Author's Note: I just heard the Jacky just got laid part in the movie.
Frikin Hilarious!
Rae~ Thanks for the reviews! Raider~ Move Fast? That's my middle name. Actually its hope but whatever. Aki~I'm glad you like it Bookie~ May I extend my deepest gratitude for your flattering statements Snuggles~I'll totally review your story.
"Ya ready?" asked Writer Jenkins.
Juliet straightened her long skirt and sighed.
"Ready as I'll eva be" she replied.
"Don't worry" said Rae patting her arm "Ya gonna be great"
"Yeah" echoed Stress.
Juliet smiled and took Snoddy's outstretched hand so he could help her up onto the platform they had set up.
"Thanks Snoddy" she said.
"No problem Jay" he replied going back to stand with Writer.
"Can I have everyone's attention!" she yelled over the din.
Juliet gulped hard as she stared out into the crowd. She could hardly believe how great this had turned out. SO many different kids of different jobs and backgrounds had turned out. Blacksmiths, horsehands, seamstresses and newsies.
"I'se neva been good wit speakin in front of large crowds. So bear wit me" she explained "My names Juliet Morgan and I've been working at da J.P Oliver Textile since I was nine. I originally came hereas an orphan, like most of ya did. Mah brudda Isaac and I came here when our parents died, We was excepted wit open arms inta da Newsy life where we were no longer Juliet and Isaac but Trinket and Tremor .."
Jack could hardly believe it was her. Her once wild, long dark brown curls were now shorter and pulled back into a ponytail then further restrained by a dark blue scarf, her blue gray eyes sparkled behind wire frame glasses. Her skin no longer held the healthy tan it did when they had been friends and selling partners, but wore the pale cloak that most of the factory workers did.
"So I'd like ta thank you all fer comin" continued Juliet "And deres some special people dat I'd like ta tank. Lets see, Spot Conlon, da Brooklyn Boys, Snoddy and Itey for da platform and Revolution and Bella for the beautiful music you'll be hearin soon as I shut my trap. Now lets enjoy da night, da music and hope da bulls don't git called"
LATER THAT NIGHT..
Juliet stood next to Raider Thompson as they discussed the impending strike.
"Well, kid, ya got one up on Jacky-boy" laughed Raider "Check out all dese reporters"
Juliet laughed "I aint tryin to one up Cowboy"
"Shoah" laughed Raider.
"All right, ya got me" said Juliet feigning exasperation "It does feel good"
The two girls laughed.
"Shit!" whispered Rae "Stress, please tell me dat aint da bulls headed dis way!"
"It is!" hissed Stress.
"Jay!" yelled Rae "Its da bulls!"
"Run!" yelled Juliet "Everyone Run!"
Juliet picked up Epic, one of the younger girls from the factory and handed her to Raider. "Git her outta here" she said.
"What about ya?" asked Raider.
"Don't worry bout me"
Jack swore when the warning went out. Suddenly he felt the need to protect Trinket return with a vengeance.
"Trinks!" he yelled "Dis Way!"
Juliet followed the sound and ended up in an alley with the one person she swore she'd never talk to again...
Carryin Da Banner, Revolution
Ps. Sorry the rally sucked.
Rae~ Thanks for the reviews! Raider~ Move Fast? That's my middle name. Actually its hope but whatever. Aki~I'm glad you like it Bookie~ May I extend my deepest gratitude for your flattering statements Snuggles~I'll totally review your story.
"Ya ready?" asked Writer Jenkins.
Juliet straightened her long skirt and sighed.
"Ready as I'll eva be" she replied.
"Don't worry" said Rae patting her arm "Ya gonna be great"
"Yeah" echoed Stress.
Juliet smiled and took Snoddy's outstretched hand so he could help her up onto the platform they had set up.
"Thanks Snoddy" she said.
"No problem Jay" he replied going back to stand with Writer.
"Can I have everyone's attention!" she yelled over the din.
Juliet gulped hard as she stared out into the crowd. She could hardly believe how great this had turned out. SO many different kids of different jobs and backgrounds had turned out. Blacksmiths, horsehands, seamstresses and newsies.
"I'se neva been good wit speakin in front of large crowds. So bear wit me" she explained "My names Juliet Morgan and I've been working at da J.P Oliver Textile since I was nine. I originally came hereas an orphan, like most of ya did. Mah brudda Isaac and I came here when our parents died, We was excepted wit open arms inta da Newsy life where we were no longer Juliet and Isaac but Trinket and Tremor .."
Jack could hardly believe it was her. Her once wild, long dark brown curls were now shorter and pulled back into a ponytail then further restrained by a dark blue scarf, her blue gray eyes sparkled behind wire frame glasses. Her skin no longer held the healthy tan it did when they had been friends and selling partners, but wore the pale cloak that most of the factory workers did.
"So I'd like ta thank you all fer comin" continued Juliet "And deres some special people dat I'd like ta tank. Lets see, Spot Conlon, da Brooklyn Boys, Snoddy and Itey for da platform and Revolution and Bella for the beautiful music you'll be hearin soon as I shut my trap. Now lets enjoy da night, da music and hope da bulls don't git called"
LATER THAT NIGHT..
Juliet stood next to Raider Thompson as they discussed the impending strike.
"Well, kid, ya got one up on Jacky-boy" laughed Raider "Check out all dese reporters"
Juliet laughed "I aint tryin to one up Cowboy"
"Shoah" laughed Raider.
"All right, ya got me" said Juliet feigning exasperation "It does feel good"
The two girls laughed.
"Shit!" whispered Rae "Stress, please tell me dat aint da bulls headed dis way!"
"It is!" hissed Stress.
"Jay!" yelled Rae "Its da bulls!"
"Run!" yelled Juliet "Everyone Run!"
Juliet picked up Epic, one of the younger girls from the factory and handed her to Raider. "Git her outta here" she said.
"What about ya?" asked Raider.
"Don't worry bout me"
Jack swore when the warning went out. Suddenly he felt the need to protect Trinket return with a vengeance.
"Trinks!" he yelled "Dis Way!"
Juliet followed the sound and ended up in an alley with the one person she swore she'd never talk to again...
Carryin Da Banner, Revolution
Ps. Sorry the rally sucked.