Past's Do Bite
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: same one applies.....
A/N: thnx fer the reviews......
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"Dun tell no one" Tk said before going to the washroom. "Promise?" Spot shook his head yes and Tk walked into the washroom to get ready.
Spot sighed and shook his head. This girl was confusing but she was also one who he could trust his life with. Spot sat up, yawned, and stood up. He walked passed the door to the washroom and heard Tk singing. He laughed quietly and left her to her singing. He opened the door to the main bunkroom and he saw Jack sitting playing poker with a few of his newsies.
"What you'se doin' heah?" Spot asked coming up to the game. Jack layed down his cards and looked at Spot.
"I'se wanna speak to Tk. I'se have a question for her" Jack replied.
"You'se haftah wait for her." Spot said.
"Why?" Jack asked.
"She's gettin' ready fer today" Spot replied. Jack was about to say something but Tk walked by Spot's side. Spot smiled and looked at Tk.
"Jacky boy has a question fer you" Spot said to Tk. Tk looked at Jack, who was studying her face.
"Whats yer question?" Tk asked trying to get him to stop looking at her. It was irritating and uncomfortable for her.
"Have yah been in the refuge? At age 11 or 12?" Jack asked. Tk silently gasped.
"Yeah. Whats it to you?" Tk replied, starting to give him an attitude. She hated it how people always pryed into her past.
"I know you'se" said Jack, loudly. "I'se met you at the refuge 'cause you'se got in there fer stealin' "
Spot looked at Tk, who looked crushed. Spot didn't know this information. All he knew was that she was Jack's sister and that she had met him once, during the strike.
"Whats yer angle?" Tk asked, hoping Spot wouldn't find any more information.
"I'se just wanna know what Tk stands for" Jack replied.
"You'se ain't gettin' dat info, evah" Tk said. She stormed out of the Brooklyn LH, leaving them speechless. Tk walked towards the distrobution center to get her papes and sell them. She was not in the mood to face Spot, now that he knew Jack and her had met before, and Jack still didn't know who she was.
Tk walked up to the window and the distributor, Mr. Dentine, asked "Whats wrong wid you'se tahday, Tk?"
"Eh, not much Dentine. Jus' gimme my usual papes tahday" Tk replied.
Dentine nodded and handed her 150 papers and said "On me tahday" after Tk had the money out of her pocket.
"Thanks, Dentine" Tk said, grabbing the papes and leaving. 'Hes a nice ol' man' She thought as she walked to her normal selling spot. It was near the docks and near the Brooklyn Bridge. It was her spot and no one had dared to step on it. She stood and held up a paper. She didn't have to yell any made up headlines to get customers, they all came to her, with out her saying anything at all.
"Someone seems lonely, eh?" A voice behind Tk taunted. Tk turned around quickly and noticed it was Skittery and Racetrack.
"Dun do that!" Tk yelled. "I'se hate it when yah do that!"
"Sorry. I'se jus' had tah do that" Skit laughed. "Whats wrong?"
"I tell yah latah" Tk replied. "Or maybe nevah" Skit looked at her.
"Well wheah's Jack?" Race asked.
"At the LH. If you'se two go, tell Spot I'se gonna be out all day, and maybe all day" Tk replied. Race nodded and began to walk away. Skit stopped him and looked at her. He was going to say something but Race dragged him to the LH. Tk watched them leave and thought, 'A few more papes tah sell and I'se free as a boid'
Tk held up the last pape in her hand and one man came and bought it. "Thank you sir" Tk said graciously. The man nodded and left while reading the paper. She smiled, turned on her heels, and headed for Tibby's. She knew it was going to be a long walk but she had all day and she sure wasn't going to face anyone at the LH.
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Tk entered Tibby's and saw Dave, Sarah and Les there. They were noticeable because Dave was being an idiot, Sarah was laughing her head off, and Les sat there wishing he was somewhere else. Tk let out a silent laugh and walked to a table. Les saw her and walked to her.
"Mind if I'se sit here?" He asked.
"Shoah." said Tk. "You'se related tah dat monkey?"
Les nodded. "He's me broddah. I'se wish he'd stop doin' those things. It embarasses me"
"You'se a newsie? Like him?" Tk asked. She saw him look down at the table and then back at her.
"Yeah. It's the only way I'se can get any freedom from me sistah and home." replied Les. "You'se ain't from 'round heah, are yah?"
"Nah, I'se from Brooklyn" She replied.
"You'se Spot's right-hand goil, right?" Tk nodded a yes. "Wow. I'se nevah met a goil newsie that's as tough as Spot."
"Really?" Tk asked.
"Yeah. I'se wish I could leave heah and go tah Brooklyn." Les replied.
"Come wid me, then. I'se shoah Spot wouldn't mind." Tk said. "Lets go" The two stood and walked out of Tibby's. Dave and Sarah didn't notice him leave Tibby's and they kept being stupid.
Tk saw Les had grown maybe 2 or 3 inches from when she last saw him, which was 9 months ago when Spot had her go deliver a message to Dave. Tk thought of what Spot would say and hopefully he wouldn't say no to Les.
Les looked at her and knew she was troubled. He just didn't want to go and pry into her thoughts so he kept quiet. It was quiet all the way to Brooklyn.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I had been gone for 4 days and had no access to a computer plus I had writers block. So, hopefully you like this chapter...its gonna have a plot...its getting there. something happens and then someone.....i am not gonna give the plot away. uh, plz r&r. thnx
-american-psycho-
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: same one applies.....
A/N: thnx fer the reviews......
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"Dun tell no one" Tk said before going to the washroom. "Promise?" Spot shook his head yes and Tk walked into the washroom to get ready.
Spot sighed and shook his head. This girl was confusing but she was also one who he could trust his life with. Spot sat up, yawned, and stood up. He walked passed the door to the washroom and heard Tk singing. He laughed quietly and left her to her singing. He opened the door to the main bunkroom and he saw Jack sitting playing poker with a few of his newsies.
"What you'se doin' heah?" Spot asked coming up to the game. Jack layed down his cards and looked at Spot.
"I'se wanna speak to Tk. I'se have a question for her" Jack replied.
"You'se haftah wait for her." Spot said.
"Why?" Jack asked.
"She's gettin' ready fer today" Spot replied. Jack was about to say something but Tk walked by Spot's side. Spot smiled and looked at Tk.
"Jacky boy has a question fer you" Spot said to Tk. Tk looked at Jack, who was studying her face.
"Whats yer question?" Tk asked trying to get him to stop looking at her. It was irritating and uncomfortable for her.
"Have yah been in the refuge? At age 11 or 12?" Jack asked. Tk silently gasped.
"Yeah. Whats it to you?" Tk replied, starting to give him an attitude. She hated it how people always pryed into her past.
"I know you'se" said Jack, loudly. "I'se met you at the refuge 'cause you'se got in there fer stealin' "
Spot looked at Tk, who looked crushed. Spot didn't know this information. All he knew was that she was Jack's sister and that she had met him once, during the strike.
"Whats yer angle?" Tk asked, hoping Spot wouldn't find any more information.
"I'se just wanna know what Tk stands for" Jack replied.
"You'se ain't gettin' dat info, evah" Tk said. She stormed out of the Brooklyn LH, leaving them speechless. Tk walked towards the distrobution center to get her papes and sell them. She was not in the mood to face Spot, now that he knew Jack and her had met before, and Jack still didn't know who she was.
Tk walked up to the window and the distributor, Mr. Dentine, asked "Whats wrong wid you'se tahday, Tk?"
"Eh, not much Dentine. Jus' gimme my usual papes tahday" Tk replied.
Dentine nodded and handed her 150 papers and said "On me tahday" after Tk had the money out of her pocket.
"Thanks, Dentine" Tk said, grabbing the papes and leaving. 'Hes a nice ol' man' She thought as she walked to her normal selling spot. It was near the docks and near the Brooklyn Bridge. It was her spot and no one had dared to step on it. She stood and held up a paper. She didn't have to yell any made up headlines to get customers, they all came to her, with out her saying anything at all.
"Someone seems lonely, eh?" A voice behind Tk taunted. Tk turned around quickly and noticed it was Skittery and Racetrack.
"Dun do that!" Tk yelled. "I'se hate it when yah do that!"
"Sorry. I'se jus' had tah do that" Skit laughed. "Whats wrong?"
"I tell yah latah" Tk replied. "Or maybe nevah" Skit looked at her.
"Well wheah's Jack?" Race asked.
"At the LH. If you'se two go, tell Spot I'se gonna be out all day, and maybe all day" Tk replied. Race nodded and began to walk away. Skit stopped him and looked at her. He was going to say something but Race dragged him to the LH. Tk watched them leave and thought, 'A few more papes tah sell and I'se free as a boid'
Tk held up the last pape in her hand and one man came and bought it. "Thank you sir" Tk said graciously. The man nodded and left while reading the paper. She smiled, turned on her heels, and headed for Tibby's. She knew it was going to be a long walk but she had all day and she sure wasn't going to face anyone at the LH.
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Tk entered Tibby's and saw Dave, Sarah and Les there. They were noticeable because Dave was being an idiot, Sarah was laughing her head off, and Les sat there wishing he was somewhere else. Tk let out a silent laugh and walked to a table. Les saw her and walked to her.
"Mind if I'se sit here?" He asked.
"Shoah." said Tk. "You'se related tah dat monkey?"
Les nodded. "He's me broddah. I'se wish he'd stop doin' those things. It embarasses me"
"You'se a newsie? Like him?" Tk asked. She saw him look down at the table and then back at her.
"Yeah. It's the only way I'se can get any freedom from me sistah and home." replied Les. "You'se ain't from 'round heah, are yah?"
"Nah, I'se from Brooklyn" She replied.
"You'se Spot's right-hand goil, right?" Tk nodded a yes. "Wow. I'se nevah met a goil newsie that's as tough as Spot."
"Really?" Tk asked.
"Yeah. I'se wish I could leave heah and go tah Brooklyn." Les replied.
"Come wid me, then. I'se shoah Spot wouldn't mind." Tk said. "Lets go" The two stood and walked out of Tibby's. Dave and Sarah didn't notice him leave Tibby's and they kept being stupid.
Tk saw Les had grown maybe 2 or 3 inches from when she last saw him, which was 9 months ago when Spot had her go deliver a message to Dave. Tk thought of what Spot would say and hopefully he wouldn't say no to Les.
Les looked at her and knew she was troubled. He just didn't want to go and pry into her thoughts so he kept quiet. It was quiet all the way to Brooklyn.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I had been gone for 4 days and had no access to a computer plus I had writers block. So, hopefully you like this chapter...its gonna have a plot...its getting there. something happens and then someone.....i am not gonna give the plot away. uh, plz r&r. thnx
-american-psycho-