SOs: AaronLohrLover24: YES!!! U R COOL!!! GO PEOPLE WHO DON'T THINK SPARK
WAS PLAGIARIZING! (I call these people the sane group. An oppressed
minority.) (This is an opinion, so if you think she was, don't kill me!)
Oh, btw, do you want to be in this? I need more people. You can even be
with the guy of your choice! (I'm guessing it's Mush. Yes?)
Shortie: OK, first of all, you don't have to be so rude about it! This is my first story. I'm sorry if you think it's cliché, but I like it the way it is. I also wish you could have said the 'good stuff' differently; 2 out of 3 were really more negative than positive, and the only positive thing was spelling and grammar. I'm sorry you don't like it, but no one is making you read this. Oh, and the reason Firecracker is really weird (even though you didn't directly ask) is because she is based fairly closely on a real person: ME!!! I had absolutely no intentions of making her the "perfect little person," but instead I am going to make her realistic.
"So, Spark, Sli, what's happened since I left? Oh, and Sli, how close are you to finishing that plot to take over the world?" (A/N: Don't ask. Also, don't complain about it in reviews. Inside joke.)
"Well, about the plot, I'm getting pretty close to done. There are just a couple of small problems, such as getting the happy bunnies to stop striking, and getting enough giant Q-tips filled with metal balls to equip my army. Currently, the army is, uh, Spark, Fingers, Mouth, and me. And you, if you still want to help." (A/N: once again, don't ask, don't complain.)
I couldn't help laughing. "Sure, why not. So I guess I should ask Spark what's been going on."
"Well, you remember how, just before you left, the three of us became newsies? Right after you left, we met Fingers, and so the three of us stuck together after that. We met Mouth just about a year ago, and about a month ago, the four of us decided to start a girls' LH. We haven't gotten any other members yet, but we really need more people, or we can't keep the LH running."
I winced. "Ouch! So, do you know of any other girl newsies in Manhattan? For that matter, do you know any girl newsies in any close territories?"
"Yeah, we know a couple, but we're having trouble convincing anyone to join, since we have Sli. We've had several possible people, but Sli made them think twice about joining. Do you know anybody?"
I laughed. "I've only been with the newsies a week, and the boys have kept me inside most of the time. Before that, my dad barely let me have any friends, much less go anywhere around the city alone, and since he has some grudge or something against all newsies, I was barely allowed to even talk to any newsies."
"Bummer!" exclaimed Mouth. "Who is your father? It sounds kind of like he at least used to be pretty high-class, keeping you from making friends with newsies."
My face darkened. "I don't want to talk about it right now. I would also suggest that you not mention it unless you want to see the reason I got the name Firecracker. Let's change the subject for now."
"Okay, so what do you want to talk about now?"
I yawned. "Right now, I would like to go to sleep. It's got to be close to eleven." I yawned again, then fell onto my bed. The last thing I remember thinking was that there was a crack in the ceiling that looked like a map of New York City.
(A/N: I know, it's short, but Firecracker and I are both tired. I will continue soon. Maybe even tomorrow, if you're really, really lucky.)
Shortie: OK, first of all, you don't have to be so rude about it! This is my first story. I'm sorry if you think it's cliché, but I like it the way it is. I also wish you could have said the 'good stuff' differently; 2 out of 3 were really more negative than positive, and the only positive thing was spelling and grammar. I'm sorry you don't like it, but no one is making you read this. Oh, and the reason Firecracker is really weird (even though you didn't directly ask) is because she is based fairly closely on a real person: ME!!! I had absolutely no intentions of making her the "perfect little person," but instead I am going to make her realistic.
"So, Spark, Sli, what's happened since I left? Oh, and Sli, how close are you to finishing that plot to take over the world?" (A/N: Don't ask. Also, don't complain about it in reviews. Inside joke.)
"Well, about the plot, I'm getting pretty close to done. There are just a couple of small problems, such as getting the happy bunnies to stop striking, and getting enough giant Q-tips filled with metal balls to equip my army. Currently, the army is, uh, Spark, Fingers, Mouth, and me. And you, if you still want to help." (A/N: once again, don't ask, don't complain.)
I couldn't help laughing. "Sure, why not. So I guess I should ask Spark what's been going on."
"Well, you remember how, just before you left, the three of us became newsies? Right after you left, we met Fingers, and so the three of us stuck together after that. We met Mouth just about a year ago, and about a month ago, the four of us decided to start a girls' LH. We haven't gotten any other members yet, but we really need more people, or we can't keep the LH running."
I winced. "Ouch! So, do you know of any other girl newsies in Manhattan? For that matter, do you know any girl newsies in any close territories?"
"Yeah, we know a couple, but we're having trouble convincing anyone to join, since we have Sli. We've had several possible people, but Sli made them think twice about joining. Do you know anybody?"
I laughed. "I've only been with the newsies a week, and the boys have kept me inside most of the time. Before that, my dad barely let me have any friends, much less go anywhere around the city alone, and since he has some grudge or something against all newsies, I was barely allowed to even talk to any newsies."
"Bummer!" exclaimed Mouth. "Who is your father? It sounds kind of like he at least used to be pretty high-class, keeping you from making friends with newsies."
My face darkened. "I don't want to talk about it right now. I would also suggest that you not mention it unless you want to see the reason I got the name Firecracker. Let's change the subject for now."
"Okay, so what do you want to talk about now?"
I yawned. "Right now, I would like to go to sleep. It's got to be close to eleven." I yawned again, then fell onto my bed. The last thing I remember thinking was that there was a crack in the ceiling that looked like a map of New York City.
(A/N: I know, it's short, but Firecracker and I are both tired. I will continue soon. Maybe even tomorrow, if you're really, really lucky.)