You'd never know that it's summer outside. In here it's dark and cool. The kind of stale, wet, clinging cool that sends you shivering into a corner. At least I'm in long sleeves. I pity the others, who aren't.
The rally was just a few hours ago. Irving hall was packed. I didn't think that many newsies existed! Jack gave some speech about not soaking the scabs. Of all things. He did have some pretty good reasons, though. I guess he knows what he's doing. At least I hope he does. I'll back him, whatever it is. I trust him.
As soon as Jack finished, Medda came onstage. For all I know, she was as big an attraction as Jack- maybe bigger. Everyone was singing along, dancing, whatever. And then Warden Snyder showed up.
It didn't take long. He had the bulls surround the place while we were all inside, screaming our heads off for Medda like fools. Which isn't to say we aren't fools.
And so we were all thrown down here in a couple of cells until we go to court tomorrow. I never imagined something like this would happen. And on a day like today, it's the last thing I need.
I was watching him at rally today. Watching him watch Medda.
I wish they hadn't taken away my razor.