Hey! I kind of wrote this (well at least most of it) last night cause I was
really bored. So I updated the beginning thingy where the shout outs and
stuff are.. Soo uhh yea. errr damn. I just finished writing a big ol'
thingy and I just deleted it by exiting out my Microsoft word soo yea I was
like noooo.but oh well I'll just try and remember what I wrote. even though
I probably don't.. But oh well. kind of..
Shout outs:
Cards: lol! I know it was confuzzling it kind of confused me I was like. Ack, confused. Kind of sad the author getting confused by her own story.. yay! I'm not the only one who stays up really late.. Even though I get caught almost ever single time, but that's all right.. Unless I get grounded of course. Lil PS for this shout out. I love your stories so keep writing!!!!!!!!
Crunch: Thanks for the review and encouragement!!! Yay don't ask I'm being weird today sooo yea.if I say really weird things that's just me.sugar high and everything.. its normal. well to most people its not really normal but to me it is.. Luv your stories ;)..
Spotted One: Thanks for the review!!!.lol. its scary when you say something and you sound like a mom its like.ahh!.yea I've done it before too. I love your story its really cool so keep up the writing!! 3am lol! Don't you hate it when you stay up until 3 or 5 or something like that in the morning and then people wake you up REALY early and your about to kill them??.
Well I better be getting on with my story or else the whole thing will be the lil shout out section and me just blabbing about god knows what.err yea I'm gonna be quiet now..
It was the typical morning, the Newsies got up at their normal five o' clock in the morning time. Frenchy lazily opened her eyes to see dark brown eyes peering into her own.
"Ahhh!!" She shouted as she fell off her bunk, which happened to be the top on, and onto the cold hard wooden ground, Jack laughed at her as she stood up. 'I'se can't believe I'se slept in, Brooklyn gids up twenty minutes before five' she scolded her self silently. Jack walked into the washroom but not before saying something. A boy who looked Italian and stood five foot seven inches maybe shorter, at the age sixteen, he was already dressed and had dark brown eyes along with black slightly curly hair, he was wearing a plaid vest and dark brown pants with a white long sleeve under shirt. A cigar was in his mouth as he looked around the room shouting out comments and jokes every once in a while. 'Dat must be Racetrack' Frenchy thought. Jack came out literally two minutes later. He was wearing something similar to the day before except this time he had on a vest.
"You'se bettah hurry we'se ain't gonna wait fer you'se." He declared. 'So dis is 'ow 'e's goin tah be, givin meah a hard time, eh?' thought Frenchy. (A/N wow alotta thinking for one morning, ne?).
"Sto andando andare a prigione per manslaughter." She said aloud as she walked into the washroom leaving a confused Jack behind her and a laughing Racetrack.
"Race, wud she say?" Jack asked turning to him his handsome features full of curiosity; Race was holding his cigar in his right hand as he laughed.
"She said: 'I'se am goin' tah go tah prison fer manslaughtah.'" Racetrack said as he walked away sticking the cigar back into his mouth, a few moments later, literally, Frenchy came strolling out a smirk on her features. She was wearing a plain light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the shirt looked like it belonged to a boy. Only one button was undone thinking it was going to be another hot and long day and her pants were her original tan the slingshot and Newsie cap tucked into her pocket. Her brown and blonde hair flowing freely but now more brushed out, so it wasn't as knotted as it had been when she woke up.
"You'se ready Kelly or you'se jest gonna stay dere wid a dumb look on yer face?" She asked coming up to him then she walked out of the bunkroom a few guys whistling. Jack shook his head and started to lead all of his boys to the Manhattan DO.
Jack walked to the front of the line as he threw down his fifty cents.
"Hundred papes." He said as 100 newspapers were slid his way. One after another Newsboys went up and took their papes paying for them of course, well a few mad bargains with the person behind the little counter thingy. Finally Frenchy walked forward as she dropped fifty cents onto the counter thingy.
"Hundred papes." She said as the guy, slightly hesitant, slid her one hundred newspapers. The person behind the counter had white hair and a mustache he was starting to go bald, and by the looks of it he seemed to be fifty or so, but you shouldn't guess someone's age. Especially if you guess too high.(personal experience) Frenchy walked off of the little ramp and over to where Jack was, he was smirking those kind of smirks that you felt like smacking it off the persons face or just beating the shit out of them without another thought, Frenchy did neither, all she did was give him a 'Spot smirk'.
"Shoah you'se can carry dose papes?" Someone shouted from the little crowd that was still buying papes, Frenchy knew it wasn't one of the boys that stayed in the lodge since they had already gotten all their papes. She scanned the little crowd with a threatening growl that promised death or immense pain. She spotted the boy who had talked snickering with a few of his friends; he was just about to get his papers. Giving a evil grin she set her papes down and pulled out her slingshot along with one of her only five marbles the rest she had given to both Cards and Bruiser. She pulled back the band and aimed it at the bar. Right when he set his money down she let it loose, knowing it would hit its destination, (A/N big ego, sort of like a certain Brooklyn leader.). The marble hit the bar a few pieces of it breaking off as it hit the iron, it flew back rebounding off the bar making the marble (or shooter) hit him in the chest which made him give a shout of pain and surprise. She pocketed her slingshot and shot him a mocking smirk as she picked up her papes and started to head out two boys were following her. She turned around to face them.
"Yea?" She asked.
"Hi I'se Spark an' dis is Trolley." The boy with blonde hair that almost looked bleached and bright innocent blue eyes said with a sweet, innocent voice. He was wearing a pair of dark brown pants and a white shirt; the boy next to him had an almost matching outfit. Spark was a good four feet and eight inches tall while Trolley was four foot nine inches.
"'Ow old are you'se two?" She asked her voice getting nicer.
"I'se almost ten and Spark heah jest turned ten." Trolley announced proudly. Frenchy smiled at the two younger Newsies.
"Wanna go sellin' wid meah?" She asked as the two nodded their heads, the group of three headed out, leaving bewildered Newsies behind them.
Trolley, Spark and Frenchy walked through Central Park Frenchy gave her last pape to some rich women that went by her, the lady handed her a nickel. Frenchy put fake tears in her eyes and looked at the lady with an innocent, pitiful and sad look.
"I'se sorry but I'se don't gots any change." She said she looked down at the boys an idea springing in her mind, "An' I'se tryin tah gid meah bruddah's the proper education, meah muddah died not too long ago."
The lady felt sympathy for her and handed her ten more cents, two nickels, saying a 'there you go darling'. Before she walked off and Frenchy smiled her eyes not even looking like she tried the stunt she had just done. The two boys looked at her in amazement and awe.
"Heah you'se go." Frenchy said handing the boys each five cents, "If you'se weren't heah I would of nevah though of dah idea, plus you'se will both now have some extra money." The two boys smiled as they stuffed the money into their pockets, "Uhhh could you'se not tell anyone bout dat little stunt I'se jest did?" She asked as the two boys nodded, "T'anks." She said spitting into her palm the boys both doing the same as they spit shook on it. Then she muttered under her breath basically talking to herself, "Dah scab was too naïve." They started to walk until they made it to Tibby's walking in they all order some hot dogs eating them in a record speed time, eventually the two boys insisted on showing her around and eventually she agreed seeing how happy they were.
"An' heahs dah statue." Trolley said as they stood at the Horace (what's his face I don't know this since I haven't seen Newsies for two months pathetic I know.. I think it starts with a G though).
"We'se bettah gid back or Kloppy will kill us!" Sparks said as the three started to run back to the Manhattan News boy-lodging house.
~Lodge~
The three threw open the bunkroom door, each of them panting. Frenchy looked over at the two younger boys from where she was leaning against the wall. She gave a smile trying to see the good side of literally dieing just to make it in time for a curfew that they could of just walked in through the fire escape instead of running the entire way.
"At least we'se made it." She said trying to act relived, it didn't work that well though.
"Yeah, shoah." Spark said dryly.
"I'se t'ink I'se died somewhere along dah way when we'se were runnin'." Trolley muttered as he slowly dragged himself over to his bunk, "Fer once I'se glad I'se gots a bottom bunk." He muttered before throwing the blankets over him and rolling over, he was asleep within the minute.
"Dat bum." Spark said, somehow finding himself in his own bunk already half asleep, soft snoring could be heard coming from the two boys. Frenchy raised her eyebrows a smirk on her face as she walked over to a certain Manhattan leader.
"Truce?" She asked spitting into her palm and extending it. Jack looked at her hand for a moment a thoughtful expression crossing his face, then he smile spiting into his hand and shaking with her.
"Truce." He repeated as the two grinned at each other heading off to their bunks.
Okay that's it for chapter two, yea I got to think of a few title thingys and a title for the story soo yea.. Yep another late night.. I did most this story the night before and finished the end now and its err.2:40 in the morning but I don't really care I'm so used to it anyways. gawd how do I stay awake during school? I don't know my self soo yea.. Well I decided to experiment tonight with some food and what did I see? Pancakes, Marshmallows, Syrup and peanut butter not to mention I decorated the plate neatly with Oranges.-.-;;;.don't ask I'm really bored.well.I'm about to eat it soo I'll up date about it in the next chapter Umm. if you want to be added to my story just post a review or e-mail me at
lilangelz4ever@hotmail.com
Ya'know with the basic things like nick names, height and stuff like that. I'll check it. I normally check my mail every other day.. Sometimes everyday. sooo yea I guess that's all. err I'm still trying to think of a damn title and all and er yea I need lil name thingys for the chapter stuff. I'm going to get to the point pretty soon on why Frenchy doesn't like to go to Manhattan and stuff even though it seems like she's having a pretty good time..
Shout outs:
Cards: lol! I know it was confuzzling it kind of confused me I was like. Ack, confused. Kind of sad the author getting confused by her own story.. yay! I'm not the only one who stays up really late.. Even though I get caught almost ever single time, but that's all right.. Unless I get grounded of course. Lil PS for this shout out. I love your stories so keep writing!!!!!!!!
Crunch: Thanks for the review and encouragement!!! Yay don't ask I'm being weird today sooo yea.if I say really weird things that's just me.sugar high and everything.. its normal. well to most people its not really normal but to me it is.. Luv your stories ;)..
Spotted One: Thanks for the review!!!.lol. its scary when you say something and you sound like a mom its like.ahh!.yea I've done it before too. I love your story its really cool so keep up the writing!! 3am lol! Don't you hate it when you stay up until 3 or 5 or something like that in the morning and then people wake you up REALY early and your about to kill them??.
Well I better be getting on with my story or else the whole thing will be the lil shout out section and me just blabbing about god knows what.err yea I'm gonna be quiet now..
It was the typical morning, the Newsies got up at their normal five o' clock in the morning time. Frenchy lazily opened her eyes to see dark brown eyes peering into her own.
"Ahhh!!" She shouted as she fell off her bunk, which happened to be the top on, and onto the cold hard wooden ground, Jack laughed at her as she stood up. 'I'se can't believe I'se slept in, Brooklyn gids up twenty minutes before five' she scolded her self silently. Jack walked into the washroom but not before saying something. A boy who looked Italian and stood five foot seven inches maybe shorter, at the age sixteen, he was already dressed and had dark brown eyes along with black slightly curly hair, he was wearing a plaid vest and dark brown pants with a white long sleeve under shirt. A cigar was in his mouth as he looked around the room shouting out comments and jokes every once in a while. 'Dat must be Racetrack' Frenchy thought. Jack came out literally two minutes later. He was wearing something similar to the day before except this time he had on a vest.
"You'se bettah hurry we'se ain't gonna wait fer you'se." He declared. 'So dis is 'ow 'e's goin tah be, givin meah a hard time, eh?' thought Frenchy. (A/N wow alotta thinking for one morning, ne?).
"Sto andando andare a prigione per manslaughter." She said aloud as she walked into the washroom leaving a confused Jack behind her and a laughing Racetrack.
"Race, wud she say?" Jack asked turning to him his handsome features full of curiosity; Race was holding his cigar in his right hand as he laughed.
"She said: 'I'se am goin' tah go tah prison fer manslaughtah.'" Racetrack said as he walked away sticking the cigar back into his mouth, a few moments later, literally, Frenchy came strolling out a smirk on her features. She was wearing a plain light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the shirt looked like it belonged to a boy. Only one button was undone thinking it was going to be another hot and long day and her pants were her original tan the slingshot and Newsie cap tucked into her pocket. Her brown and blonde hair flowing freely but now more brushed out, so it wasn't as knotted as it had been when she woke up.
"You'se ready Kelly or you'se jest gonna stay dere wid a dumb look on yer face?" She asked coming up to him then she walked out of the bunkroom a few guys whistling. Jack shook his head and started to lead all of his boys to the Manhattan DO.
Jack walked to the front of the line as he threw down his fifty cents.
"Hundred papes." He said as 100 newspapers were slid his way. One after another Newsboys went up and took their papes paying for them of course, well a few mad bargains with the person behind the little counter thingy. Finally Frenchy walked forward as she dropped fifty cents onto the counter thingy.
"Hundred papes." She said as the guy, slightly hesitant, slid her one hundred newspapers. The person behind the counter had white hair and a mustache he was starting to go bald, and by the looks of it he seemed to be fifty or so, but you shouldn't guess someone's age. Especially if you guess too high.(personal experience) Frenchy walked off of the little ramp and over to where Jack was, he was smirking those kind of smirks that you felt like smacking it off the persons face or just beating the shit out of them without another thought, Frenchy did neither, all she did was give him a 'Spot smirk'.
"Shoah you'se can carry dose papes?" Someone shouted from the little crowd that was still buying papes, Frenchy knew it wasn't one of the boys that stayed in the lodge since they had already gotten all their papes. She scanned the little crowd with a threatening growl that promised death or immense pain. She spotted the boy who had talked snickering with a few of his friends; he was just about to get his papers. Giving a evil grin she set her papes down and pulled out her slingshot along with one of her only five marbles the rest she had given to both Cards and Bruiser. She pulled back the band and aimed it at the bar. Right when he set his money down she let it loose, knowing it would hit its destination, (A/N big ego, sort of like a certain Brooklyn leader.). The marble hit the bar a few pieces of it breaking off as it hit the iron, it flew back rebounding off the bar making the marble (or shooter) hit him in the chest which made him give a shout of pain and surprise. She pocketed her slingshot and shot him a mocking smirk as she picked up her papes and started to head out two boys were following her. She turned around to face them.
"Yea?" She asked.
"Hi I'se Spark an' dis is Trolley." The boy with blonde hair that almost looked bleached and bright innocent blue eyes said with a sweet, innocent voice. He was wearing a pair of dark brown pants and a white shirt; the boy next to him had an almost matching outfit. Spark was a good four feet and eight inches tall while Trolley was four foot nine inches.
"'Ow old are you'se two?" She asked her voice getting nicer.
"I'se almost ten and Spark heah jest turned ten." Trolley announced proudly. Frenchy smiled at the two younger Newsies.
"Wanna go sellin' wid meah?" She asked as the two nodded their heads, the group of three headed out, leaving bewildered Newsies behind them.
Trolley, Spark and Frenchy walked through Central Park Frenchy gave her last pape to some rich women that went by her, the lady handed her a nickel. Frenchy put fake tears in her eyes and looked at the lady with an innocent, pitiful and sad look.
"I'se sorry but I'se don't gots any change." She said she looked down at the boys an idea springing in her mind, "An' I'se tryin tah gid meah bruddah's the proper education, meah muddah died not too long ago."
The lady felt sympathy for her and handed her ten more cents, two nickels, saying a 'there you go darling'. Before she walked off and Frenchy smiled her eyes not even looking like she tried the stunt she had just done. The two boys looked at her in amazement and awe.
"Heah you'se go." Frenchy said handing the boys each five cents, "If you'se weren't heah I would of nevah though of dah idea, plus you'se will both now have some extra money." The two boys smiled as they stuffed the money into their pockets, "Uhhh could you'se not tell anyone bout dat little stunt I'se jest did?" She asked as the two boys nodded, "T'anks." She said spitting into her palm the boys both doing the same as they spit shook on it. Then she muttered under her breath basically talking to herself, "Dah scab was too naïve." They started to walk until they made it to Tibby's walking in they all order some hot dogs eating them in a record speed time, eventually the two boys insisted on showing her around and eventually she agreed seeing how happy they were.
"An' heahs dah statue." Trolley said as they stood at the Horace (what's his face I don't know this since I haven't seen Newsies for two months pathetic I know.. I think it starts with a G though).
"We'se bettah gid back or Kloppy will kill us!" Sparks said as the three started to run back to the Manhattan News boy-lodging house.
~Lodge~
The three threw open the bunkroom door, each of them panting. Frenchy looked over at the two younger boys from where she was leaning against the wall. She gave a smile trying to see the good side of literally dieing just to make it in time for a curfew that they could of just walked in through the fire escape instead of running the entire way.
"At least we'se made it." She said trying to act relived, it didn't work that well though.
"Yeah, shoah." Spark said dryly.
"I'se t'ink I'se died somewhere along dah way when we'se were runnin'." Trolley muttered as he slowly dragged himself over to his bunk, "Fer once I'se glad I'se gots a bottom bunk." He muttered before throwing the blankets over him and rolling over, he was asleep within the minute.
"Dat bum." Spark said, somehow finding himself in his own bunk already half asleep, soft snoring could be heard coming from the two boys. Frenchy raised her eyebrows a smirk on her face as she walked over to a certain Manhattan leader.
"Truce?" She asked spitting into her palm and extending it. Jack looked at her hand for a moment a thoughtful expression crossing his face, then he smile spiting into his hand and shaking with her.
"Truce." He repeated as the two grinned at each other heading off to their bunks.
Okay that's it for chapter two, yea I got to think of a few title thingys and a title for the story soo yea.. Yep another late night.. I did most this story the night before and finished the end now and its err.2:40 in the morning but I don't really care I'm so used to it anyways. gawd how do I stay awake during school? I don't know my self soo yea.. Well I decided to experiment tonight with some food and what did I see? Pancakes, Marshmallows, Syrup and peanut butter not to mention I decorated the plate neatly with Oranges.-.-;;;.don't ask I'm really bored.well.I'm about to eat it soo I'll up date about it in the next chapter Umm. if you want to be added to my story just post a review or e-mail me at
lilangelz4ever@hotmail.com
Ya'know with the basic things like nick names, height and stuff like that. I'll check it. I normally check my mail every other day.. Sometimes everyday. sooo yea I guess that's all. err I'm still trying to think of a damn title and all and er yea I need lil name thingys for the chapter stuff. I'm going to get to the point pretty soon on why Frenchy doesn't like to go to Manhattan and stuff even though it seems like she's having a pretty good time..