It was a hot Saturday afternoon. The sun was high in the sky and blazing
like a yellow fireball, the people of New York knew it was going to be a
long and hard day.
"Heya Frenchy." A sixteen-year-old boy shouted to another girl who was the same age as him. The boy had sandy blonde hair that would sometime fall in front of his icy blue, silver mist eyes, making him brush it out of the way. He stood five foot eight inches (A/N yes Spot Conlon is not short like people think! If you ever notice he looks short next to Jack cause he's six friggin feet tall, but when he's with Mush and Blink and all them he's the same height and taller then some of 'em). And had a slingshot in the back of his tan pants, between the dark red overall thingy's that he had over each shoulder a black cane that was tipped with gold on each end which was trapped between them (His red suspenders) and his side. He had on a dark blue shirt that had a few of the buttons at the top undone showing off his muscular chest.
The girl he was yelling to had long blonde and brown hair. She was about five foot six inches and had dark brown eyes that were full of happiness and joy. She looked up at him her blonde brown hair falling into her dark brown eyes making her throw it back. She was wearing a white and blue long sleeve plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the top two buttons un-done she was also wearing a pair of tan pants, a slingshot half sticking out of her pocket. She had been joking around with one of her friends, another Brooklyn Newsie.
He had dark brown hair that would fall in the way of his green eyes that were mixed with a cold steel gray. He was five foot nine inches tall and still growing at the age sixteen. He was wearing white pants and had water dripping from his hair onto his chest; the water probably came from him swimming.
"'Ey Conlon." She said back.
"Bruiser." He said acknowledging the boy Frenchy was talking to with a nod of his head.
"Hi Spot." Bruiser said smiling slightly.
"So Conlon wud dah you'se want?" Frenchy asked him.
"I'se needs tah tawlk wid you'se fer a second." Spot replied, he started to make his way back to the Brooklyn News Boy Lodging House. Frenchy gave a sigh as she followed him she heard Bruiser mutter something smiling mischievously she shoved him into the water as she passed him walking away as innocent as she could, a minute or two later she was at the Lodging house steps and walking inside and into the bunkroom.
"Wud was it you'se wanted?" She asked Spot as she leaned against the wall crossing her arms over her chest a smile playing on her lips.
"I'se sending you'se tah Manhattan." Spot said simply.
"What?!" Frenchy shouted as she jumped up ready to argue no matter how long it would take her.
"You'se hoid meah, no arguments." He said powerfully his icy blue eyes now storming over with a silver mist, as he calmed down it turned back to its original icy blue with a faint silver mist floating in them, Frenchy leaned back against the wall glaring at him.
"Fine, But I'se aint promisin' nothin'." She said trying to get the last word out of the argument they would have had.
"Good, you'se coming tanight tah Manhattan wid meah Bruise, Cards and Slidah. We'se leavin' in t'ree in a half hours." He announced walking out of the room.
"Great, three hours left in Brooklyn." She muttered as she pulled a small royal blue pack out from under a bunk and started to pack it with her things mumbling stuff every once in a while.
Eventually she went back outside the pack slung carelessly over her right shoulder, Brooklyn Newsies were walking in a few were muttering things about the weather while others ran inside to get warmer. Frenchy looked up to the sky the sun not visible and the orange, creamy peach color that had once been covering most of the sky was now only a sliver in the distance. Frenchy walked in step with two other Newsies who were also dripping wet like the ones that were going into the lodge. The taller of the two Newsies was Bruiser the other Newsie had dark raven black hair and beautiful deep ocean eyes. He was wearing a dripping wet white pair of pants similar to Bruisers.
"Hey Bruiser! Cards!" She said as she kept walking with the two.
"Hey Frenchy." Cards said.
"Conlon tell you yet?" She asked.
"Yeah, we're goin tah Manhattan; Me, Cards, Slidah, you'se an' Spot." Bruiser "informed" her. Frenchy walked up with the boys until they got into the bunkroom.
"Ain't you'se gonna leave?" Cards asked her.
"Why? I'se sleep in heah too." Frenchy said a slight smirk on her face; she turned around and headed out the bunkroom door, "I'se gone, okay?" She added. She sat on the bottom steps of the stair waiting for the boys. After a few minutes Bruiser and Cards came down. Cards was wearing a long sleeve light blue shirt and tan pants while Bruiser had on a long sleeve faded red shirt and light brown pants. Both of their caps and slingshots were stuck in one of their pockets.
"Took yah long enough." Frenchy mumbled.
"Yer jest mad cause Spot's makin' you'se go tah Manhattan." Cards clarified.
"Shuddup." She grumbled. Bruiser pulled out a deck of cards (no pun intended)
"Poker?" He asked as his two friends nodded in response, he started to deal out the cards, but not before Frenchy stuck her tongue out at Cards. Bruiser sighed it was going to be a long night, was what he was thinking.
~A hour or two later~
"C'mon, lets go." Spot said as he walked into the lodge, Frenchy got up and helped Bruiser put his cards back together while Cards (lol getting a little confusing, ne?) stretched.
"Where's Slidah?" Cards asked.
"'E's waitin' at dah bridge." Replied Spot, Cards just nodded and looked just in time to see Bruiser put his deck of cards into his pocket.
"Lets go." Frenchy said as she threw the pack over her right shoulder, a scowl on her face. The group of three walked out of the lodge, heading towards Manhattan.
~Brooklyn Bridge~
"'Ey Slidah!" Frenchy said as she spit shook with him. He had light brown curly hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a normal white long sleeve shirt and light brown pants. His slingshot was nowhere in site along with his Newsie cap. He was seventeen and stood five foot six inches, not the tallest of Brooklyn Newsies.
"Hey Frenchy!" He said a big goofy smile on his face. Frenchy smiled back but her smile was slightly nervous as their group, now one more person bigger, headed to the Manhattan News Boy Lodge.
~Lodge~
"You'se guys wait out heah." Spot instructed as he opened up the bunkroom door and slipped inside not seeing the glare Frenchy was sending him.
(Okay it's going to be going from the Bunkroom to the people outside)
~Bunkroom~
"'Ey Spot, 'ows it Rollin?" A boy asked walking away from the card game he was playing. The boy had dark brown and blonde hair, his eyes were also dark brown close to the color of his brown hair. He stood six feet tall and was probably seventeen. He was wearing a pair of light brown pants and a dirty white long sleeve shirt with a black cowboy hat and a dark red bandana.
"Hey Jack-boy, I'se brought dat Newsie I'se was telling you'se bout." Spot said.
"Okay where is 'e?" Jack asked.
"Hold on a sec-" Spot was interrupted as he went flying into the ground and the bunkroom door flew open. Frenchy ran in along with three boys that were chasing her. Outside the door before they had ran in they were talking.
"Memba dat day I'se woke you'se t'ree up wid dose bucket of wadda's?" Frenchy had asked.
"Dat was two days ago." Bruiser said, it went silent for a second and then the three boys shouted.
"Dat was you'se?!" They yelled in union.
"Oh shit." She cursed as she ran into the bunkroom
~Bunkroom~
"'Ey I'se said I'se was sorry!" Frenchy shouted as Bruiser tackled her. She got out of his grasp and skidded over to where Spot was getting up, growling his eyes turned a molten steel and Frenchy yelped going closer to the boys that were chasing her.
"Frenchy! Bruiser! Cards! Slidah!" Spot bellowed making the four people before them stop, "I'se told you'se tah wait outside dah door."
"Well we'se were but den Frenchy heah." The three boys glared at her, "Happened to tell us dat she had somethin tah do wid dah wadda dat was dumped on us." Slider Explained. Spot glared at her knowing he was one of the many boys that were woken up the same way.
"I'se'll deal wid you'se all latah." He said promisingly as he turned back to Jack who was trying to hide a smile, "Okay Jacky-boy dis is dat Newsie I'se was tellin' you'se bout." Spot said.
"Uhhh which one?" Jack asked. Frenchy stepped forward spiting into the palm of her hand and extending it to a slightly surprised Jack
"Dah names Frenchy." She said, reluctantly Jack spit on the palm of his hand and shook with her finishing the little spit shake thingy.
"So dis is dah Newsie?" Jack asked trying to see if Spot was joking, but the look Spot was giving him told him other wise.
"Well it's gettin' kinda late so I'se'll be headin' back tah Brooklyn now." Spot said forgetting about the poker game, and if he did remember he choose to ignore it. Spot made a weird whistle sound and with a nod of his head he and his boys started to head out but not before Frenchy shouted.
"See yah Conlon! 'Ey Bruiser you'se know yer gonna miss meah an' Cards fightin'" Frenchy said then added, "Now who's gonna wake you bums up in the morning?" They all murmured something and within seconds they were fully out of the lodge and already walking to Brooklyn, Spot in the lead.
"So you'se dah Newsie?" Jack said one last time.
"Yep, an' I'se told you'se dah names Frenchy." She replied.
"Okay." He sighed as he started pointing people out, "Dat's Blink, Dere's Mush, Skittery, Boots, Snitch, Itey, Snoody, Swifty, Snipeshootah, Trolley, Spark, (I'm makin up a few here), Bumlets, Pie Eatah, Specs, Dutchy." Jack went on and on as Frenchy just nodded her head, until they came to an empty bunk, "An dis is where you'se is stayin'," He said as she threw all her things onto the bunk (lol her lil pack). She jumped onto the bunk looking around the room, within a few moments the boys had put away their poker game and right when they climbed into their bunks, exactly when they laid their heads down, Someone shouted for them to go to bed from downstairs and then the building went dark, Frenchy raised an eyebrow before she climbed into her own bunk, falling asleep.
It'll be more descriptive in the next chapter cause its 2:21 in the morning.. but I'm not tired.. just lazy.:D.well please review I know I'm not the best writer but I tried in this Chapter..REVIEW..for the first chapter I don't really care if I don't get any reviews.. I'm not going to put a hold on the story for that.I know the chapters pretty short and I ended pretty fast but like I said I'm not much of a writer
PS I don't own Newsies.only the characters I made up..err and I think that's it..
"Heya Frenchy." A sixteen-year-old boy shouted to another girl who was the same age as him. The boy had sandy blonde hair that would sometime fall in front of his icy blue, silver mist eyes, making him brush it out of the way. He stood five foot eight inches (A/N yes Spot Conlon is not short like people think! If you ever notice he looks short next to Jack cause he's six friggin feet tall, but when he's with Mush and Blink and all them he's the same height and taller then some of 'em). And had a slingshot in the back of his tan pants, between the dark red overall thingy's that he had over each shoulder a black cane that was tipped with gold on each end which was trapped between them (His red suspenders) and his side. He had on a dark blue shirt that had a few of the buttons at the top undone showing off his muscular chest.
The girl he was yelling to had long blonde and brown hair. She was about five foot six inches and had dark brown eyes that were full of happiness and joy. She looked up at him her blonde brown hair falling into her dark brown eyes making her throw it back. She was wearing a white and blue long sleeve plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the top two buttons un-done she was also wearing a pair of tan pants, a slingshot half sticking out of her pocket. She had been joking around with one of her friends, another Brooklyn Newsie.
He had dark brown hair that would fall in the way of his green eyes that were mixed with a cold steel gray. He was five foot nine inches tall and still growing at the age sixteen. He was wearing white pants and had water dripping from his hair onto his chest; the water probably came from him swimming.
"'Ey Conlon." She said back.
"Bruiser." He said acknowledging the boy Frenchy was talking to with a nod of his head.
"Hi Spot." Bruiser said smiling slightly.
"So Conlon wud dah you'se want?" Frenchy asked him.
"I'se needs tah tawlk wid you'se fer a second." Spot replied, he started to make his way back to the Brooklyn News Boy Lodging House. Frenchy gave a sigh as she followed him she heard Bruiser mutter something smiling mischievously she shoved him into the water as she passed him walking away as innocent as she could, a minute or two later she was at the Lodging house steps and walking inside and into the bunkroom.
"Wud was it you'se wanted?" She asked Spot as she leaned against the wall crossing her arms over her chest a smile playing on her lips.
"I'se sending you'se tah Manhattan." Spot said simply.
"What?!" Frenchy shouted as she jumped up ready to argue no matter how long it would take her.
"You'se hoid meah, no arguments." He said powerfully his icy blue eyes now storming over with a silver mist, as he calmed down it turned back to its original icy blue with a faint silver mist floating in them, Frenchy leaned back against the wall glaring at him.
"Fine, But I'se aint promisin' nothin'." She said trying to get the last word out of the argument they would have had.
"Good, you'se coming tanight tah Manhattan wid meah Bruise, Cards and Slidah. We'se leavin' in t'ree in a half hours." He announced walking out of the room.
"Great, three hours left in Brooklyn." She muttered as she pulled a small royal blue pack out from under a bunk and started to pack it with her things mumbling stuff every once in a while.
Eventually she went back outside the pack slung carelessly over her right shoulder, Brooklyn Newsies were walking in a few were muttering things about the weather while others ran inside to get warmer. Frenchy looked up to the sky the sun not visible and the orange, creamy peach color that had once been covering most of the sky was now only a sliver in the distance. Frenchy walked in step with two other Newsies who were also dripping wet like the ones that were going into the lodge. The taller of the two Newsies was Bruiser the other Newsie had dark raven black hair and beautiful deep ocean eyes. He was wearing a dripping wet white pair of pants similar to Bruisers.
"Hey Bruiser! Cards!" She said as she kept walking with the two.
"Hey Frenchy." Cards said.
"Conlon tell you yet?" She asked.
"Yeah, we're goin tah Manhattan; Me, Cards, Slidah, you'se an' Spot." Bruiser "informed" her. Frenchy walked up with the boys until they got into the bunkroom.
"Ain't you'se gonna leave?" Cards asked her.
"Why? I'se sleep in heah too." Frenchy said a slight smirk on her face; she turned around and headed out the bunkroom door, "I'se gone, okay?" She added. She sat on the bottom steps of the stair waiting for the boys. After a few minutes Bruiser and Cards came down. Cards was wearing a long sleeve light blue shirt and tan pants while Bruiser had on a long sleeve faded red shirt and light brown pants. Both of their caps and slingshots were stuck in one of their pockets.
"Took yah long enough." Frenchy mumbled.
"Yer jest mad cause Spot's makin' you'se go tah Manhattan." Cards clarified.
"Shuddup." She grumbled. Bruiser pulled out a deck of cards (no pun intended)
"Poker?" He asked as his two friends nodded in response, he started to deal out the cards, but not before Frenchy stuck her tongue out at Cards. Bruiser sighed it was going to be a long night, was what he was thinking.
~A hour or two later~
"C'mon, lets go." Spot said as he walked into the lodge, Frenchy got up and helped Bruiser put his cards back together while Cards (lol getting a little confusing, ne?) stretched.
"Where's Slidah?" Cards asked.
"'E's waitin' at dah bridge." Replied Spot, Cards just nodded and looked just in time to see Bruiser put his deck of cards into his pocket.
"Lets go." Frenchy said as she threw the pack over her right shoulder, a scowl on her face. The group of three walked out of the lodge, heading towards Manhattan.
~Brooklyn Bridge~
"'Ey Slidah!" Frenchy said as she spit shook with him. He had light brown curly hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a normal white long sleeve shirt and light brown pants. His slingshot was nowhere in site along with his Newsie cap. He was seventeen and stood five foot six inches, not the tallest of Brooklyn Newsies.
"Hey Frenchy!" He said a big goofy smile on his face. Frenchy smiled back but her smile was slightly nervous as their group, now one more person bigger, headed to the Manhattan News Boy Lodge.
~Lodge~
"You'se guys wait out heah." Spot instructed as he opened up the bunkroom door and slipped inside not seeing the glare Frenchy was sending him.
(Okay it's going to be going from the Bunkroom to the people outside)
~Bunkroom~
"'Ey Spot, 'ows it Rollin?" A boy asked walking away from the card game he was playing. The boy had dark brown and blonde hair, his eyes were also dark brown close to the color of his brown hair. He stood six feet tall and was probably seventeen. He was wearing a pair of light brown pants and a dirty white long sleeve shirt with a black cowboy hat and a dark red bandana.
"Hey Jack-boy, I'se brought dat Newsie I'se was telling you'se bout." Spot said.
"Okay where is 'e?" Jack asked.
"Hold on a sec-" Spot was interrupted as he went flying into the ground and the bunkroom door flew open. Frenchy ran in along with three boys that were chasing her. Outside the door before they had ran in they were talking.
"Memba dat day I'se woke you'se t'ree up wid dose bucket of wadda's?" Frenchy had asked.
"Dat was two days ago." Bruiser said, it went silent for a second and then the three boys shouted.
"Dat was you'se?!" They yelled in union.
"Oh shit." She cursed as she ran into the bunkroom
~Bunkroom~
"'Ey I'se said I'se was sorry!" Frenchy shouted as Bruiser tackled her. She got out of his grasp and skidded over to where Spot was getting up, growling his eyes turned a molten steel and Frenchy yelped going closer to the boys that were chasing her.
"Frenchy! Bruiser! Cards! Slidah!" Spot bellowed making the four people before them stop, "I'se told you'se tah wait outside dah door."
"Well we'se were but den Frenchy heah." The three boys glared at her, "Happened to tell us dat she had somethin tah do wid dah wadda dat was dumped on us." Slider Explained. Spot glared at her knowing he was one of the many boys that were woken up the same way.
"I'se'll deal wid you'se all latah." He said promisingly as he turned back to Jack who was trying to hide a smile, "Okay Jacky-boy dis is dat Newsie I'se was tellin' you'se bout." Spot said.
"Uhhh which one?" Jack asked. Frenchy stepped forward spiting into the palm of her hand and extending it to a slightly surprised Jack
"Dah names Frenchy." She said, reluctantly Jack spit on the palm of his hand and shook with her finishing the little spit shake thingy.
"So dis is dah Newsie?" Jack asked trying to see if Spot was joking, but the look Spot was giving him told him other wise.
"Well it's gettin' kinda late so I'se'll be headin' back tah Brooklyn now." Spot said forgetting about the poker game, and if he did remember he choose to ignore it. Spot made a weird whistle sound and with a nod of his head he and his boys started to head out but not before Frenchy shouted.
"See yah Conlon! 'Ey Bruiser you'se know yer gonna miss meah an' Cards fightin'" Frenchy said then added, "Now who's gonna wake you bums up in the morning?" They all murmured something and within seconds they were fully out of the lodge and already walking to Brooklyn, Spot in the lead.
"So you'se dah Newsie?" Jack said one last time.
"Yep, an' I'se told you'se dah names Frenchy." She replied.
"Okay." He sighed as he started pointing people out, "Dat's Blink, Dere's Mush, Skittery, Boots, Snitch, Itey, Snoody, Swifty, Snipeshootah, Trolley, Spark, (I'm makin up a few here), Bumlets, Pie Eatah, Specs, Dutchy." Jack went on and on as Frenchy just nodded her head, until they came to an empty bunk, "An dis is where you'se is stayin'," He said as she threw all her things onto the bunk (lol her lil pack). She jumped onto the bunk looking around the room, within a few moments the boys had put away their poker game and right when they climbed into their bunks, exactly when they laid their heads down, Someone shouted for them to go to bed from downstairs and then the building went dark, Frenchy raised an eyebrow before she climbed into her own bunk, falling asleep.
It'll be more descriptive in the next chapter cause its 2:21 in the morning.. but I'm not tired.. just lazy.:D.well please review I know I'm not the best writer but I tried in this Chapter..REVIEW..for the first chapter I don't really care if I don't get any reviews.. I'm not going to put a hold on the story for that.I know the chapters pretty short and I ended pretty fast but like I said I'm not much of a writer
PS I don't own Newsies.only the characters I made up..err and I think that's it..