DISCLAIMER: Spunks Gerberre, Robert, Loraine, Patricia, Matthew, and Ebony
and Alex still belong to me, but all the other characters belong to the
mighty Disney!
A.N. YaY!!! Thanks to all the reviewers! It has been a while, I know. I have been working on other stories during the time, which I encourage you all to read and review (heehee), but I plan on finishing this story by Christmas! YaY! Quick shot outs to: Righty, american-psycho, MadPuppy, lncdaydreamer, Mist, Ashley, and singa. Youse are the BEST! Now don't start slacking on me now, keep those REVIEWS rolling in, goils! Here is another long-awaited chapter!
A Brand New Start
Sitting at the front of the class, Spot turned around every so often to wink at his girlfriend, who had been unfortunately assigned a seat towards the back on the first day of school. She blew kisses at him and all the while, her friends giggled at the adorable displays of affection. Mr. Hunter, the aged history teacher, was busy writing current events on the chalkboard when Robert walked into the room just before the late bell rung. Upon seeing Spot Conlon in his very own class, his first expression was that of utter confusion, but then he gave the Brooklyn leader a steady glare that did not disappear from his eyes even when Mr. Hunter began speaking.
Spot arched an eyebrow at the boy, as if daring him to even think about striking him and in return, Robert rose up his middle finger and mouthed an obscenity. The friend he sat beside snickered and sent a rubber band soaring through the air that smacked Spot on the ear.
"Mr. Weckleman," the teacher scolded in a deep voice, "if I see you convey such behavior again, I will not hesitate to send you to the headmaster's office." The boy looked down and muttered an apology. "Class, I would like you all to greet with warmness Mr. Spot Conlon, who will be our guest today." The girls admiringly sounded out each syllable of the word 'welcome' while the boys started to make barking noises.
"Spot, are you a dog or something." Robert asked sarcastically. "That would make your mother a bitch, am I correct?" His supporters burst out in laughter.
"Mr. Paschal," reprimanded the teacher once again, "you are an upperclassman at this institution and I expect you to set the proper example of a well-classed citizen for your younger classmates. Your father will not be too pleasured to be informed of the type of language his son is utilizing."
Spot smirked. "It's alright, Mr. Huntah. Robert can't help being an obnoxious joik. It comes natural fer him. It's in his nature tah make people's stomach toin when they's see his ugly face."
Mr. Hunter shook his head with a groan. The only way he could maintain order was by starting class, and so this he would do. "Open your textbooks to page 437. We will begin to study the American Revolution this week. Can anyone tell me a few facts about the Revolution of which they already have prior knowledge."
"I know!" Robert exclaimed, raising his hand. "They did not have filthy street rats running around thinking they were of more worth than the aristocracy."
"No, they's had an idiotic aristocracy rather who, just because they had enough money to guarantee their future, thought they's could walk all over the lower classes like trash!" Spunks snapped.
Spot stood up with permission from Mr. Hunter and addressed Robert and Spunks in particular. "Actually, youse is both wrong. There were street rats and peasants back then, and it's even believed by many historians that the American Revolution was nothing more than an economic struggle between two opposing classes. And in regards tah the aristocracy despising those below them in social status, it's well known that many men of great wealth, such as Benjamin Franklin, believed that all men were endowed with natural rights upon birth, and so they's fought fer the freedom of all."
Silence.
"Mr. Conlon," the impressed teacher at the front of the class began, with startled eyes and a gaping mouth. "You are absolutely correct. Will you be transferring to this class next semester?" He wished the boy would say yes, for never had he met a youth with such knowledge of history.
"Nah, I live in New Yawk wid me newsies and I wouldn't leave them fer the woild." He resumed his seat and the class proceeded without any more rude remarks or comments.
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Spunks frowned after purchasing her meal from the lunch line when she found that the table Spot was sitting at was filled with blushing girls, one of which had taken her seat. She made her way towards her boyfriend and intentionally cleared her throat beside him. Spot looked up at her with an innocent smile, and then without warning, set her food tray atop the table and pulled her onto his lap.
"You are such an adorable couple!" One girl sighed with dreamy eyes.
"Spot, you have the loveliest eyes."
"Spot, are you going to be visiting our class more often?"
"Spot, can you tutor me in history?"
The Brooklyn leader smirked at all the attention; it was nothing new to him obviously, since he was loved by all back in New York as well. Spunks wrapped her arms around his neck protectively and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Awwww," the girls said in unison.
"Since when are youse a learned scholar of history," Spunks whispered into his ear.
"Ya don't think a street rat is capable of knowing these things?" he asked playfully. "Actually, I used tah go tah a private school when me family wasn't so dysfunctional. History was me favorite subject." He took a bite out of the roll on her food tray and nodded his approval of its taste.
"Hey, Alex, go fetch a dogcatcher and tell him we have a loose mongrel in the school with rabies!"
Alex Weckleman laughed at Robert's joke and motioned to all his friends to join their forming group of tormentors. "He's too dirty even for their resources!"
Spot tried to nudge Spunks off of him so that he could defend himself, but the girl shook her head sadly, saying that she did not want him to fight. He sighed, knowing that the altercation would end with a fight either way.
"Hey, mutt," Robert called out. "What do you think you are doing with my girlfriend there?"
Spot gave him a solid look. "Well she's willingly sitting on my lap and not yours so why don't youse figure out the math fer yourself."
"Just spell it out for me, Einstein. Do you actually think you can come marauding in here and steal the girl I love? You are not even worthy of being in our presence, river trash. You need to learn your place in society and scurry back to the shack you live in with all your other insignificant newsies."
"Stop being such a bastard!" Spunks yelled. "We'se are going to settle this like civilized people. Spot has every right to come here and ask me out again, Robert. There's more to the story than what I told you."
Spot looked at the girl as if she were crazy. "Ya told him all our poisonal business?!"
Seeing his chance to enrage Spot, Robert nodded with a wicked grin. "She sure did, all high and mighty leader of Brooklyn." He waved his hands wildly about and started yelling to his fellow students. "Gather 'round, kiddies! Let me tell you the story behind these two. They were not always as happy as you see them now. No, these two use to be the worse of enemies, always fighting and making each other's lives miserable. And then one night, just like that, they slept together!" There were gasps from the girls.
"That is right, ladies, dear old Mack here engaged in premarital sex. Shame on her. But the tale does not end there! No, it merely gets better. Spunks started to falsely brag afterwards of being a slut who had slept around with the entire population of New York for the sole reason of hurting Mr. Brooklyn, and since Spot had been an innocent virgin before having met her, he was brokenhearted." The boys roared in amusement at the embarrassed and infuriated look on Spot's face at that moment.
Spunks glanced at him and instantly regretted having shared anything about her and Spot's past to anyone. She rose to her feet, marched up to Richard, and slapped him hard across the cheek, the sound cracking like a whip through the cafeteria. "This is over, ya understand me?"
"Oh, it has been over, sweety. Afterall, why would I want a girl who has screwed every single guy she has ever met?" He knew it was a lie, that in her whole entire life, Spunks had only shared something so precious with Spot, but he was doing good with the embarrassment factor of this whole escapade and he figured he might as well go the whole nine yards.
Spot pushed between Robert and Spunks and stared the older boy in the eyes. "Ya know what? Youse is right. I'se don't belong heah. Stupid me, thinking it shouldn't mattah where I come from." He caressed Spunk's cheek with a hand, and to her he said, "I'se sorry about all of this, Spunky. Youse were tellin the truth when ya said we'se were two different people now. It's time we both move on." He kissed her and then held her close for one last hug. "I love youse, but there aint to way this'll ever woik." Then, without another word, he walked out of the cafeteria with his head held high.
Spunks tried to go after him, but she was held back by Robert. "Do not beg for his forgiveness, Mack. Stay here with the people you belong with. He is nothing but trouble."
Spunks balled her hands into a fist and struck him in the jaw, making his teeth bleed. "Go to hell, Robert Paschal."
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A.N. YaY!!! Thanks to all the reviewers! It has been a while, I know. I have been working on other stories during the time, which I encourage you all to read and review (heehee), but I plan on finishing this story by Christmas! YaY! Quick shot outs to: Righty, american-psycho, MadPuppy, lncdaydreamer, Mist, Ashley, and singa. Youse are the BEST! Now don't start slacking on me now, keep those REVIEWS rolling in, goils! Here is another long-awaited chapter!
A Brand New Start
Sitting at the front of the class, Spot turned around every so often to wink at his girlfriend, who had been unfortunately assigned a seat towards the back on the first day of school. She blew kisses at him and all the while, her friends giggled at the adorable displays of affection. Mr. Hunter, the aged history teacher, was busy writing current events on the chalkboard when Robert walked into the room just before the late bell rung. Upon seeing Spot Conlon in his very own class, his first expression was that of utter confusion, but then he gave the Brooklyn leader a steady glare that did not disappear from his eyes even when Mr. Hunter began speaking.
Spot arched an eyebrow at the boy, as if daring him to even think about striking him and in return, Robert rose up his middle finger and mouthed an obscenity. The friend he sat beside snickered and sent a rubber band soaring through the air that smacked Spot on the ear.
"Mr. Weckleman," the teacher scolded in a deep voice, "if I see you convey such behavior again, I will not hesitate to send you to the headmaster's office." The boy looked down and muttered an apology. "Class, I would like you all to greet with warmness Mr. Spot Conlon, who will be our guest today." The girls admiringly sounded out each syllable of the word 'welcome' while the boys started to make barking noises.
"Spot, are you a dog or something." Robert asked sarcastically. "That would make your mother a bitch, am I correct?" His supporters burst out in laughter.
"Mr. Paschal," reprimanded the teacher once again, "you are an upperclassman at this institution and I expect you to set the proper example of a well-classed citizen for your younger classmates. Your father will not be too pleasured to be informed of the type of language his son is utilizing."
Spot smirked. "It's alright, Mr. Huntah. Robert can't help being an obnoxious joik. It comes natural fer him. It's in his nature tah make people's stomach toin when they's see his ugly face."
Mr. Hunter shook his head with a groan. The only way he could maintain order was by starting class, and so this he would do. "Open your textbooks to page 437. We will begin to study the American Revolution this week. Can anyone tell me a few facts about the Revolution of which they already have prior knowledge."
"I know!" Robert exclaimed, raising his hand. "They did not have filthy street rats running around thinking they were of more worth than the aristocracy."
"No, they's had an idiotic aristocracy rather who, just because they had enough money to guarantee their future, thought they's could walk all over the lower classes like trash!" Spunks snapped.
Spot stood up with permission from Mr. Hunter and addressed Robert and Spunks in particular. "Actually, youse is both wrong. There were street rats and peasants back then, and it's even believed by many historians that the American Revolution was nothing more than an economic struggle between two opposing classes. And in regards tah the aristocracy despising those below them in social status, it's well known that many men of great wealth, such as Benjamin Franklin, believed that all men were endowed with natural rights upon birth, and so they's fought fer the freedom of all."
Silence.
"Mr. Conlon," the impressed teacher at the front of the class began, with startled eyes and a gaping mouth. "You are absolutely correct. Will you be transferring to this class next semester?" He wished the boy would say yes, for never had he met a youth with such knowledge of history.
"Nah, I live in New Yawk wid me newsies and I wouldn't leave them fer the woild." He resumed his seat and the class proceeded without any more rude remarks or comments.
* * * * *
Spunks frowned after purchasing her meal from the lunch line when she found that the table Spot was sitting at was filled with blushing girls, one of which had taken her seat. She made her way towards her boyfriend and intentionally cleared her throat beside him. Spot looked up at her with an innocent smile, and then without warning, set her food tray atop the table and pulled her onto his lap.
"You are such an adorable couple!" One girl sighed with dreamy eyes.
"Spot, you have the loveliest eyes."
"Spot, are you going to be visiting our class more often?"
"Spot, can you tutor me in history?"
The Brooklyn leader smirked at all the attention; it was nothing new to him obviously, since he was loved by all back in New York as well. Spunks wrapped her arms around his neck protectively and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Awwww," the girls said in unison.
"Since when are youse a learned scholar of history," Spunks whispered into his ear.
"Ya don't think a street rat is capable of knowing these things?" he asked playfully. "Actually, I used tah go tah a private school when me family wasn't so dysfunctional. History was me favorite subject." He took a bite out of the roll on her food tray and nodded his approval of its taste.
"Hey, Alex, go fetch a dogcatcher and tell him we have a loose mongrel in the school with rabies!"
Alex Weckleman laughed at Robert's joke and motioned to all his friends to join their forming group of tormentors. "He's too dirty even for their resources!"
Spot tried to nudge Spunks off of him so that he could defend himself, but the girl shook her head sadly, saying that she did not want him to fight. He sighed, knowing that the altercation would end with a fight either way.
"Hey, mutt," Robert called out. "What do you think you are doing with my girlfriend there?"
Spot gave him a solid look. "Well she's willingly sitting on my lap and not yours so why don't youse figure out the math fer yourself."
"Just spell it out for me, Einstein. Do you actually think you can come marauding in here and steal the girl I love? You are not even worthy of being in our presence, river trash. You need to learn your place in society and scurry back to the shack you live in with all your other insignificant newsies."
"Stop being such a bastard!" Spunks yelled. "We'se are going to settle this like civilized people. Spot has every right to come here and ask me out again, Robert. There's more to the story than what I told you."
Spot looked at the girl as if she were crazy. "Ya told him all our poisonal business?!"
Seeing his chance to enrage Spot, Robert nodded with a wicked grin. "She sure did, all high and mighty leader of Brooklyn." He waved his hands wildly about and started yelling to his fellow students. "Gather 'round, kiddies! Let me tell you the story behind these two. They were not always as happy as you see them now. No, these two use to be the worse of enemies, always fighting and making each other's lives miserable. And then one night, just like that, they slept together!" There were gasps from the girls.
"That is right, ladies, dear old Mack here engaged in premarital sex. Shame on her. But the tale does not end there! No, it merely gets better. Spunks started to falsely brag afterwards of being a slut who had slept around with the entire population of New York for the sole reason of hurting Mr. Brooklyn, and since Spot had been an innocent virgin before having met her, he was brokenhearted." The boys roared in amusement at the embarrassed and infuriated look on Spot's face at that moment.
Spunks glanced at him and instantly regretted having shared anything about her and Spot's past to anyone. She rose to her feet, marched up to Richard, and slapped him hard across the cheek, the sound cracking like a whip through the cafeteria. "This is over, ya understand me?"
"Oh, it has been over, sweety. Afterall, why would I want a girl who has screwed every single guy she has ever met?" He knew it was a lie, that in her whole entire life, Spunks had only shared something so precious with Spot, but he was doing good with the embarrassment factor of this whole escapade and he figured he might as well go the whole nine yards.
Spot pushed between Robert and Spunks and stared the older boy in the eyes. "Ya know what? Youse is right. I'se don't belong heah. Stupid me, thinking it shouldn't mattah where I come from." He caressed Spunk's cheek with a hand, and to her he said, "I'se sorry about all of this, Spunky. Youse were tellin the truth when ya said we'se were two different people now. It's time we both move on." He kissed her and then held her close for one last hug. "I love youse, but there aint to way this'll ever woik." Then, without another word, he walked out of the cafeteria with his head held high.
Spunks tried to go after him, but she was held back by Robert. "Do not beg for his forgiveness, Mack. Stay here with the people you belong with. He is nothing but trouble."
Spunks balled her hands into a fist and struck him in the jaw, making his teeth bleed. "Go to hell, Robert Paschal."
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WooHoo! It's time to play that all too fun game now, kids! It's REVIEW TIME!!! YaaaaY! So tell me what ya think! Like? Don't like? Put it to words and send me a REVIEW! All ya gotta do is click that cute purple button and send me something! C'mon, REVIEW!!