YO, WORD, DOG...
Yeah...anywho, CHAPTER 18!! THE END IS NEARING!! SEE?? DO YOU SEE
THE LIGHT??? No? Fine then, blind monkeys! MWAHAHA!!! I'll stop
now...
Sureshot Higgins: WOO HOO! Like the closet? It has groovy mood lighting! HOW WAS WOIK??? Tee hee hee.
Celtic Lass: :::bows::: Thanks you, thank you. A closet for you and Crutchy? Why certainly! Just…don't break the kid. He's fragile.
Sqky0o7: Boots is the prince of cannibals??? Interesting…yep…you are a freak!
Hotshot: WOO HOO FOR THE TALENT SHOW!!! ROCK ON!! What did you think of X2 and the sexiness that is X-MEN??? Is it so wrong to love Nightcrawler? Is it???
BlackFire: AWW!! I'm so sorry about your review!!! Well, yeah Boots is an odd shoe shining person, geekness is fun, and I WAS IN MY CLOSET WITH SPECS!! What gave you the idea I wasn't? Well, hope Skittles made everything better.
Klover: Tie him up??? Hmm…:::Gets ideas::: :::kicks your newsies musies::: GET TO WORK, YOU LAZY BUMS!
Spatz: Yeah. Boots is fun! EVERYONE NEEDS A JOB THEY LOVE!!
Unnamed: WHAT??? NO MORE REVIEWS??? Wait…that means I can kill you now! MWAHAHAHA!!
Southern Spell: :::does the WOO-HOO-she-loved-it dance::: Well, I'm not so sure if it can qualify as a dance, it's more of a wiggle at the moment.
Thumbsucker Snitch: :::points finger::: I KNEW IT!! I KNEW YOU WERE LUTE!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!! :::composes herself::: Anywho, WHY DID THEY TAKE YOUR STRAIGHT JACKET AWAY??? YOU NEED THAT!!!
Ember: HEY! THANKS FOR YOUR REVIEW!! Not to worry, the narrator shall reveal himself/herself shortly!
AND TO EVERYONE WHO READ IT!!! WOO HOO!!! HERE IS SNIPES CHAPTER!
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He had a sharp eye, which made up for his occasionally dull wit. He
wasn't dense, just not very quick at times. Yet, he knew what he
wanted in life, and you had to give him credit for that.
Snipeshooter was much younger than some of the other boys, which
made him the butt of some of their jokes. However, he held his own
and learned to fight like the best of them. He became tough, and he
had to, living on the streets of New York.
He was raised with his grandparents, old-fashioned an closed-minded.
The didn't understand the habits of a young man in the modern days
before the twentieth century. They had their ways, he had his. Soon,
he felt the need to leave, and simply packed his bags and made his
way out the window and down the fire escape. They didn't miss him,
nor he them. That's the way life is, sometimes. We have to learn to
face it. Just as he did, sticking a cigar in his mouth and heading
down to wherever the streets would take him.
Snipeshooter was street-bound and stayed that way for about a year
before wandering to the lodging house and introducing himself. Thin,
frail, and starved, he made his way inside and signed himself in. I
don't think he even realized what this place was, he just wanted
shelter. Either way, he was a newsboy before we knew it, yet was
always forced to defend himself due to his size. He became a hard-
ass, foul mouth, and a good shot with a slingshot. This became
defense enough for the young newsie, yet also got him into more
trouble at times. More often than not he entered the bunkroom, lip
busted and eye swollen. That was his life though, and he adapted to
it.
I think he knew that if he were to stay he wouldn't amount to
anything. He picked up a cigar Racetrack had sent him, packed the
same bag he came with, and left. He was no longer the thin, frail
young man that had entered, but he had grown quite a bit and was
well equipped to defend himself if needed. Though not exceptionally
brilliant, he was a fighter, and I knew he would do well.
His sharp eye, I have found out, has become of some use to our
country, and for the good of the world as a whole. A fighter to the
end, Snipershooter has become a sniper. In times like this, it takes
a fighter like him to truly win, and I have all my faith in him. I
receive letters from Snipes on occasion, from the front in France to
forts in Russia. It's sets my mind at ease to know he is still
alive, fighting the good fight. It's the only thing that keeps me
from going mad, seeing letters from all of them, knowing that they
are alright. After all, they were, and still are, my family.
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WOO HOO!! THERE IT IS!!! YOU ALL KNOW WHERE I AM OFF TO!
Stretch