Spot's Diary

by The Omniscient Bookseller

The time of the strike from Spot's point of view. I wrote this two or three sentances at a time and at very infrequent intervals, so forgive me if the writing style changes occasionaly. *I FINISHED I FINISHED I FINISHED OH MY GOD IT'S DONE!!!!!!*

9. Day 9

NOT MINE

A newsie sells papes, no matter what. It's one of the first things you learn. It doesn't matter if it's raining, snowing, or 40 degrees below. Doesn't matter if you're bleeding or about to faint. So here I am, selling, the day after I was so sick I couldn't move.

Well, not selling, exactly. Distributing. For nothing. "The Newsies Banner". Jack and his friends came up with it. Our own paper, trying to get other kids to join us. It is a good idea, I've gotta admit that much. Whether or not it will work, I don't know. It's almost like Jack felt like he had to do something to make up for leaving us. Everyone accepted it, too. But not me. I don't know if I will forgive him.

I don't know if I can forgive him.