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So's: Kill me okay? I lost my list again. But those who did review( you know who you are!) cream-covered newsies for alla you.
Chapter 7
That was the best day of selling in his entire life. Even as an older teen, he had never experienced the joy that that one-day had given him. Just to stand by Chestnut's side, and feel his grip on his shoulder when he shouted out an improved headline was the world to him.
It was two years later that his tragedy struck. Jack was only eight, his sister six. It happened after they came home, Spot suddenly wearing a key around his neck.
"Charlotte gave it ta me." He answered when all the older boys laughed at the silly ornament dangling from his neck.
It happened after the Brooklyn boys went swimming, and Blue threw Charlotte off the docks, and expected the boys to catch her. None of them did, and a moment later, she bobbed to the surface, with an uncanny ability to swim. Chestnut gave her the nickname Splash after that.
It was even after Jack got the nickname Cowboy. Chestnut, however, did not give him this nickname, Pretzyl did. He came down the stairs, singing in a voice about Santa Fe, and wearing a cowboy hat he found in a gutter.
It happened on Jack's exact 2nd anniversary living at the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House.
Prayer ran into the room out of breath. Most of the boys were paling poker, and Whiskey was teaching Jack how to play.
"Harlem's attackin!" he breathlessly informed everybody.
Most of the boys ran out. Blue, Spades, Spyder, Pretzyl, Prayer, Marbles, and Eyes, along with many others quickly whisked by them. Whiskey stayed behind long enough to inform the younger ones, mainly being Cowboy, Spot, and Splash, to stay inside, and not let anyone in.
Chestnut had gone out earlier that day to meet a girl he met selling. Her name was Rose, and she lived only a few blocks away. That was were the boys were heading first before they went to fight.
Jack, Spot, and Charlie huddled around Cream Puff and Banana. They tried to play poker, but gave that up with worry. Instead, they sat around a fire, talking about things that little children talk about.
Fingers rapped on the door, and Jack jumped up.
"I'se got it!"
"Don't open it cept if it's a Brooklyn newsie, or Ill soak ya!" Spot threatened.
Jack peered out the window next to the door, and saw Prayer with something slung over his shoulder. His lip was cut, and his eye, bruised.
"It's Prayer!" he exclaimed, hopping away from the window and opening the door. He shuffled in, and threw the figure on the couch. Jack ran up, along with the others and peered into the face of.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack's eyes watered and he reached for his handkerchief.
"Aww.it'a awl righ Jacky-boy" Race comforted, but to no avail. Jack just began to cry.
Blink tried to help, "Let's leave it alone Jack. It's a hard subject"
Jack looked up, and hugged his best friends.
It's short, but it's also a cliffhanger, and I promise, it's not who you think it is. Review!
~Splash~
So's: Kill me okay? I lost my list again. But those who did review( you know who you are!) cream-covered newsies for alla you.
Chapter 7
That was the best day of selling in his entire life. Even as an older teen, he had never experienced the joy that that one-day had given him. Just to stand by Chestnut's side, and feel his grip on his shoulder when he shouted out an improved headline was the world to him.
It was two years later that his tragedy struck. Jack was only eight, his sister six. It happened after they came home, Spot suddenly wearing a key around his neck.
"Charlotte gave it ta me." He answered when all the older boys laughed at the silly ornament dangling from his neck.
It happened after the Brooklyn boys went swimming, and Blue threw Charlotte off the docks, and expected the boys to catch her. None of them did, and a moment later, she bobbed to the surface, with an uncanny ability to swim. Chestnut gave her the nickname Splash after that.
It was even after Jack got the nickname Cowboy. Chestnut, however, did not give him this nickname, Pretzyl did. He came down the stairs, singing in a voice about Santa Fe, and wearing a cowboy hat he found in a gutter.
It happened on Jack's exact 2nd anniversary living at the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House.
Prayer ran into the room out of breath. Most of the boys were paling poker, and Whiskey was teaching Jack how to play.
"Harlem's attackin!" he breathlessly informed everybody.
Most of the boys ran out. Blue, Spades, Spyder, Pretzyl, Prayer, Marbles, and Eyes, along with many others quickly whisked by them. Whiskey stayed behind long enough to inform the younger ones, mainly being Cowboy, Spot, and Splash, to stay inside, and not let anyone in.
Chestnut had gone out earlier that day to meet a girl he met selling. Her name was Rose, and she lived only a few blocks away. That was were the boys were heading first before they went to fight.
Jack, Spot, and Charlie huddled around Cream Puff and Banana. They tried to play poker, but gave that up with worry. Instead, they sat around a fire, talking about things that little children talk about.
Fingers rapped on the door, and Jack jumped up.
"I'se got it!"
"Don't open it cept if it's a Brooklyn newsie, or Ill soak ya!" Spot threatened.
Jack peered out the window next to the door, and saw Prayer with something slung over his shoulder. His lip was cut, and his eye, bruised.
"It's Prayer!" he exclaimed, hopping away from the window and opening the door. He shuffled in, and threw the figure on the couch. Jack ran up, along with the others and peered into the face of.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack's eyes watered and he reached for his handkerchief.
"Aww.it'a awl righ Jacky-boy" Race comforted, but to no avail. Jack just began to cry.
Blink tried to help, "Let's leave it alone Jack. It's a hard subject"
Jack looked up, and hugged his best friends.
It's short, but it's also a cliffhanger, and I promise, it's not who you think it is. Review!
~Splash~