Chapter 15:
POV of Mandy.
"Little Bit, Boidie! When did you's two git here?" I asked. I had turned away for just a second, and when I turned back, poof, they were there.
"About five minutes ago," Boidie replied, the hostility in her voice was very strong. What is up with this girl? What does she think I want? Spot?
"Eh, can I talk to ya outside?" I'm gonna make my best efort to befriend this newsie that really is from the past.
"Sure, whateva." She really doesn't like me. I'm not too fond of her, but I don't like being disliked for no reason. We walked outside, both of us reluctantly leaving our guys' laps. "So, what do ya want?"
"I wanna know why you don't like me." Flat out, there it is. A month ago I would have never said that that way.
"Andy, baby, people generally don't like people who want their man, if you undastand that." I wonder if the blonde theory goes back this far.
"I don't want Spot. And it's Mandy, not Andy. I've already turned him down twice." OK, so now she knows that. "An' Tuck an' Baby have turned him down, too. We don't want 'im."
"So now 'e ain't good enough for ya?"
"No, it's not that. I just don't like 'im that way."
"What eva, we're missin' da show." Let's go back inside." I noticed something. There was silence surrounding us. Not what you should expect from outside a theater chocked full of newsies and other men.
"Boidie, it's quiet," I said. I waited for some sort of response but got nothing. "Boidie? Boidie?" Oh no. I think I've jumped again.
I ran into the theater, which was now old and empty, just to verify my theory. I'm in 2004 again, alone. This isn't a first, but the last time didn't last long. I just have to wait it out.
I walked down the street, hoping to run into the past. It didn't work. So I tried the whole go in and sit down where I was. Easier said than done. All the tables have been moved around, and I can't remember where we were sitting. So I head up to the balcony.
I sat down up there, in the front row. I thought about why I may have jumped to now. Maybe it has something to do with amounts of time in each time. I sat and calculated that theory for about ten minutes before ruling it out. I'm not going to say it's completely random, but it's not easily figured.
I sat, coming up with ideas then throwing them out, for about three hours. I'd given up hope. I'd come to NY, a dream I'd been following for years. I'd met the newsies, a dream for a few months. And I found Baby Bear, the real reason I'd come. But I lost her. I lost it all. So I decided to leave.
"Mandy, right?" a sweet Irish voice came from behind me. I looked up and saw the theater looked new. YES! The past is back.
"Yeah. Your name is Klover, right?" I replied after slight hesitation. This time hopping stuff is hard to get used to.
"Yes, that's me." Good, I got her name right. "Why are you still here?" she asked. It took me a moment to remember how long I'd been here.
"Um, it's hard to explain." She didn't saw anything for a moment, and I'd thought she'd dropped it.
"Do you want to talk?" Nope, didn't drop it. Gotta give her an A for caring, though. "Just about life, you know?"
"Um, OK. Life has gotten pretty complicated," I said hesitantly. She motioned toward a table, and I sat.
"So, do we want you to start, or should I brake the ice with my story?" I don't know. I guess she should go first. It would be a lot less complicated.
"I think maybe you should start." I said. "That is, if ya want this conversation to end sometime this week."
"Ok, I guess I can start," she said, hesitantly, but on deeper inspection, I think she was more than willing to tell her tale. "I came from Ireland to help me aunt when I was fourteen, two years ago. She was starting a school for girls, and I was expected to help, and later attend. Well, four months after I arrived here, the school burned to the ground. Along with it, went my aunt and a girl. They all thought the girl was me."
"Oh, my gosh. And I thought my story was bad." There was a pause. "I'm sorry, continue."
"Well, I was out on the street alone and with nothing for a week. Then I saw some boys selling papers. At first they didn't notice me. After about an hour, one of them, Jack Kelly, asked if I had a job. He lent me two bits to start selling, and over time I paid him back. Then I met Medda. She said I have the look of a showgirl. Not the sluttie type, but the type for more sophisticated audiences. She trained me Friday nights for the past two months. Now she'll start to pay me for singing here on Fridays and Saturdays."
"Wow, that's eventful. Rather eventful for a normal person, at least." I said.
"So what's your story? Are you royalty or something other than a 'normal person'?" she asked, like I had just done some major faux pas.
"No, it's not like that. I'm a normal person."
"Well then explain."
"This is gonna be a long night."
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OK, I got a bit lazy at the end and just brought it to an end. I have allot on my mind at the moment. I hope you all don't mind my telling you how I stopped the real Ink from reading my ficcy.
So we in front of our school, standing around. Boidie, Little Bit, Tuck and Baby were all there. Some other people were there, but I won't name them. Ink and another friend I won't name got off the bus and came over. I was being stupid and complaining how the only reviews I've had as of late are from personal friends(hint hint). He said that he would go and read my fic under some sort of alias and review just to make me feel better. I was like, "No no no, don't read my fanfic. You aren't aloud to read it!" and he still said that he was going to do it, so now Little Bit is gonna keep him busy when he's not at school. I really don't want him to read what I've written about him. Please don't say anything about this random insert, I just thought that you might find it funny, though now it sounds way stupid.
And another stupid insert: in those scenes in cartoons where they're dreaming of money and gold coins rain down on their heads, don't you think it would hurt? With all those heavy coins hitting you and all. Oh, never mind.
Thank you for reviewing, please, send more! I love reviews. I live off them. Thank you all.
POV of Mandy.
"Little Bit, Boidie! When did you's two git here?" I asked. I had turned away for just a second, and when I turned back, poof, they were there.
"About five minutes ago," Boidie replied, the hostility in her voice was very strong. What is up with this girl? What does she think I want? Spot?
"Eh, can I talk to ya outside?" I'm gonna make my best efort to befriend this newsie that really is from the past.
"Sure, whateva." She really doesn't like me. I'm not too fond of her, but I don't like being disliked for no reason. We walked outside, both of us reluctantly leaving our guys' laps. "So, what do ya want?"
"I wanna know why you don't like me." Flat out, there it is. A month ago I would have never said that that way.
"Andy, baby, people generally don't like people who want their man, if you undastand that." I wonder if the blonde theory goes back this far.
"I don't want Spot. And it's Mandy, not Andy. I've already turned him down twice." OK, so now she knows that. "An' Tuck an' Baby have turned him down, too. We don't want 'im."
"So now 'e ain't good enough for ya?"
"No, it's not that. I just don't like 'im that way."
"What eva, we're missin' da show." Let's go back inside." I noticed something. There was silence surrounding us. Not what you should expect from outside a theater chocked full of newsies and other men.
"Boidie, it's quiet," I said. I waited for some sort of response but got nothing. "Boidie? Boidie?" Oh no. I think I've jumped again.
I ran into the theater, which was now old and empty, just to verify my theory. I'm in 2004 again, alone. This isn't a first, but the last time didn't last long. I just have to wait it out.
I walked down the street, hoping to run into the past. It didn't work. So I tried the whole go in and sit down where I was. Easier said than done. All the tables have been moved around, and I can't remember where we were sitting. So I head up to the balcony.
I sat down up there, in the front row. I thought about why I may have jumped to now. Maybe it has something to do with amounts of time in each time. I sat and calculated that theory for about ten minutes before ruling it out. I'm not going to say it's completely random, but it's not easily figured.
I sat, coming up with ideas then throwing them out, for about three hours. I'd given up hope. I'd come to NY, a dream I'd been following for years. I'd met the newsies, a dream for a few months. And I found Baby Bear, the real reason I'd come. But I lost her. I lost it all. So I decided to leave.
"Mandy, right?" a sweet Irish voice came from behind me. I looked up and saw the theater looked new. YES! The past is back.
"Yeah. Your name is Klover, right?" I replied after slight hesitation. This time hopping stuff is hard to get used to.
"Yes, that's me." Good, I got her name right. "Why are you still here?" she asked. It took me a moment to remember how long I'd been here.
"Um, it's hard to explain." She didn't saw anything for a moment, and I'd thought she'd dropped it.
"Do you want to talk?" Nope, didn't drop it. Gotta give her an A for caring, though. "Just about life, you know?"
"Um, OK. Life has gotten pretty complicated," I said hesitantly. She motioned toward a table, and I sat.
"So, do we want you to start, or should I brake the ice with my story?" I don't know. I guess she should go first. It would be a lot less complicated.
"I think maybe you should start." I said. "That is, if ya want this conversation to end sometime this week."
"Ok, I guess I can start," she said, hesitantly, but on deeper inspection, I think she was more than willing to tell her tale. "I came from Ireland to help me aunt when I was fourteen, two years ago. She was starting a school for girls, and I was expected to help, and later attend. Well, four months after I arrived here, the school burned to the ground. Along with it, went my aunt and a girl. They all thought the girl was me."
"Oh, my gosh. And I thought my story was bad." There was a pause. "I'm sorry, continue."
"Well, I was out on the street alone and with nothing for a week. Then I saw some boys selling papers. At first they didn't notice me. After about an hour, one of them, Jack Kelly, asked if I had a job. He lent me two bits to start selling, and over time I paid him back. Then I met Medda. She said I have the look of a showgirl. Not the sluttie type, but the type for more sophisticated audiences. She trained me Friday nights for the past two months. Now she'll start to pay me for singing here on Fridays and Saturdays."
"Wow, that's eventful. Rather eventful for a normal person, at least." I said.
"So what's your story? Are you royalty or something other than a 'normal person'?" she asked, like I had just done some major faux pas.
"No, it's not like that. I'm a normal person."
"Well then explain."
"This is gonna be a long night."
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OK, I got a bit lazy at the end and just brought it to an end. I have allot on my mind at the moment. I hope you all don't mind my telling you how I stopped the real Ink from reading my ficcy.
So we in front of our school, standing around. Boidie, Little Bit, Tuck and Baby were all there. Some other people were there, but I won't name them. Ink and another friend I won't name got off the bus and came over. I was being stupid and complaining how the only reviews I've had as of late are from personal friends(hint hint). He said that he would go and read my fic under some sort of alias and review just to make me feel better. I was like, "No no no, don't read my fanfic. You aren't aloud to read it!" and he still said that he was going to do it, so now Little Bit is gonna keep him busy when he's not at school. I really don't want him to read what I've written about him. Please don't say anything about this random insert, I just thought that you might find it funny, though now it sounds way stupid.
And another stupid insert: in those scenes in cartoons where they're dreaming of money and gold coins rain down on their heads, don't you think it would hurt? With all those heavy coins hitting you and all. Oh, never mind.
Thank you for reviewing, please, send more! I love reviews. I live off them. Thank you all.
