And now it's time for... SOs!
SparkHiggins: sorry about not mentioning you in SO last chappie! Yes, giant Q-tips... crazy memories of 6th grade English! (Zzz... :) I'm finally back, and obviously posting now, so update more!!!
AaronLohrLover24: You show up in this chapter! (Mush comes next chapter...^_^)
Slider: Uh, yeah!!! That's how it is in real life! : (j/k) (I think) Please don't attack me with happy bunnies! So, bus night sounds good, huh? I'll be sure to ask Katie to reserve you a seat! MUAHAHA! )
The next morning, everyone was exhausted. However, we woke up the rest of the way when we opened the door and somebody fell on our feet. It was an older girl, around 16 would be my guess. Her red-blond hair was wild and messy, like she had just been running, and my suspicions were confirmed a moment later, when I heard heavy breathing.
"Help... hide... bulls... didn't... do... it..." she panted.
Slider and Mouth sprung into action at the mention of the bulls. They half- helped, half-dragged her to a section of wall along the back of the lobby, glanced around quickly, then pulled open a section of wall to reveal a secret room. It wasn't large, but it could hold several people easily, with a single bunk inside. They practically dumped her on it, running back out and shutting the wall. Just by looking at it, it was impossible to tell that it was anything but an ordinary wall.
Suddenly, there was a banging at the door, and it sprung open to reveal one of the bulls and an older man who I didn't recognize. It appeared, though, that the others had. I heard Slider swearing violently under her breath, and Spark, Mouth, and Fingers froze, unable to do anything, until the bull spoke.
"You kids seen anyone running by? A girl with red hair, about 16? She's wanted for murder by the police."
"No, sir, we haven't," Slider replied, quite innocently. (A/N: HAH!!! Sorry... carry on!) "We'll tell you if we see her, though."
"Well... okay. Be sure you do, though."
After they had left, it took a moment before everybody started moving again. When they finally did, I asked something that had been bothering me. "Hey, who was that man? He looked vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place him." Fingers looked at me, her eyes hollow. "You used to live here and you don't know who that is? That's Warden Snyder."
I gasped as I realized what she was saying. "But... but... I thought he got locked up? After the strike? It made front page in Chicago. He... DID get locked up... didn't he?"
Slider answered, looking somber. "No, he never even went to jail. Apparently, he had some influence with the judge for his case, and he got off with a minor fine. Ever since then, he's had a personal grudge against newsies." I couldn't say anything, I was so shocked. Finally Mouth broke the silence.
"Hey, guys, we better go check on the mystery girl." We went back and opened the panel, only to have her nearly repeat her earlier performance of falling on our feet; I could see that she had been listening at the panel. Her eyes were wide with horror.
"Shit! Snyder's chasing me personally? Oh SHIT!"
Curious, I asked, "Can I ask ya a couple questions? One, who are you? Two, why were the bulls chasing you? Three, what happened that has Snyder personally mixed up in this? Four, why are you here?" She managed a small smirk at the speed I delivered the questions before answering.
"Okay, my name is Sprite, the bulls are chasing me because my parents were murdered and they think I did it. I'm here because I need to hide, because I want to be a newsie, and because I've heard there's someone here who tends to scare most people off. It's nice to know I'm not the only one." At this, everyone's heads swiveled towards Slider, who innocently asked what we were staring at. "Finally, the reason Snyder is mixed up in this is because- because-" she mumbled something. "What?" "I said, Snyder is my mother's brother. Yes, that creep is my uncle. Kick me out if you must."
Spark smirked. "If we did things like that, I'm betting most of the newsies wouldn't be newsies. Most of us have a shameful relative that we wish would disappear, but the rest of us don't care. We don't discriminate because of that. Now come on, everybody, or all the papes will be gone by the time we get there. Race ya!" With that, we all laughed and headed out the door to the DO.
SparkHiggins: sorry about not mentioning you in SO last chappie! Yes, giant Q-tips... crazy memories of 6th grade English! (Zzz... :) I'm finally back, and obviously posting now, so update more!!!
AaronLohrLover24: You show up in this chapter! (Mush comes next chapter...^_^)
Slider: Uh, yeah!!! That's how it is in real life! : (j/k) (I think) Please don't attack me with happy bunnies! So, bus night sounds good, huh? I'll be sure to ask Katie to reserve you a seat! MUAHAHA! )
The next morning, everyone was exhausted. However, we woke up the rest of the way when we opened the door and somebody fell on our feet. It was an older girl, around 16 would be my guess. Her red-blond hair was wild and messy, like she had just been running, and my suspicions were confirmed a moment later, when I heard heavy breathing.
"Help... hide... bulls... didn't... do... it..." she panted.
Slider and Mouth sprung into action at the mention of the bulls. They half- helped, half-dragged her to a section of wall along the back of the lobby, glanced around quickly, then pulled open a section of wall to reveal a secret room. It wasn't large, but it could hold several people easily, with a single bunk inside. They practically dumped her on it, running back out and shutting the wall. Just by looking at it, it was impossible to tell that it was anything but an ordinary wall.
Suddenly, there was a banging at the door, and it sprung open to reveal one of the bulls and an older man who I didn't recognize. It appeared, though, that the others had. I heard Slider swearing violently under her breath, and Spark, Mouth, and Fingers froze, unable to do anything, until the bull spoke.
"You kids seen anyone running by? A girl with red hair, about 16? She's wanted for murder by the police."
"No, sir, we haven't," Slider replied, quite innocently. (A/N: HAH!!! Sorry... carry on!) "We'll tell you if we see her, though."
"Well... okay. Be sure you do, though."
After they had left, it took a moment before everybody started moving again. When they finally did, I asked something that had been bothering me. "Hey, who was that man? He looked vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place him." Fingers looked at me, her eyes hollow. "You used to live here and you don't know who that is? That's Warden Snyder."
I gasped as I realized what she was saying. "But... but... I thought he got locked up? After the strike? It made front page in Chicago. He... DID get locked up... didn't he?"
Slider answered, looking somber. "No, he never even went to jail. Apparently, he had some influence with the judge for his case, and he got off with a minor fine. Ever since then, he's had a personal grudge against newsies." I couldn't say anything, I was so shocked. Finally Mouth broke the silence.
"Hey, guys, we better go check on the mystery girl." We went back and opened the panel, only to have her nearly repeat her earlier performance of falling on our feet; I could see that she had been listening at the panel. Her eyes were wide with horror.
"Shit! Snyder's chasing me personally? Oh SHIT!"
Curious, I asked, "Can I ask ya a couple questions? One, who are you? Two, why were the bulls chasing you? Three, what happened that has Snyder personally mixed up in this? Four, why are you here?" She managed a small smirk at the speed I delivered the questions before answering.
"Okay, my name is Sprite, the bulls are chasing me because my parents were murdered and they think I did it. I'm here because I need to hide, because I want to be a newsie, and because I've heard there's someone here who tends to scare most people off. It's nice to know I'm not the only one." At this, everyone's heads swiveled towards Slider, who innocently asked what we were staring at. "Finally, the reason Snyder is mixed up in this is because- because-" she mumbled something. "What?" "I said, Snyder is my mother's brother. Yes, that creep is my uncle. Kick me out if you must."
Spark smirked. "If we did things like that, I'm betting most of the newsies wouldn't be newsies. Most of us have a shameful relative that we wish would disappear, but the rest of us don't care. We don't discriminate because of that. Now come on, everybody, or all the papes will be gone by the time we get there. Race ya!" With that, we all laughed and headed out the door to the DO.