But now, only a small band of workers still stood behind Blister, who had led them in the strike. Most of the girls had gone back to work, for the ones that continued striking were fired. It seemed as if today would be the end, and all of this was certain when a tall, dark man dressed in a fancy suit escorted Blister up to the top of the factory to have a little chat with the boss. Blister looked at the man with disgust as he lead her into the building. Here he was, buying fancy clothing while the rest of them could barely afford food. She had quite the hard time resisting to spit on those perfectly shined shoes of his.
The man sneered at her, as he showed her into the office. Behind a large, oak desk sat Mr. Kingsley, the boss of the place. He puffed a dark cigar and wore his hat tipped forward slightly, trying to look tough. "So.Blister. How's the strike coming? Not very good, I see." he said in his deep, scratchy voice. He smirked at her and she kept a blank, bored look on her face. "In fact.so many of your strikers have come back to work for me, it seems unnecessary to strike anymore. You've all already been fired, anyway. So it won't make much difference."
Blister glared at him with a deep hatred. After a minute of silence, she spoke. "Alright, boss. Me and my friend's will back off. But others will take our place, this won't be the last time someone fights for what's right." She said. Then, Blister smiled strangely and leaned over his desk, taking the cigar from his mouth and putting it in her own, taking a deep puff. "See you in hell, Mr. Kingsley." She said with a smile, as she turned and left the factory for the last time.
..............
About an hour later, Blister sat alone on a barrel in the middle of an alley, finnally taking in what had just really happened. She had just come from her apartment, which she had shared with four other girls who worked at the factory. They had all gone back to work, and with no more money coming in, Blister had taken her things and left. Now here she was, nothing left with her but a few cents and her only belongings in an old knapsack by her side. Burying her head in her hands, she let out a deep sigh. What was she going to do? Then.it hit her. No, she couldn't do that. She swore to herself she'd never go back. But the money was good.. "Stop thinking about it!" Blister said to herself. But she couldn't help it.the only time she had ever made a decent living was doing this.but it would bring back so many memories.
Blister looked around her. She couldn't stay here, in this alley, forever. It was time for her to put the past behind her.she needed to go back. She needed to go back to Brooklyn Newsies Lodging House.
By: Tinamari E. Coleman
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The song this is based around is not mine, as you should already know. While I do not know who wrote it, I give full credit to them, whomever they may be (. Oh yes, I did change the song a little in the last verse, as you will see in the last chapter. THIS IS NOT A MOVIE CHARACTER STORY! I own all the characters in this story, do NOT use them with out my permission. My e-mail is broadwayjellicle@netscape.net if interested. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One: The Return
Blister stood solemnly outside of the old, brick factory. Only a few strikers followed her now. It had been a month-long strike, pretty good for a bunch of teenage girls. So many things had caused it, the strikers who once stood tall behind Blister could hardly remember what they were fighting for. But Blister never forgot. How could she after the endless days of torture they had all gone through? Slaving feverishly over the machines, working so hard their sweat turned to blood. From 6:00 to 10:00, the girls worked a 16 hour shift, with a five minute break every hour and a thirty minute lunch. But it wasn't just this that had driven the girls to strike. So many other things had contributed to the whole mess, unfair pay, bad treatment, no health policies.The girls deserved more.
But now, only a small band of workers still stood behind Blister, who had led them in the strike. Most of the girls had gone back to work, for the ones that continued striking were fired. It seemed as if today would be the end, and all of this was certain when a tall, dark man dressed in a fancy suit escorted Blister up to the top of the factory to have a little chat with the boss. Blister looked at the man with disgust as he lead her into the building. Here he was, buying fancy clothing while the rest of them could barely afford food. She had quite the hard time resisting to spit on those perfectly shined shoes of his.
The man sneered at her, as he showed her into the office. Behind a large, oak desk sat Mr. Kingsley, the boss of the place. He puffed a dark cigar and wore his hat tipped forward slightly, trying to look tough. "So.Blister. How's the strike coming? Not very good, I see." he said in his deep, scratchy voice. He smirked at her and she kept a blank, bored look on her face. "In fact.so many of your strikers have come back to work for me, it seems unnecessary to strike anymore. You've all already been fired, anyway. So it won't make much difference."
Blister glared at him with a deep hatred. After a minute of silence, she spoke. "Alright, boss. Me and my friend's will back off. But others will take our place, this won't be the last time someone fights for what's right." She said. Then, Blister smiled strangely and leaned over his desk, taking the cigar from his mouth and putting it in her own, taking a deep puff. "See you in hell, Mr. Kingsley." She said with a smile, as she turned and left the factory for the last time.
..............
About an hour later, Blister sat alone on a barrel in the middle of an alley, finnally taking in what had just really happened. She had just come from her apartment, which she had shared with four other girls who worked at the factory. They had all gone back to work, and with no more money coming in, Blister had taken her things and left. Now here she was, nothing left with her but a few cents and her only belongings in an old knapsack by her side. Burying her head in her hands, she let out a deep sigh. What was she going to do? Then.it hit her. No, she couldn't do that. She swore to herself she'd never go back. But the money was good.. "Stop thinking about it!" Blister said to herself. But she couldn't help it.the only time she had ever made a decent living was doing this.but it would bring back so many memories.
Blister looked around her. She couldn't stay here, in this alley, forever. It was time for her to put the past behind her.she needed to go back. She needed to go back to Brooklyn Newsies Lodging House.