A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever, and my first story I've written in
awhile. I'm not very good at accents, so any advice is welcome. Also, I
can't quite figure out how the edit function works-how do I add chapters,
and edit my document? Does ff.net allow me to edit within the site? ~is
confuzzled~ Thanks for reading!
I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it! I saw him with me own eyes and I still can't believe it! That dirty, rotten scabber! I'll kill him! I swear I'll kill him! The dirty bum sold us out! How could he do that? He was the leader-we trusted him! I trusted him! I gave him me loyalty in front of thousands of newsies, and what did he do? He sold us out THE VERY NEXT DAY! What you say is what I say, I told him. Ya got me support. Ya got Brooklyn! And everyone heard it! Thousands of newsies heard Spot Conlon go along with the Manhattan leader, cause he believed in him, believed we could win! That bastard! He ruined everythin'! The strike, the union, everythin'! But most of all, he ruined me. Me, the leader of Brooklyn! He made a fool outta me in front of everyone, especially me boys! I'll soak him! Me own boys watched me yield to Jack, for the good of all the newsies. That's right! I gave up part of me leadership cause I believed in somethin' bigger than me own power. So for the sake of the newsies, I put me reputation on the line. And the lousy, no good, lyin' SCABBER sold me out in front of all me boys! He betrayed me! I shoulda listened to me instincts from the beginning. I knew he couldn't handle the pressure! Didn't I tell him? Ya got to show me that ya got what it takes to win! Words don't mean nothin', actions mean somethin'! And I thought he knew it. He soaked the scabs who was sellin' our papes, didn't he? So when he and his boys was later trapped, I bailed them out. Me, Spot Conlon. I finally believed in him then. I believed he wouldn't run! What a stupid fool I am. I made a bad decision because of him, trustin' him. And that just ain't somethin' I can afford to do.
The lousy scabber! He'd better hope I never see him again. I'll kill him.
I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it! I saw him with me own eyes and I still can't believe it! That dirty, rotten scabber! I'll kill him! I swear I'll kill him! The dirty bum sold us out! How could he do that? He was the leader-we trusted him! I trusted him! I gave him me loyalty in front of thousands of newsies, and what did he do? He sold us out THE VERY NEXT DAY! What you say is what I say, I told him. Ya got me support. Ya got Brooklyn! And everyone heard it! Thousands of newsies heard Spot Conlon go along with the Manhattan leader, cause he believed in him, believed we could win! That bastard! He ruined everythin'! The strike, the union, everythin'! But most of all, he ruined me. Me, the leader of Brooklyn! He made a fool outta me in front of everyone, especially me boys! I'll soak him! Me own boys watched me yield to Jack, for the good of all the newsies. That's right! I gave up part of me leadership cause I believed in somethin' bigger than me own power. So for the sake of the newsies, I put me reputation on the line. And the lousy, no good, lyin' SCABBER sold me out in front of all me boys! He betrayed me! I shoulda listened to me instincts from the beginning. I knew he couldn't handle the pressure! Didn't I tell him? Ya got to show me that ya got what it takes to win! Words don't mean nothin', actions mean somethin'! And I thought he knew it. He soaked the scabs who was sellin' our papes, didn't he? So when he and his boys was later trapped, I bailed them out. Me, Spot Conlon. I finally believed in him then. I believed he wouldn't run! What a stupid fool I am. I made a bad decision because of him, trustin' him. And that just ain't somethin' I can afford to do.
The lousy scabber! He'd better hope I never see him again. I'll kill him.