A/N: Believe it or not, I'm NOT dead! Yep, that's right I am still
alive. Anymoo, I'm FINALLY updating (woo, I'm caps-happy today!) HURRAH!
Thanks to the reviewers, you guys are TRES, TRES sooper.
Disclaimer: Yorkie is mine (she is my slave, mush ha ha) and that's it.
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October 17, 1899
I think there is a large mammal standing on my head.
Oh never mind, it's just a headache from the night before.
The night before. The words echoed through my mind. I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was. My vision was blurry as though someone had sat a wooly sheep onto my eyes.
Suddenly, BlondeBeard was standing over me. I wondered for a brief moment if he had taken me aboard a ship and was going to whisk me away to some romantic island.
"Yorkie?" I looked up. There was my mother, next to BlondeBeard calling my name.
I screamed, nearly jumping out of whatever I was wearing (I cannot recall what it was) and promptly smacked my head against a bunk bed above me.
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"You'se ok, kid?" It was BlondeBeard again. I looked past him in fear, searching for my mother. There was no trace of her anywhere.
"I'm fine, thank you Mr. Beard." I replied, still wondering where my mother was and where I was for a matter of fact.
Blondie looked confused, "Mistah. what?" He took a seat on the edge of my bunk, which I later discovered was in the Newsboy's Lodging House. Interesting, indeed.
It seems Blondie took me here after I passed out last night. He said I had been mumbling about parrots and cannons all night. It was now late afternoon.
After another quick glance around the room I asked, "Where is my mother? Has she come to take me back?"
He looked at me with concern, "Ah, not dat I knows of. Unless ya mudda's hidin' under Itey's bunk. He keeps lotsa useful t'ings dere." He laughed, stopping when he noticed I still looked terribly confused.
"I promise she ain't here." The blonde boy assured me, even ducking under the so-called Itey's bunk to prove it to me.
After a few short hours of rest and a small meal of rice soup, my head finally began to clear and I felt well enough to get out of bed. Steeping warily onto the floor, I half listened as Blondie yammered on about unrecognizable things.
He held my arm as I tumbled own the stairs, nearly falling onto my face. Directing me to the door, I successfully managed to get out of the Lodging House.
As we walked down Main street, I couldn't help but notice many of the newsies I had seen before were not around. When I told Blink this he replied that they were in Brooklyn.
"Brooklyn?"
"Yeah. Brooklyn." Blink stated, a shadow of concern in his eyes. "Somethin' you'se don't like about Brooklyn?" the question wasn't demanding.
"No. I just wondered why they would be there. Is there a pirate convention going on?"
My companion looked ever so slightly irritated but answered anyway, "Not dat I knows of. I ain't a pirate after all." He added the last part with a softer tone as though he were talking to a very small child.
Well, the news that he wasn't a pirate certainly cleared things up a bit. I no longer had to worry about him taking me on a ship. Although I shall miss my dream that he would fall madly in love with me, and I would be the only one to tame his wild pirate ways. Oh well, I don't care for water that much anyhow.
He flicked out his pocket watch, "Almost three. Look, Yorkie, I gotta get ta Brooklyn. Maybe I'll see ya tomorrow." Before I could protest he was off towards the Brooklyn Bridge.
I believe I have just been abandoned. That won't do. I've decided to go to Brooklyn as well, see what I can see. Although I must remain hidden I don't want to make Blink angry (I think the pirate charade has gotten a bit tiresome for him.)
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I am now in a barrel. In Brooklyn. Surrounded by an enormous group of newsies. I somehow feel out of place.
Someone named 'Spot' (How unusual) is yelling to the crowd about something. I strained to hear what he was saying as much as I could, but to no avail, the wood muffled his voice.
Just as the sea of boys was cheering loudly, someone or something kicked my barrel a bit too hard. I tumbled out and down a small platform landing on from what I could tell, the one named 'Spot'.
I was in a bit of a mess. I was directly on top of this Spot character, he was kicking and yelling to get off him which I would have liked to do very much so but couldn't as I was still trapped halfway into the barrel.
Blink was staring at me with wide eyes.
What have I done now?
From Derby: Short chapter. But hey, wanna hear a weird ream I had last night? Of course you do! I was starring in a remake of the movie 'Annie' (it was a really, really, really, really, low budget version) and I was Annie (doi.). Anyway, I had this HUGE red afro wig on it so it was 'Afro Annie' and all this 70's music kept playing. I woke up laughing. LA DEE DAAA!!! R & r ^_^
Disclaimer: Yorkie is mine (she is my slave, mush ha ha) and that's it.
`*`*`*`*`*
October 17, 1899
I think there is a large mammal standing on my head.
Oh never mind, it's just a headache from the night before.
The night before. The words echoed through my mind. I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was. My vision was blurry as though someone had sat a wooly sheep onto my eyes.
Suddenly, BlondeBeard was standing over me. I wondered for a brief moment if he had taken me aboard a ship and was going to whisk me away to some romantic island.
"Yorkie?" I looked up. There was my mother, next to BlondeBeard calling my name.
I screamed, nearly jumping out of whatever I was wearing (I cannot recall what it was) and promptly smacked my head against a bunk bed above me.
~*~*~
"You'se ok, kid?" It was BlondeBeard again. I looked past him in fear, searching for my mother. There was no trace of her anywhere.
"I'm fine, thank you Mr. Beard." I replied, still wondering where my mother was and where I was for a matter of fact.
Blondie looked confused, "Mistah. what?" He took a seat on the edge of my bunk, which I later discovered was in the Newsboy's Lodging House. Interesting, indeed.
It seems Blondie took me here after I passed out last night. He said I had been mumbling about parrots and cannons all night. It was now late afternoon.
After another quick glance around the room I asked, "Where is my mother? Has she come to take me back?"
He looked at me with concern, "Ah, not dat I knows of. Unless ya mudda's hidin' under Itey's bunk. He keeps lotsa useful t'ings dere." He laughed, stopping when he noticed I still looked terribly confused.
"I promise she ain't here." The blonde boy assured me, even ducking under the so-called Itey's bunk to prove it to me.
After a few short hours of rest and a small meal of rice soup, my head finally began to clear and I felt well enough to get out of bed. Steeping warily onto the floor, I half listened as Blondie yammered on about unrecognizable things.
He held my arm as I tumbled own the stairs, nearly falling onto my face. Directing me to the door, I successfully managed to get out of the Lodging House.
As we walked down Main street, I couldn't help but notice many of the newsies I had seen before were not around. When I told Blink this he replied that they were in Brooklyn.
"Brooklyn?"
"Yeah. Brooklyn." Blink stated, a shadow of concern in his eyes. "Somethin' you'se don't like about Brooklyn?" the question wasn't demanding.
"No. I just wondered why they would be there. Is there a pirate convention going on?"
My companion looked ever so slightly irritated but answered anyway, "Not dat I knows of. I ain't a pirate after all." He added the last part with a softer tone as though he were talking to a very small child.
Well, the news that he wasn't a pirate certainly cleared things up a bit. I no longer had to worry about him taking me on a ship. Although I shall miss my dream that he would fall madly in love with me, and I would be the only one to tame his wild pirate ways. Oh well, I don't care for water that much anyhow.
He flicked out his pocket watch, "Almost three. Look, Yorkie, I gotta get ta Brooklyn. Maybe I'll see ya tomorrow." Before I could protest he was off towards the Brooklyn Bridge.
I believe I have just been abandoned. That won't do. I've decided to go to Brooklyn as well, see what I can see. Although I must remain hidden I don't want to make Blink angry (I think the pirate charade has gotten a bit tiresome for him.)
~*~*~
I am now in a barrel. In Brooklyn. Surrounded by an enormous group of newsies. I somehow feel out of place.
Someone named 'Spot' (How unusual) is yelling to the crowd about something. I strained to hear what he was saying as much as I could, but to no avail, the wood muffled his voice.
Just as the sea of boys was cheering loudly, someone or something kicked my barrel a bit too hard. I tumbled out and down a small platform landing on from what I could tell, the one named 'Spot'.
I was in a bit of a mess. I was directly on top of this Spot character, he was kicking and yelling to get off him which I would have liked to do very much so but couldn't as I was still trapped halfway into the barrel.
Blink was staring at me with wide eyes.
What have I done now?
From Derby: Short chapter. But hey, wanna hear a weird ream I had last night? Of course you do! I was starring in a remake of the movie 'Annie' (it was a really, really, really, really, low budget version) and I was Annie (doi.). Anyway, I had this HUGE red afro wig on it so it was 'Afro Annie' and all this 70's music kept playing. I woke up laughing. LA DEE DAAA!!! R & r ^_^