Eye of the Storm by pixiedust
Chapter 3
I just want to dedicate every "youse" that is used in my story from now on to my reading teacher Mr. Menzies, who has taught me so much in the 2 years I've had him as a teacher- and you should always listen to his advice (ya right!) or you might turn out to be the only male teacher in a private catholic school (except im a girl so I don't really have to worry about that now do I?) and wanna thank him for all the free ice cream he gave us from his ice cream truck! (ya thats right, my teacher is also an ice cream man!)
When the foursome got back to the Lodging House there were visitors waiting for them. "What are youse guys doin' heah? I thought dat youse was back in school," as surprised Race said to David, Les, and Sarah. "Troub, dis is the Jacobs. David was Jack's pahtna durin' the strike we was tellin' youse about, dat his lil' bruddah Les, and his sistah Sarah, whose Jack's goil," Kid Blink explained to Trouble, who then looked at Sarah with one eyebrow raised, studying her. Mush, seeing the confused look on the Jacobs' faces said, "Dis is Trouble, she juss came back frum I dunno whe'ah. She was gone durin' da Strike."
"Oh. Its very nice to meet you," Sarah said to Trouble in a sugary-sweet voice that made Trouble want to cringe and cover her ears. She nodded in the general direction of Sarah and David and then squatted in front of Les.
"Hey theah kid. How old are youse?"
"10," he replied
"Lemme guess, Jack tole' ya ta say youse seven, right?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Tole me da same ting when I turned 10. 'Cept I had been doin' it fa yeahs."
"Where is Jack?" Sarah asked Blink, growing bored of listening to Trouble and Les' conversation.
"He's still ovah in Brooklyn catchin' up wid Spot," Blink replied and then went to join a poker game that was just starting. A half hour later and Jack burst into the room.
"Jack!" Sarah exclaimed, crossing the room and kissed Jack.
Over in the other corner of the room Trouble, Mush, Blink, Race, and Boots were sitting and talking.
"So what's wit da broad? She don't seem like Jacks type. He's like Spot. Dey go fa someone easiah. An' dat goil don't seem like she's gonna give Jack what he wants," Trouble asked the boys
"Well," Race replied smiling, "You would know what ol' Spot wanted now wouldn't you? So I guess youse could tell Sarah what Jack wants, huh?" Race's comment lead to Trouble, who had an extremely short temper, pushing him off his chair. Jack, Sarah, David, Les, and the other newsies looked over at them questioningly. Trouble smiled sweetly at them.
"I didn't do anythin'."
"Soah ya didn't," Race said as he stood up and pushed her off of her chair.
"Hey! Wadja do that foah?" she asked, slapping him in the head with the back of her hand. The two continued "fighting" until Blink and Mush broke them apart so that they could start a poker game.
*~*~ Cerri~ thanks so much for being my first reviewer ever!! Thanks for your suggestions.im going to work them in from now on!
I just want to dedicate every "youse" that is used in my story from now on to my reading teacher Mr. Menzies, who has taught me so much in the 2 years I've had him as a teacher- and you should always listen to his advice (ya right!) or you might turn out to be the only male teacher in a private catholic school (except im a girl so I don't really have to worry about that now do I?) and wanna thank him for all the free ice cream he gave us from his ice cream truck! (ya thats right, my teacher is also an ice cream man!)
When the foursome got back to the Lodging House there were visitors waiting for them. "What are youse guys doin' heah? I thought dat youse was back in school," as surprised Race said to David, Les, and Sarah. "Troub, dis is the Jacobs. David was Jack's pahtna durin' the strike we was tellin' youse about, dat his lil' bruddah Les, and his sistah Sarah, whose Jack's goil," Kid Blink explained to Trouble, who then looked at Sarah with one eyebrow raised, studying her. Mush, seeing the confused look on the Jacobs' faces said, "Dis is Trouble, she juss came back frum I dunno whe'ah. She was gone durin' da Strike."
"Oh. Its very nice to meet you," Sarah said to Trouble in a sugary-sweet voice that made Trouble want to cringe and cover her ears. She nodded in the general direction of Sarah and David and then squatted in front of Les.
"Hey theah kid. How old are youse?"
"10," he replied
"Lemme guess, Jack tole' ya ta say youse seven, right?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Tole me da same ting when I turned 10. 'Cept I had been doin' it fa yeahs."
"Where is Jack?" Sarah asked Blink, growing bored of listening to Trouble and Les' conversation.
"He's still ovah in Brooklyn catchin' up wid Spot," Blink replied and then went to join a poker game that was just starting. A half hour later and Jack burst into the room.
"Jack!" Sarah exclaimed, crossing the room and kissed Jack.
Over in the other corner of the room Trouble, Mush, Blink, Race, and Boots were sitting and talking.
"So what's wit da broad? She don't seem like Jacks type. He's like Spot. Dey go fa someone easiah. An' dat goil don't seem like she's gonna give Jack what he wants," Trouble asked the boys
"Well," Race replied smiling, "You would know what ol' Spot wanted now wouldn't you? So I guess youse could tell Sarah what Jack wants, huh?" Race's comment lead to Trouble, who had an extremely short temper, pushing him off his chair. Jack, Sarah, David, Les, and the other newsies looked over at them questioningly. Trouble smiled sweetly at them.
"I didn't do anythin'."
"Soah ya didn't," Race said as he stood up and pushed her off of her chair.
"Hey! Wadja do that foah?" she asked, slapping him in the head with the back of her hand. The two continued "fighting" until Blink and Mush broke them apart so that they could start a poker game.
*~*~ Cerri~ thanks so much for being my first reviewer ever!! Thanks for your suggestions.im going to work them in from now on!