Thanks bunches and bundles to those who reviewed. I'm SO SORRY it took this
long for me to post chapter two and three. The site ate my work and I was
forced to re-submit the whole story.
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Out of breath, Nicole wrapped her shaking hands around a lamppost to catch her breath. "I cannot.believe this! Ten.minutes I've been off.the train and I've already.found him!" she said, gasping for air. Nicole needed to find a place to hide because the boys were headed her way. She assumed they would be retrieving their papers, or "papes" as the boy Jack called Racetrack had titled them.
Searching and panicking, Nicole was desperate for anywhere to hide. When she saw nothing but vender's carts, she stood up straight and strode in the opposite direction of the greasy boys and their suspenders. As Nicole walked by, she heard about three boys whistle, most took off their hats, Jack stopped dead in his tracks. While he stopped, a boy with brown curly hair trailed by a small boy, walked right into him.
"Gees-us JACK," he said, picking himself up, "you look like you'se just seen a ghost."
"Yea Davey, I think I'se just done seen a ghost." Jack said coolly, running his fingers through his greasy hair. "It's dis goil.Davey, I'se swea' she coulda.ah neva mind I'se just seein tings." Jack, Davey and the little boy walked in the direction of the other boys, talking about their papes and such.
"Phew that was close, a little too close. I wonder what happened to that little Italian boy, I didn't see him in that pack of dirty boys," Nicole whispered to herself. Walking with a quickening pace, she wasn't exactly paying attention to the cobblestone beneath her feet, she stumbled over something on the curb and landed face first in the street.
"HEY! Watch where you'se is-OH DEA' ME! I'se sorry lady. I'se thought you'se was one'na da boys," Racetrack said quite apologetically, removing his cabby hat from his head. As he helped her up and handed Nicole her carpetbag, he noticed the uncanny resemblance to a certain friend Nicole possessed. "Miss, you'se wouldn't happen ta have a brodda or cousin in New Yawk, would ya's?" he questioned.
"No. No, why do you ask?" Nicole said stammering. Upon the ladder statement, she turned around just in time to hear Jack say something about a weasel. "I'm sorry, I must be going." She snatched her carpetbag from Race and with a muffled thank you she walked off quickly.
"Race, where you'se been? You'se shoulda seen Weasel (peals of laughter from the newsie bunch). Dutchy just-so-happened to be palming a tomato, and when Morris tried ta cheat Crutchy outa two o'his papes (more laughter) Dutchy lobbed it at his fat head! Weasel had a shit-fit!" Jack re-capped the last two minutes, breaking out into laughter and holding on to Race for support.
"Racetrack, whassamadda? Now you'se look like you'se seen Jack's ghost," Davey stated with the largest ear-to-ear grin.
"No ghost Dave muh-man.just a goil. Da most beautiful goil in New Yawk.but." he trailed off turning his glassy eyes to Jack.
"She looked like me right?" asked Jack. The newsies held their breath for the rest of the conversation. Then tension was so thick, only the Delancy's stench could cut through it.
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Ok I know that was kinda a slow one but I SWEAR the next chapter is better! Don't run away please!
Out of breath, Nicole wrapped her shaking hands around a lamppost to catch her breath. "I cannot.believe this! Ten.minutes I've been off.the train and I've already.found him!" she said, gasping for air. Nicole needed to find a place to hide because the boys were headed her way. She assumed they would be retrieving their papers, or "papes" as the boy Jack called Racetrack had titled them.
Searching and panicking, Nicole was desperate for anywhere to hide. When she saw nothing but vender's carts, she stood up straight and strode in the opposite direction of the greasy boys and their suspenders. As Nicole walked by, she heard about three boys whistle, most took off their hats, Jack stopped dead in his tracks. While he stopped, a boy with brown curly hair trailed by a small boy, walked right into him.
"Gees-us JACK," he said, picking himself up, "you look like you'se just seen a ghost."
"Yea Davey, I think I'se just done seen a ghost." Jack said coolly, running his fingers through his greasy hair. "It's dis goil.Davey, I'se swea' she coulda.ah neva mind I'se just seein tings." Jack, Davey and the little boy walked in the direction of the other boys, talking about their papes and such.
"Phew that was close, a little too close. I wonder what happened to that little Italian boy, I didn't see him in that pack of dirty boys," Nicole whispered to herself. Walking with a quickening pace, she wasn't exactly paying attention to the cobblestone beneath her feet, she stumbled over something on the curb and landed face first in the street.
"HEY! Watch where you'se is-OH DEA' ME! I'se sorry lady. I'se thought you'se was one'na da boys," Racetrack said quite apologetically, removing his cabby hat from his head. As he helped her up and handed Nicole her carpetbag, he noticed the uncanny resemblance to a certain friend Nicole possessed. "Miss, you'se wouldn't happen ta have a brodda or cousin in New Yawk, would ya's?" he questioned.
"No. No, why do you ask?" Nicole said stammering. Upon the ladder statement, she turned around just in time to hear Jack say something about a weasel. "I'm sorry, I must be going." She snatched her carpetbag from Race and with a muffled thank you she walked off quickly.
"Race, where you'se been? You'se shoulda seen Weasel (peals of laughter from the newsie bunch). Dutchy just-so-happened to be palming a tomato, and when Morris tried ta cheat Crutchy outa two o'his papes (more laughter) Dutchy lobbed it at his fat head! Weasel had a shit-fit!" Jack re-capped the last two minutes, breaking out into laughter and holding on to Race for support.
"Racetrack, whassamadda? Now you'se look like you'se seen Jack's ghost," Davey stated with the largest ear-to-ear grin.
"No ghost Dave muh-man.just a goil. Da most beautiful goil in New Yawk.but." he trailed off turning his glassy eyes to Jack.
"She looked like me right?" asked Jack. The newsies held their breath for the rest of the conversation. Then tension was so thick, only the Delancy's stench could cut through it.
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Ok I know that was kinda a slow one but I SWEAR the next chapter is better! Don't run away please!