AHHH! I'm sorry, dudes and dudettes! That's a different story. I must
have messed up, here's the real chapter 3!
Disclaimer: Yada yada, the regular... (sorry if the spelling and all that stuff sucks- I lost Word, and now I have to type on Wordpad...which doesn't have spell check...)
The very next day I began to look for a job. "Stupid me," I thought, "looking for honest work in New York." I hoped my little brother, John, was having better luck. As I was thinking these thoughts my ears picked up a voice shrieking "Extra!, Extra!" The shreiking seemed to be aimed in my direction. I was wondering what newsboy would try to sell a paper to me when another, more familiar, voice came up behind me and blurted out "Heya Kathy!" Turning sharply on my heel I came face to face with John who was standing next to another boy about his age. They were both covered in...something, something black. "Johnathon!" I cried in disgust and horror, "What are you doing playing with this little boy while you're supposed to be looking for work? I'm busy trying to find a job, and all you can do is run around with your friends? We could lose our home!" I was practically burning in my rage. "We aint playin', Kathy!" he cried in defense, equally disgusted as I was that I would assume he was playing a game at such a serious time. "You aren't playing? What are you doing, then?" I let my voice drip with sarcasm to let him know that I did not beleive him at all. I mean, what could he possibly be doing other than playing in a crowded park. He couldn't be selling anything, he had nothing peddle. "Selling papes." "What are 'papes'" "Ya know, newspapers, I sell 'em now!" This was too much. He claimed to be a newsboy, but he had no 'papes,' as he called them! "If you're a newsboy, where are the newspapers you should be selling?" "Jack has 'em." "If jack has them how are you selling them?" Oh! I had him there! I was celebrating my little victory with a smug smile on my face when the newsie I had run into the day before ambled up to us and positioned himself between John and I, with his back to me. Les, Johhny," he started in a deep, but non-threatening voice, "if yous two don't start sellin' some papes we'll have ta' eat some of dem, 'cause me an' Dave can't sell 'em all ourselves." "See, I am a newsie!" John jelled as he ran away. I shot daggers into his back as he ran away. The nerve, he aught to know how to talk to his older sister. And to think, he embarrased me right in front of my peer! "So, you'se Kathy?" Jack snapped me out of my thoughts. Normally I would have tried to act tough to hide my nervousness, but Jack seemed nice enough to converse with. I shook my head up and down. "Yes." "You'se sure do look familiar," Jack commented. He thought for a moment. Then the realization hit him. "Hey, you'se dat' goil I ran inta' yesterday!" He hit the nail on the head. "Yes, I am. What was that about anyway?" I asked. "Sorry," Jack started with, it was good to know that somebody had taught him some manners even though he was just a newsie. "Snyder, da' warden of da' refuge, been afta' me foah (for) a while now. he saw me sellin' with Davey an' Les yesterday an' he chased us around all afternoon." Now I was confused. "Wait a minute, What's the refuge, why was that man chasing you, and who are Davey and Les?"
Bum bum bum, that's all for now. I know it's not really a good stopping point but all this dialog is tiring me out... Please review!!!!
Disclaimer: Yada yada, the regular... (sorry if the spelling and all that stuff sucks- I lost Word, and now I have to type on Wordpad...which doesn't have spell check...)
The very next day I began to look for a job. "Stupid me," I thought, "looking for honest work in New York." I hoped my little brother, John, was having better luck. As I was thinking these thoughts my ears picked up a voice shrieking "Extra!, Extra!" The shreiking seemed to be aimed in my direction. I was wondering what newsboy would try to sell a paper to me when another, more familiar, voice came up behind me and blurted out "Heya Kathy!" Turning sharply on my heel I came face to face with John who was standing next to another boy about his age. They were both covered in...something, something black. "Johnathon!" I cried in disgust and horror, "What are you doing playing with this little boy while you're supposed to be looking for work? I'm busy trying to find a job, and all you can do is run around with your friends? We could lose our home!" I was practically burning in my rage. "We aint playin', Kathy!" he cried in defense, equally disgusted as I was that I would assume he was playing a game at such a serious time. "You aren't playing? What are you doing, then?" I let my voice drip with sarcasm to let him know that I did not beleive him at all. I mean, what could he possibly be doing other than playing in a crowded park. He couldn't be selling anything, he had nothing peddle. "Selling papes." "What are 'papes'" "Ya know, newspapers, I sell 'em now!" This was too much. He claimed to be a newsboy, but he had no 'papes,' as he called them! "If you're a newsboy, where are the newspapers you should be selling?" "Jack has 'em." "If jack has them how are you selling them?" Oh! I had him there! I was celebrating my little victory with a smug smile on my face when the newsie I had run into the day before ambled up to us and positioned himself between John and I, with his back to me. Les, Johhny," he started in a deep, but non-threatening voice, "if yous two don't start sellin' some papes we'll have ta' eat some of dem, 'cause me an' Dave can't sell 'em all ourselves." "See, I am a newsie!" John jelled as he ran away. I shot daggers into his back as he ran away. The nerve, he aught to know how to talk to his older sister. And to think, he embarrased me right in front of my peer! "So, you'se Kathy?" Jack snapped me out of my thoughts. Normally I would have tried to act tough to hide my nervousness, but Jack seemed nice enough to converse with. I shook my head up and down. "Yes." "You'se sure do look familiar," Jack commented. He thought for a moment. Then the realization hit him. "Hey, you'se dat' goil I ran inta' yesterday!" He hit the nail on the head. "Yes, I am. What was that about anyway?" I asked. "Sorry," Jack started with, it was good to know that somebody had taught him some manners even though he was just a newsie. "Snyder, da' warden of da' refuge, been afta' me foah (for) a while now. he saw me sellin' with Davey an' Les yesterday an' he chased us around all afternoon." Now I was confused. "Wait a minute, What's the refuge, why was that man chasing you, and who are Davey and Les?"
Bum bum bum, that's all for now. I know it's not really a good stopping point but all this dialog is tiring me out... Please review!!!!