A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, ff.net kind of messed up my stories
though, because I posted 'The Sweet Life' but it posted as 'The 100 Faces
of Yorkie P' instead. So the reviews are all over the place :P. Weird.
Disclaimer: I won the unrecognizable. Lmao, I mean own.
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October 16, 1899
I think BlondeBeard is stalking me. I am afraid for my life. All right, I'm not exactly ready to keel over at this moment, but I'm quite confused.
Yesterday, I thought Blondie (I've given him a pet name.) was annoyed or angry with me. But this morning he sold his newspapers on a corner near my selling spot, and kept looking over at me.
Funny how things work out.
With that, something cold suddenly banged into me from behind.
'Watch out you street rat!' A nasal voice screeched. My hands immediately flew up to my ears to block the awful voice, it sounded as though a thousand crying rats were being run over by a carriage.
I turned to look in the direction of the voice. A middle-aged woman wearing only the finest of fine clothing, all deep plum, was scowling. Her hat was tilted at an angry angle. A small white box was lying desolately at her feet, the contents spilled everywhere.
She snapped her kid-gloved fingers and a short, stubby man rushed to pick up the box. The mid afternoon sun gleamed off his bald head. 'Like an over polished shoe.' I mused, while smiling to myself.
The woman snarled at me, "What are you grinning about, you clumsy fool? Can't you see I'm Mrs. Pulitzer, wife to Pulitzer himself?" Her eyes narrowed like a cat's. She sighed exasperated at the man picking up her box and kicked him in the rear end. "Hurry it up!" Mrs. Pulitzer barked.
The man turned crimson and stood up quickly, the box nearly squashed to death by his shaking hands.
She turned back to me, "Did you hear me, child?"
I was certainly not fond of her attitude, not at all! I swung my basket of flowers over my shoulder and remarked, "Well, la dee da! I'm Yorkie Palacio but I don't go around running into innocent orphans do I?" With that I turned on my heel and walked off.
I heard Mrs. Pulitzer gasp in shock, and just to spite her I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her over my shoulder.
The sour woman sputtered some orders to her feeble bald assistant and shook her fist with rage at me.
I laughed and ran into an alley. I leaned against the brick wall trying to catch my breath. The look on her face was worth more than a roomful of chocolate cake to a hungry kid.
The hollow sound of footsteps distracted me from my victory. BlondeBeard had joined me in the alley and was grinning.
"Dat was really brave." He smirked, leaning against the wall next to me. I smiled at him. He smiled back.
"I. uh. bettah get back ta sellin'..." He sighed, "Actually," He stopped at the end of the alley, "Whaddya say about meetin' me at Medda's tonight?"
I nodded though I had no idea what a Medda was. He grinned and left.
~*~*~
And here I am. In front of Irving Hall where the famed Medda is. I discovered what a Medda was after inquiring a dirty looking man with a vast smile.
"Ya can find her at Irvin' Hall." He had explained, pointing me in the right direction. "Ya can catch her eight o' clock show if ya hurry."
I looked up the enormous picture of this Medda, she looked like the kind of person my mother had warned me about. Her eyes were heavily made up, and her smile was a mere smirk.
I would have stayed to investigate the sign longer, but a throng of boys pushed past me into the Hall, not once saying 'Pardon me.'
As soon as the door swung open, a cheery tune blasted out into the street. I peered inside and saw a brightly lit stage, each seat filled.
BlondeBeard noticed me. Pulling me inside, he started to introduce me to almost the entire hall. He seemed to know everyone, I suppose pirates are quite popular amongst newsboys.
He sat me down at a table with a few other boys, they gaped at me for a moment then turned back to the stage and sung along with the music.
I noticed that Medda herself was on the stage, singing and dancing.
A drink was plunked in front of me, the brown liquid nearly spilling over the edge. I picked it up and sniffed it, it smelled strange.
BlondeBeard (Who introduced himself as Kid Blink) noticed this, and explained it was beer. My conscience started to whisper in the back of my head, arguing with my mind that I shouldn't drink it. Mother had told me to stay away from alcohol.
I looked over my shoulder, half expecting mother to be there with a rolling pin, but she was nowhere in sight. I picked up the glass and took a deep drink. The liquid ran down my throat, a pleasant feeling.
Another beer was set in front of me. In a short matter of time, that drink disappeared. Then another was gone. And another, and another.
Suddenly, everything seemed very funny. I started to giggle, so loudly BlondeBeard looked at me with surprise. That made me laugh even louder.
I leaped up from my chair and ran onto the stage, dancing like a fool. Medda looked offended at first, but soon started to laugh. The audience laughed with her.
Egged on by their laughter, I started to sing. I felt dizzy with joy, and jumped forward, landing face first on the wooden floor. I giggled and slid off the stage. The floor greeted me with a warm hello on my bottom.
Someone picked me up by the waist and swung me around. I laughed more and more, until finally, I started to feel sick. Someone else took a turn swinging me around. A tint of green shaded my face and in the middle of a swing in the air I.
Well, I. threw up.
A dizzy headache raged in my head, but I ignored it. I looked over at the door and saw a strange man with an eye patch and a black beard, waving a sword around ferociously. He grinned like a maniac at me, his golden teeth glittering.
I pointed at the man who seemed to be multiplying right before me and shouted, "It's the captain! Run, BlondeBeard! He'll try to make you walk the plank!" then fainted.
----- From Derby: Remember, kids, drinking is bad and I don't encourage it. Anyway, hope you all like this chappie ^_^
Disclaimer: I won the unrecognizable. Lmao, I mean own.
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October 16, 1899
I think BlondeBeard is stalking me. I am afraid for my life. All right, I'm not exactly ready to keel over at this moment, but I'm quite confused.
Yesterday, I thought Blondie (I've given him a pet name.) was annoyed or angry with me. But this morning he sold his newspapers on a corner near my selling spot, and kept looking over at me.
Funny how things work out.
With that, something cold suddenly banged into me from behind.
'Watch out you street rat!' A nasal voice screeched. My hands immediately flew up to my ears to block the awful voice, it sounded as though a thousand crying rats were being run over by a carriage.
I turned to look in the direction of the voice. A middle-aged woman wearing only the finest of fine clothing, all deep plum, was scowling. Her hat was tilted at an angry angle. A small white box was lying desolately at her feet, the contents spilled everywhere.
She snapped her kid-gloved fingers and a short, stubby man rushed to pick up the box. The mid afternoon sun gleamed off his bald head. 'Like an over polished shoe.' I mused, while smiling to myself.
The woman snarled at me, "What are you grinning about, you clumsy fool? Can't you see I'm Mrs. Pulitzer, wife to Pulitzer himself?" Her eyes narrowed like a cat's. She sighed exasperated at the man picking up her box and kicked him in the rear end. "Hurry it up!" Mrs. Pulitzer barked.
The man turned crimson and stood up quickly, the box nearly squashed to death by his shaking hands.
She turned back to me, "Did you hear me, child?"
I was certainly not fond of her attitude, not at all! I swung my basket of flowers over my shoulder and remarked, "Well, la dee da! I'm Yorkie Palacio but I don't go around running into innocent orphans do I?" With that I turned on my heel and walked off.
I heard Mrs. Pulitzer gasp in shock, and just to spite her I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her over my shoulder.
The sour woman sputtered some orders to her feeble bald assistant and shook her fist with rage at me.
I laughed and ran into an alley. I leaned against the brick wall trying to catch my breath. The look on her face was worth more than a roomful of chocolate cake to a hungry kid.
The hollow sound of footsteps distracted me from my victory. BlondeBeard had joined me in the alley and was grinning.
"Dat was really brave." He smirked, leaning against the wall next to me. I smiled at him. He smiled back.
"I. uh. bettah get back ta sellin'..." He sighed, "Actually," He stopped at the end of the alley, "Whaddya say about meetin' me at Medda's tonight?"
I nodded though I had no idea what a Medda was. He grinned and left.
~*~*~
And here I am. In front of Irving Hall where the famed Medda is. I discovered what a Medda was after inquiring a dirty looking man with a vast smile.
"Ya can find her at Irvin' Hall." He had explained, pointing me in the right direction. "Ya can catch her eight o' clock show if ya hurry."
I looked up the enormous picture of this Medda, she looked like the kind of person my mother had warned me about. Her eyes were heavily made up, and her smile was a mere smirk.
I would have stayed to investigate the sign longer, but a throng of boys pushed past me into the Hall, not once saying 'Pardon me.'
As soon as the door swung open, a cheery tune blasted out into the street. I peered inside and saw a brightly lit stage, each seat filled.
BlondeBeard noticed me. Pulling me inside, he started to introduce me to almost the entire hall. He seemed to know everyone, I suppose pirates are quite popular amongst newsboys.
He sat me down at a table with a few other boys, they gaped at me for a moment then turned back to the stage and sung along with the music.
I noticed that Medda herself was on the stage, singing and dancing.
A drink was plunked in front of me, the brown liquid nearly spilling over the edge. I picked it up and sniffed it, it smelled strange.
BlondeBeard (Who introduced himself as Kid Blink) noticed this, and explained it was beer. My conscience started to whisper in the back of my head, arguing with my mind that I shouldn't drink it. Mother had told me to stay away from alcohol.
I looked over my shoulder, half expecting mother to be there with a rolling pin, but she was nowhere in sight. I picked up the glass and took a deep drink. The liquid ran down my throat, a pleasant feeling.
Another beer was set in front of me. In a short matter of time, that drink disappeared. Then another was gone. And another, and another.
Suddenly, everything seemed very funny. I started to giggle, so loudly BlondeBeard looked at me with surprise. That made me laugh even louder.
I leaped up from my chair and ran onto the stage, dancing like a fool. Medda looked offended at first, but soon started to laugh. The audience laughed with her.
Egged on by their laughter, I started to sing. I felt dizzy with joy, and jumped forward, landing face first on the wooden floor. I giggled and slid off the stage. The floor greeted me with a warm hello on my bottom.
Someone picked me up by the waist and swung me around. I laughed more and more, until finally, I started to feel sick. Someone else took a turn swinging me around. A tint of green shaded my face and in the middle of a swing in the air I.
Well, I. threw up.
A dizzy headache raged in my head, but I ignored it. I looked over at the door and saw a strange man with an eye patch and a black beard, waving a sword around ferociously. He grinned like a maniac at me, his golden teeth glittering.
I pointed at the man who seemed to be multiplying right before me and shouted, "It's the captain! Run, BlondeBeard! He'll try to make you walk the plank!" then fainted.
----- From Derby: Remember, kids, drinking is bad and I don't encourage it. Anyway, hope you all like this chappie ^_^