Heh... I can't really think of a really good chapter so this probably took
awhile, I'm also trying to find a name. lol! I love my Italian lessons!!!
*Big smile**Mutters* I also love my Stephen King books, *Hugs a bunch of
thick books*. Right now I'm reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes. I'm only on
page thirteen but oh well I just started and all. its interestin' so far,
its like six hundred and something pages long. I used to take French and I
know a little Japanese, I want to take lessons for it (Japanese) and
Spanish I know a word or two in Spanish though.. I feel soo smart *Rolls
eyes*.. Anyways I'm rambling again but I'm always doing that *Shrugs* its
uhhh.. a family curse. yep that's what it is (lol)(j/k).Oh yea I forgot to
say those Pancake thingys I put together weren't half bad. it was pretty
good, except the oranges didn't seem to be really ripe (err that's how you
spell it right? I think that's it.)
Shout outs:
Spotted one: Hey!!! Yea well I was talking to my little brother and he said he knew the answer was going to be no and I said what my mom used to always tell me when I was his age (7) and I'm only twice his age now so I was like 'ack'. I thought no one would read my story! Err yea I've posted like three before this one but I didn't really like them so I took 'em down.
He stood there, his back turned from her as she tried to hide. His shoulder length tangled brown, which looked to be a deep black, colored hair. Before she could move he turned to her, his deep violet eyes flashing for a spilt second a hideous, evil smile found its way to his face that had smudges of dirt all around. She tried to move but her body wouldn't listen to her as he advanced. He raised something in his hand it sparkled in the light of the full moon, it was a long blade, small handle more like a dagger, on the side it had something red after a second a drop rolled down slowly slipping down the side of the blade and falling to the ground, as it was in the air it looked hypnotizing she couldn't take her eyes from it as it landed on the ground with a soft noise sounding like soft raindrops hitting the dusted up dirt roads. She looked up into his violet eyes that had hatred burning within them, her own dark brown eyes held fear. 'Traitor!' her mind roared her body still refusing to move, she hated feeling and being weak and helpless. Her body was locked in place as he advanced on her blade held high, the wind howled and then-
"Ahhh!" Frenchy screamed as she tumbled down from her bunk in a cold sweat breathing heavily. She closed her eyes trying to relax, 'it was only a dream.' She thought trying to reassure herself, it wasn't working well especially when another voice echoed in the back of her head, 'Yes but it was so real, and it was what almost did actually happen.' It said cruelly, 'Shuddup.' Her mind hissed back filled with venom. 'Fine.' it said back, she could just see someone shrugging as they forgot about a conversation or a fight that they had just started. She stood up, her blankets twirled around on her bunk as she finally noticed the guys that were in their bunks mumbling some of them trying to get up and a few were mumbling things like 'I'se up Kloppy' and 'leave meah 'lone'.
"Sorry I'se fell." She said as most of the boys mumbled a 'whatever' and went back to bed. She walked into the washroom knowing she wouldn't be getting anymore sleep that night. When she came out of the washroom she had her Newsie cap and her slingshot, with her "trademark" pair of tan pants and another over sized shirt that looked like she had "borrowed" from someone. This shirt was dark red, but instead of the shirt rolled up to her elbows it was draped down the full length of her arm two or three extra inches. With cat like stealth she was halfway outside the window and onto the fire escape in seconds. She sat down watching the rain hit the ground softly.
~~Inside the Bunkroom~~
A pair of dark brown eyes watched the girl leave out the window, stuffing its face back into its pillow the person went back to sleep. Jack slipped out of his bunk groggily he staggered to the washroom putting on his clothes, along with his black cowboy hat and dark red bandana which he was tying around his neck. He remembered Frenchy had gone outside during the night and he had actually woken up before his Newsies, seeing her not in her bunk he decided to go outside and see if she was still there. He slipped open the window and Frenchy didn't notice he was outside until he sat next to her, in silence they both watched as the sun slowly raised, coloring the sky all kinds of individual colors. Five minutes before Kloppman would be coming up and wake up all the Manhattan Newsboys that were staying in his lodge. Jack broke the silence knowing they were going to have to go back inside in a moment or two.
"Didja stay up dah whole night? Wuds wrong?" Jack asked with slight concern. Frenchy had been there for over two weeks now and she only had one dream or nightmare, not counting the one she just had.
"Nothin, jest a bad dream an' yea I'se couldn't gid back tah sleep." She responded easily as she stood up brushing herself off, "We'se bettah gid back inside Kloppy will be up in dah room in a minute." True as she said the moment her and Jack climbed through the window and shut it Kloppman came up. He was shocked that Jack had gotten up with out him having to fight with him; he hid it by shaking all the other Newsies awake. Frenchy smiled mischievously everything that had taken place the night before either forgotten or ignored by her as she pounced on someone who was sitting up in his bed. He had messy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, just sitting down he looked to be at least five foot nine inches or somewhere around that height. He had his pink shirt halfway on before he was "ambushed" from the side.
"Skittery!!" Frenchy shouted as they tumbled on the bed landing in a heap on the ground, she smiled, "You'se awake?" She asked eagerly still sitting on him as he pushed her off both of them getting up. He glared at her.
"I'se given you'se t'ree seconds tah run. one, two-" Skittery said before he was able to get to three Frenchy stopped him giving him the best innocent look she could muster up.
"You'se." She sniffed fake tears coming to her eyes, "You'se wouldn't hoit a goil now, would yah Skitts?" She asked. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow along with the Newsies that had heard her. Skittery finally answered.
"A goil no." He said doing a little sign with his hands, Frenchy sighed with slight relief the boys around them watched on, slightly confused, "But you'se, yeah." He added.
"Damn." The word was barely out of her mouth by the time she was on the ground her and Skittery struggling to win as they heard an angry Kloppman shout.
"You'se gots papes tah sell!" He shouted at the two who stopped, Frenchy darting out of the bunkroom, stumbling a little and Skittery ran to the washroom still trying to put on his pants as he came out seconds later, and darted down the stairs following Frenchy grabbing his cap as he went by his bunk. Leaving behind a smirking Kloppman who was still muttering things and his Newsie-mates (lol that sounds really weird), laughing. Frenchy and Skittery stopped their little game of cat and mouse when they reached the DO, they felt like they had already ran around all of Manhattan in five minutes. After a few minutes the Newsies came walking up all cheery and happy. Frenchy slung an arm around Skittery's shoulders, looking as if they were not just about ten minutes ago trying to kill one another. The DO gates opened and the Newsies flocked in getting their papes.
"Frenchy watch dis!" an excited Spark called out both him and Trolley holding slingshots that she had got for them, he put a marble in getting ready to shoot, Frenchy jumped up.
"No, Spa-" She never got to finish as he accidentally let it fly into the crowd of unknown Newsies, a small yelp was heard, Frenchy grabbed the two by the back of their shirts and put them by her papes along with the twenty that each boy had, "Hide dose t'ings." She whispered as she picked up her one hundred papes that she had left on the ground when she grabbed Trolley and Spark, both boys hiding there slingshots in confusion. Trying to act as if nothing happened Frenchy called over to Jack, "See you'se at Tibby's, Kelly." She started to leave as she saw an angry Newsie making his way through a crowd and to where she was.
"Errr come on boys lets go." Frenchy said nudging them the boys started walking as the Newsie caught up to them grabbing Frenchy by the arm he turned her around.
"Did you'se hit meah wid a marble?" He asked. He wasn't bad looking he had blonde hair that barely reached the top of his eyebrows. He was a good two inches taller then her and was well built not as big as most the Brooklyn Newsies though. His eyes were a deep brown and it looked to be almost black. He was wearing dark brown pants that had some dirt smears and a off white long sleeve shirt with what seemed to be at least 45 papes held under his right arm and a dark brown Newsie cap lay on his head.
"Me?" She said in mock horror, "a coise not, why would I'se do dat?" She asked innocently. He sneered at her.
"You'se dah only one wid a slingshot." He pointed at her pocket where the slingshot was half sticking out.
"You'se got meah." She said simply raising her hands up in mock defeat. He growled dropping his papes to the ground and swinging at her. She barely dogged it as she tossed her papes over to Trolley and Spark.
"'Ey now I'se nevah asked fer a fight." She said jumping out of his reach. He swung again almost hitting her shoulder as she jumped away.
"You'se know I'se can do dis all-" She was interrupted by a shout that made her wince.
"FRENCHY!" Spot came over towards her from where he was talking to Jack, Frenchy and the kid stopped their little game.
"Wud dah hell are you'se doing heah?" She yelled back. As he strolled up to her.
"Startin' fights in Manhattan now?" Spot asked.
"Conlon, I'se nevah asked fer a baby sittah." She growled the Newsie she had been "arguing" with was nowhere in site, 'prolly scared o' Conlon.' She thought. Trolley and Spark stared in awe at Spot who hadn't noticed them from behind Frenchy.
"I'se nevah asked for a smart ass." He said back Frenchy just grumbled.
"Wudda you'se doin heah?" She demanded.
"I'se came to visit Jacky-boy, 'e said dat 'e don't care if I sell heah." He said back, she noticed the papes he was holding under his arm, she nodded.
"Okay well I'se goin tah sell wid Trolley an' Spark." She said gesturing to the two boys behind her that had their mouths slightly open, Spot got his little ego smirk on his face, Frenchy groaned, "C'mon boys." She said as they started walking away, "See you'se lata Conlon." She added, Spot nodded at her as he strutted off a few girls getting hearts in their eyes since Spot had a few of his buttons on his shirt undone Frenchy rolled her eyes.
"Dat was Spot Conlon!" Trolley literally shouted in his excitement.
"Yea?" Frenchy asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'se mean Dah Spot Conlon dah leadah o' Brooklyn, everyone knows 'em 'e's like a legend!" Spark said.
"Yeah but I'se guessing you'se nevah lived wid dat legend." She muttered as they started selling their papes.
~~Afternoon at Tibby's~~
The bell on the door chimed as three people walked in.
"Ey Kelly!" Frenchy shouted sitting down Trolley and Spark running off somewhere.
"Heya Frenchy." Jack replied, Frenchy showed her "affection" towards Spot and Jack by always calling them by their last names, every once in a while (every blue moon) by their first. The door opened and two boys walked in. One had sandy blonde hair that sometime covered his green right eye (tell me if I'm wrong) an eye patch over his left. He was wearing a faded red short sleeve short with a long white sleeved under shirt and tan pants. He looked to be about seventeen and stood about five foot seven inches. The boy behind him seemed to be the same age and height, he had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes, he was wearing a faded light blue short sleeve shirt and a white long sleeve under shirt lie the boy before him, but instead of tan pants he had on bluish gray shorts.
"Blink! Mush!" Frenchy shouted beckoning them over to where she was sitting, the two boys walked over sitting on either side of her.
"You'se all finish sellin'?" Someone said as they strolled in through the door.
"Conlon." Frenchy groaned, "One o' dah best parts of comin heah was tah gid away from you'se." Spot gave her one of his smirks and turned his back to her as he talked to Jack, she grumbled then started to strike up a conversation with Blink and Mush.
"Anythin' intrestin' happen taday?" She asked.
"Not much jest s few encounters wid dah bulls." Blink said.
"Yep dats about it." Mush agreed.
"Wow sounds like fun." Frenchy muttered an idea popping in her head, "'Ey meah favoritest (1899) Brooklyn leadah." She said in a singsong voice.
"Yer only Brooklyn leadah." Spot said back in his own singsong voice not even glancing at her.
"Wud dah you'se say meah an' a few o' Jack's boys go tah Brooklyn fer a lil swim? Spot?" She asked innocently giving him a puppy dogface.
"Dose don't woik wid meah." He said turning to her.
"Oh c'mon Spot, pwease?" She asked he rolled his eyes.
"Shoah." He said. Frenchy did a little victory jump.
"You'se don't mind do you'se Jack?" She asked. He shrugged and nodded his head in agreement with the famous Brooklyn leader.
"You'se two wanna go?" She asked as Blink and Mush nodded getting as Skittery walked in.
"'Ey Skittery you'se wanna go tah Brooklyn wid us?" Mush asked.
"Shoah." Skittery said. Frenchy gave Spot and Jack a little salute as the trio walked out to door headed to Brooklyn.
~Brooklyn~
Frenchy walked on the docks, Skittery, Mush and Kid Blink following her. She passed by a bunch of boys that seemed to know her until she got to some place in the docks, she smiled at the boys behind her and gave them the sign to keep quiet as she snuck up behind someone who was playing poker with a few boys. She put her arms around his shoulders sort of hugging his neck.
"Not dat one." Frenchy said as he jumped up looking behind him.
"Wud I'se gone an' you'se ain't happy tah see meah?" She asked acting hurt then laughed, "Where's Cards?" She asked. Someone grabbed her from behind.
"'Ey Frenchy meah an' dah boys decided tah gid you'se back fer er last prank." Cards said as she thought for a moment.
"Conlon knew bout dis didn't 'e?" She asked. The boys smiled.
"Yep." Slider said coming from out of nowhere.literally. Frenchy put on the face she used with Skittery earlier that day.
"Bruiser you'se wouldn't let dem do dis would yah?" She asked.
"Nope." He said, "I'se goin tah do it." She growled at him her eye twitched once.
"Aww C'mon wud are you'se all goin tah do?" She said.
"We'se gonna throw you'se off dah Brooklyn Bridge." He said.
"What?!?! Bruiser yo-" Cards interrupted her.
"We'se jokin'" He said. She glared.
"Well we'se don't got much but dere's gonna be a party at Medda's, New Yeah's so how bout you'se sing somethin' at dah party an' we'se let you'se go?" Slider suggested.
"Shoah." Frenchy along with Cards and Bruiser said. They all spit shook on it.
"Oh Frenchy one last t'ing." Cards said.
"Wuds dat?" She asked. The three boys grabbed her and threw her into the harbor.
"Have a nice swim!" The shouted as Frenchy surfaced sputtering water out. A shirtless Mush, Blink and Skittery jumped in moments after as they started up a little game of chase.
By the time they were walking back to the lodge they were freezing, they all thought the same thing, 'We'se prolly gonna gid sick.' They were still smiling even though they were freezing; they had played a bunch of games, pranks and other thing while swimming. Skittery and dove under the water pulling Mush down with her, moments later the three of them grabbed Blink pulling him under as the came up gasping for air. The splashed around and Frenchy "accidentally" knocked a random Brooklyn Newsie into the water, he didn't see her since she dove down the moment he started fall. They laughed about a couple of pranks and jokes they had made and when Cards finally found out that Frenchy had his shirt on along with Bruiser who had lost his she just smiled innocently and went under the water. Finally they reached the lodge, the boys pants were still barley dripping water as Frenchy's shirt, pants and hair still dripped water along with every time she walked since her friends had thrown her in before she could take off her brown worn shoes. She smiled at a few Newsies as she walked in and up to the bunkroom wanting to change out of the clothes she was wearing.
Finally she got out of the washroom everyone or at least almost everyone, had started to go to bed, smiling over at the sleeping forms of Trolley and Spark each on their own bunks, Sparks right above Trolley, she hopped onto her own bunk as she slipped under her thin sheets. The Manhattan Newsies slowly turning into walking blurs, the noise around her seemed to get quieter and quieter until she fell asleep, snoring lightly. The last thing she thought was, will this night bring peace? Or her will her nightmares come to haunt her once again?
Well I hope you like it its not much and its four in the morning right now and I'm kinda tired.. I wrote some of this.a little of the beginning in the afternoon.. I know it sucks but it was the best I could think of and I'm getting a little tired of staying at this little lab top ever since my damn KaZaa broke down I can't listen to music and write at the same time so. err yea even though it probably slowed me down a bit I just like music a lot. probably a little too much. but I like Newsies more! I'm posting this the day after I finished it or well now in the afternoon but oh well..
The little ending thingy about characters still stands just send a e-mail to lilangelz4ever@hotmail.com and I'll check it since I now check my e-mail at least twice daily.
Bye!
~ Angelo Scuro ~
Shout outs:
Spotted one: Hey!!! Yea well I was talking to my little brother and he said he knew the answer was going to be no and I said what my mom used to always tell me when I was his age (7) and I'm only twice his age now so I was like 'ack'. I thought no one would read my story! Err yea I've posted like three before this one but I didn't really like them so I took 'em down.
He stood there, his back turned from her as she tried to hide. His shoulder length tangled brown, which looked to be a deep black, colored hair. Before she could move he turned to her, his deep violet eyes flashing for a spilt second a hideous, evil smile found its way to his face that had smudges of dirt all around. She tried to move but her body wouldn't listen to her as he advanced. He raised something in his hand it sparkled in the light of the full moon, it was a long blade, small handle more like a dagger, on the side it had something red after a second a drop rolled down slowly slipping down the side of the blade and falling to the ground, as it was in the air it looked hypnotizing she couldn't take her eyes from it as it landed on the ground with a soft noise sounding like soft raindrops hitting the dusted up dirt roads. She looked up into his violet eyes that had hatred burning within them, her own dark brown eyes held fear. 'Traitor!' her mind roared her body still refusing to move, she hated feeling and being weak and helpless. Her body was locked in place as he advanced on her blade held high, the wind howled and then-
"Ahhh!" Frenchy screamed as she tumbled down from her bunk in a cold sweat breathing heavily. She closed her eyes trying to relax, 'it was only a dream.' She thought trying to reassure herself, it wasn't working well especially when another voice echoed in the back of her head, 'Yes but it was so real, and it was what almost did actually happen.' It said cruelly, 'Shuddup.' Her mind hissed back filled with venom. 'Fine.' it said back, she could just see someone shrugging as they forgot about a conversation or a fight that they had just started. She stood up, her blankets twirled around on her bunk as she finally noticed the guys that were in their bunks mumbling some of them trying to get up and a few were mumbling things like 'I'se up Kloppy' and 'leave meah 'lone'.
"Sorry I'se fell." She said as most of the boys mumbled a 'whatever' and went back to bed. She walked into the washroom knowing she wouldn't be getting anymore sleep that night. When she came out of the washroom she had her Newsie cap and her slingshot, with her "trademark" pair of tan pants and another over sized shirt that looked like she had "borrowed" from someone. This shirt was dark red, but instead of the shirt rolled up to her elbows it was draped down the full length of her arm two or three extra inches. With cat like stealth she was halfway outside the window and onto the fire escape in seconds. She sat down watching the rain hit the ground softly.
~~Inside the Bunkroom~~
A pair of dark brown eyes watched the girl leave out the window, stuffing its face back into its pillow the person went back to sleep. Jack slipped out of his bunk groggily he staggered to the washroom putting on his clothes, along with his black cowboy hat and dark red bandana which he was tying around his neck. He remembered Frenchy had gone outside during the night and he had actually woken up before his Newsies, seeing her not in her bunk he decided to go outside and see if she was still there. He slipped open the window and Frenchy didn't notice he was outside until he sat next to her, in silence they both watched as the sun slowly raised, coloring the sky all kinds of individual colors. Five minutes before Kloppman would be coming up and wake up all the Manhattan Newsboys that were staying in his lodge. Jack broke the silence knowing they were going to have to go back inside in a moment or two.
"Didja stay up dah whole night? Wuds wrong?" Jack asked with slight concern. Frenchy had been there for over two weeks now and she only had one dream or nightmare, not counting the one she just had.
"Nothin, jest a bad dream an' yea I'se couldn't gid back tah sleep." She responded easily as she stood up brushing herself off, "We'se bettah gid back inside Kloppy will be up in dah room in a minute." True as she said the moment her and Jack climbed through the window and shut it Kloppman came up. He was shocked that Jack had gotten up with out him having to fight with him; he hid it by shaking all the other Newsies awake. Frenchy smiled mischievously everything that had taken place the night before either forgotten or ignored by her as she pounced on someone who was sitting up in his bed. He had messy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, just sitting down he looked to be at least five foot nine inches or somewhere around that height. He had his pink shirt halfway on before he was "ambushed" from the side.
"Skittery!!" Frenchy shouted as they tumbled on the bed landing in a heap on the ground, she smiled, "You'se awake?" She asked eagerly still sitting on him as he pushed her off both of them getting up. He glared at her.
"I'se given you'se t'ree seconds tah run. one, two-" Skittery said before he was able to get to three Frenchy stopped him giving him the best innocent look she could muster up.
"You'se." She sniffed fake tears coming to her eyes, "You'se wouldn't hoit a goil now, would yah Skitts?" She asked. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow along with the Newsies that had heard her. Skittery finally answered.
"A goil no." He said doing a little sign with his hands, Frenchy sighed with slight relief the boys around them watched on, slightly confused, "But you'se, yeah." He added.
"Damn." The word was barely out of her mouth by the time she was on the ground her and Skittery struggling to win as they heard an angry Kloppman shout.
"You'se gots papes tah sell!" He shouted at the two who stopped, Frenchy darting out of the bunkroom, stumbling a little and Skittery ran to the washroom still trying to put on his pants as he came out seconds later, and darted down the stairs following Frenchy grabbing his cap as he went by his bunk. Leaving behind a smirking Kloppman who was still muttering things and his Newsie-mates (lol that sounds really weird), laughing. Frenchy and Skittery stopped their little game of cat and mouse when they reached the DO, they felt like they had already ran around all of Manhattan in five minutes. After a few minutes the Newsies came walking up all cheery and happy. Frenchy slung an arm around Skittery's shoulders, looking as if they were not just about ten minutes ago trying to kill one another. The DO gates opened and the Newsies flocked in getting their papes.
"Frenchy watch dis!" an excited Spark called out both him and Trolley holding slingshots that she had got for them, he put a marble in getting ready to shoot, Frenchy jumped up.
"No, Spa-" She never got to finish as he accidentally let it fly into the crowd of unknown Newsies, a small yelp was heard, Frenchy grabbed the two by the back of their shirts and put them by her papes along with the twenty that each boy had, "Hide dose t'ings." She whispered as she picked up her one hundred papes that she had left on the ground when she grabbed Trolley and Spark, both boys hiding there slingshots in confusion. Trying to act as if nothing happened Frenchy called over to Jack, "See you'se at Tibby's, Kelly." She started to leave as she saw an angry Newsie making his way through a crowd and to where she was.
"Errr come on boys lets go." Frenchy said nudging them the boys started walking as the Newsie caught up to them grabbing Frenchy by the arm he turned her around.
"Did you'se hit meah wid a marble?" He asked. He wasn't bad looking he had blonde hair that barely reached the top of his eyebrows. He was a good two inches taller then her and was well built not as big as most the Brooklyn Newsies though. His eyes were a deep brown and it looked to be almost black. He was wearing dark brown pants that had some dirt smears and a off white long sleeve shirt with what seemed to be at least 45 papes held under his right arm and a dark brown Newsie cap lay on his head.
"Me?" She said in mock horror, "a coise not, why would I'se do dat?" She asked innocently. He sneered at her.
"You'se dah only one wid a slingshot." He pointed at her pocket where the slingshot was half sticking out.
"You'se got meah." She said simply raising her hands up in mock defeat. He growled dropping his papes to the ground and swinging at her. She barely dogged it as she tossed her papes over to Trolley and Spark.
"'Ey now I'se nevah asked fer a fight." She said jumping out of his reach. He swung again almost hitting her shoulder as she jumped away.
"You'se know I'se can do dis all-" She was interrupted by a shout that made her wince.
"FRENCHY!" Spot came over towards her from where he was talking to Jack, Frenchy and the kid stopped their little game.
"Wud dah hell are you'se doing heah?" She yelled back. As he strolled up to her.
"Startin' fights in Manhattan now?" Spot asked.
"Conlon, I'se nevah asked fer a baby sittah." She growled the Newsie she had been "arguing" with was nowhere in site, 'prolly scared o' Conlon.' She thought. Trolley and Spark stared in awe at Spot who hadn't noticed them from behind Frenchy.
"I'se nevah asked for a smart ass." He said back Frenchy just grumbled.
"Wudda you'se doin heah?" She demanded.
"I'se came to visit Jacky-boy, 'e said dat 'e don't care if I sell heah." He said back, she noticed the papes he was holding under his arm, she nodded.
"Okay well I'se goin tah sell wid Trolley an' Spark." She said gesturing to the two boys behind her that had their mouths slightly open, Spot got his little ego smirk on his face, Frenchy groaned, "C'mon boys." She said as they started walking away, "See you'se lata Conlon." She added, Spot nodded at her as he strutted off a few girls getting hearts in their eyes since Spot had a few of his buttons on his shirt undone Frenchy rolled her eyes.
"Dat was Spot Conlon!" Trolley literally shouted in his excitement.
"Yea?" Frenchy asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'se mean Dah Spot Conlon dah leadah o' Brooklyn, everyone knows 'em 'e's like a legend!" Spark said.
"Yeah but I'se guessing you'se nevah lived wid dat legend." She muttered as they started selling their papes.
~~Afternoon at Tibby's~~
The bell on the door chimed as three people walked in.
"Ey Kelly!" Frenchy shouted sitting down Trolley and Spark running off somewhere.
"Heya Frenchy." Jack replied, Frenchy showed her "affection" towards Spot and Jack by always calling them by their last names, every once in a while (every blue moon) by their first. The door opened and two boys walked in. One had sandy blonde hair that sometime covered his green right eye (tell me if I'm wrong) an eye patch over his left. He was wearing a faded red short sleeve short with a long white sleeved under shirt and tan pants. He looked to be about seventeen and stood about five foot seven inches. The boy behind him seemed to be the same age and height, he had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes, he was wearing a faded light blue short sleeve shirt and a white long sleeve under shirt lie the boy before him, but instead of tan pants he had on bluish gray shorts.
"Blink! Mush!" Frenchy shouted beckoning them over to where she was sitting, the two boys walked over sitting on either side of her.
"You'se all finish sellin'?" Someone said as they strolled in through the door.
"Conlon." Frenchy groaned, "One o' dah best parts of comin heah was tah gid away from you'se." Spot gave her one of his smirks and turned his back to her as he talked to Jack, she grumbled then started to strike up a conversation with Blink and Mush.
"Anythin' intrestin' happen taday?" She asked.
"Not much jest s few encounters wid dah bulls." Blink said.
"Yep dats about it." Mush agreed.
"Wow sounds like fun." Frenchy muttered an idea popping in her head, "'Ey meah favoritest (1899) Brooklyn leadah." She said in a singsong voice.
"Yer only Brooklyn leadah." Spot said back in his own singsong voice not even glancing at her.
"Wud dah you'se say meah an' a few o' Jack's boys go tah Brooklyn fer a lil swim? Spot?" She asked innocently giving him a puppy dogface.
"Dose don't woik wid meah." He said turning to her.
"Oh c'mon Spot, pwease?" She asked he rolled his eyes.
"Shoah." He said. Frenchy did a little victory jump.
"You'se don't mind do you'se Jack?" She asked. He shrugged and nodded his head in agreement with the famous Brooklyn leader.
"You'se two wanna go?" She asked as Blink and Mush nodded getting as Skittery walked in.
"'Ey Skittery you'se wanna go tah Brooklyn wid us?" Mush asked.
"Shoah." Skittery said. Frenchy gave Spot and Jack a little salute as the trio walked out to door headed to Brooklyn.
~Brooklyn~
Frenchy walked on the docks, Skittery, Mush and Kid Blink following her. She passed by a bunch of boys that seemed to know her until she got to some place in the docks, she smiled at the boys behind her and gave them the sign to keep quiet as she snuck up behind someone who was playing poker with a few boys. She put her arms around his shoulders sort of hugging his neck.
"Not dat one." Frenchy said as he jumped up looking behind him.
"Wud I'se gone an' you'se ain't happy tah see meah?" She asked acting hurt then laughed, "Where's Cards?" She asked. Someone grabbed her from behind.
"'Ey Frenchy meah an' dah boys decided tah gid you'se back fer er last prank." Cards said as she thought for a moment.
"Conlon knew bout dis didn't 'e?" She asked. The boys smiled.
"Yep." Slider said coming from out of nowhere.literally. Frenchy put on the face she used with Skittery earlier that day.
"Bruiser you'se wouldn't let dem do dis would yah?" She asked.
"Nope." He said, "I'se goin tah do it." She growled at him her eye twitched once.
"Aww C'mon wud are you'se all goin tah do?" She said.
"We'se gonna throw you'se off dah Brooklyn Bridge." He said.
"What?!?! Bruiser yo-" Cards interrupted her.
"We'se jokin'" He said. She glared.
"Well we'se don't got much but dere's gonna be a party at Medda's, New Yeah's so how bout you'se sing somethin' at dah party an' we'se let you'se go?" Slider suggested.
"Shoah." Frenchy along with Cards and Bruiser said. They all spit shook on it.
"Oh Frenchy one last t'ing." Cards said.
"Wuds dat?" She asked. The three boys grabbed her and threw her into the harbor.
"Have a nice swim!" The shouted as Frenchy surfaced sputtering water out. A shirtless Mush, Blink and Skittery jumped in moments after as they started up a little game of chase.
By the time they were walking back to the lodge they were freezing, they all thought the same thing, 'We'se prolly gonna gid sick.' They were still smiling even though they were freezing; they had played a bunch of games, pranks and other thing while swimming. Skittery and dove under the water pulling Mush down with her, moments later the three of them grabbed Blink pulling him under as the came up gasping for air. The splashed around and Frenchy "accidentally" knocked a random Brooklyn Newsie into the water, he didn't see her since she dove down the moment he started fall. They laughed about a couple of pranks and jokes they had made and when Cards finally found out that Frenchy had his shirt on along with Bruiser who had lost his she just smiled innocently and went under the water. Finally they reached the lodge, the boys pants were still barley dripping water as Frenchy's shirt, pants and hair still dripped water along with every time she walked since her friends had thrown her in before she could take off her brown worn shoes. She smiled at a few Newsies as she walked in and up to the bunkroom wanting to change out of the clothes she was wearing.
Finally she got out of the washroom everyone or at least almost everyone, had started to go to bed, smiling over at the sleeping forms of Trolley and Spark each on their own bunks, Sparks right above Trolley, she hopped onto her own bunk as she slipped under her thin sheets. The Manhattan Newsies slowly turning into walking blurs, the noise around her seemed to get quieter and quieter until she fell asleep, snoring lightly. The last thing she thought was, will this night bring peace? Or her will her nightmares come to haunt her once again?
Well I hope you like it its not much and its four in the morning right now and I'm kinda tired.. I wrote some of this.a little of the beginning in the afternoon.. I know it sucks but it was the best I could think of and I'm getting a little tired of staying at this little lab top ever since my damn KaZaa broke down I can't listen to music and write at the same time so. err yea even though it probably slowed me down a bit I just like music a lot. probably a little too much. but I like Newsies more! I'm posting this the day after I finished it or well now in the afternoon but oh well..
The little ending thingy about characters still stands just send a e-mail to lilangelz4ever@hotmail.com and I'll check it since I now check my e-mail at least twice daily.
Bye!
~ Angelo Scuro ~