Hey ladies and gents, Vix here. As you can probably tell I've got another chapter up, YAY!! I've finished with a few more ch.s and they will be appearing soon (granted I get some reviews!! *intimidating grr*) Hope ya like it.
PS Sprite/Liz (aka AaronLohrLover24) is my beta for this chapter and the next few. Yeah girl Love ya!!!
~Spot's Fox~
Chapter 4: Boy Sees Girl
As she lay back on her bed, she listened as her father called to their maid. "Amalia.... where in the bloody world can that girl be? Amalia!"
Amalia's feet scuffed the floor as she scurried to her employer's aid. She was a young Mexican girl of about 17 with black long straight hair that was worn high on her head in a bun. Her eyes were a dark brown, the color of chocolate. She was about 5'6 or so and thin.
"Mr. Winston," She began, her Hispanic accent almost invisible.
"Amalia, when you are called, you are to come immediately. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir, it will never happen again," She promised but she knew all too well it would happen again. Probably more than once.
He nodded his head in response, "Where is that daughter of mine? She is to go with her mother in precisely 15 minutes. She musn't be late."
"She will be ready to go on time," Amalia reassured him.
She waited for him to excuse her, which he did with a nod of his head. She walked quickly to the girl's room. She let herself in, and shut the door behind her.
"Britannia, you must hurry. You have ta be with your mother in fifteen minutes, and you're still in your night skirts." Amalia yanked the bed sheets off the 16 year old British girl. Brit was unfortunately fated to a wealthy life, which she despised immensely. She wanted more than anything to live Amalia's life. After she left their home, in Manhattan. Amalia was a dancer at a place called Medda's. It was what her parents referred to as a 'whore house,' but to Britannia it was heaven. The girls all got to do as they pleased, and were all so talented.
"Amalia," Britannia whined as the maid pulled off her night skirts, "I do not wish to go with my mother. I don't want live my life this way. I want a life like yours. Going to Irving Hall to dance and sing. Having friends, doing what you like. Oh Amalia, OHHH!" The girl exclaimed as Amalia tightened her corset.
"Please Brit, hush up, and suck in. I can't very well get you to the proper size with your mouth going. Hurry now, we only have a few minutes to get you to your mother." Amalia quickly laced the corset, and helped the girl pull on her dress and fastened it for her. The dress was yellow silk, and flowed beautifully as she walked. Brit quickly grabbed her hat and parasol, as she ran with Amalia who was still fastening her dress. Britannia skidded to a stop just in time to throw on her hat and meet up with her mother at the door.
"There you are,Dear, and surprisingly on time.... Lovely hair, Darling," Her mother said disapprovingly. Britannia glanced at a huge mirror that hung in the corridor. She gasped at the site.
"Oh Britannia, when will you learn? Young sophisticated ladies do not sleep so late. Go hurry. Oh dear, we are going to be late." Her mother shook her head and walked back to her husband, "James, darling, how will we ever teach her to be like her sister? Katrina was never late, and never slept in. She was up at a proper time, and look at her now. Properly married, and expecting, like a girl should be. Its high time Britannia married."
"I know, Darling. That is exactly why I arranged for Mr. Bernard Wisely to come for the ball we are hosting this coming weekend. You know, after Katrina arrives."
"Oh what a splendid idea!" Britannia mocked her mother, "Can you believe those two? I mean honestly, arranging for me to go with that Wisely fellow."
"But I thought ya couldn't get enough of him at last year's ball. There was him, Mr. Charelston, Mr. Butler, and of course Mr. Wilkes," Amalia reminded her.
"Oh, Rhett! I simply did adore him, and Mr. Wilkes of course. But Bernard! He was just another man who simply couldn't stay away from me. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't very well allow people to think I was a rude little brat, which I am not."
"No, you couldn't let people think you're anything like the rest of them."
"Amalia, you don't really think I'm like the rest of them... do you?" Britannia questioned anxiously.
"Look, Brit, you're my best friend. But my life on the streets, it's not all that you think it is."
"Oh, won't you please take me? Please, just bring me once so I can decide for myself that it's worse than my life." Brit begged. Amalia sighed, giving in.
"Look, we'll talk about it tonight. Right now, you need to go with your mother."
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Jack walked away from his little sister and best friend. He was sick of their lovey-doveyness, and needed to be alone. As he walked through the slums of Manhattan, he bumped into what appeared to be another newsie.
"Oh sorry, my brother tripped me," apologized the newsie.
" 's okay, you a Newsie?" Jack questioned.
"Yeah, I guess. Today's my first day, my dad lost his job, so it's my job to bring in the money," The boy explained. He was tall, a few inches shorter than Jack. He had curly brown hair and bright blue eyes.
"Wha's ya name?"
"David, David Jacobs," He introduced himself when a small boy skidded into him, "and this is Les, my brother."
"Heya Les, how old are ya?" Jack questioned, squatting at his level to get a better look at him.
"Nearly eleven. Davey's older, he's 16," Les explained.
"No kiddin, well when ya sell tell 'em ya seven er eight. Ya sell more if ya youngah."
Les nodded, and then noticed Jack's cowboy hat, "Are you a real cowboy?"
Jack glanced at his hat that hung around his neck, "Not yet, but dats what dey call me, Cowboy. But I'se also known as Jack Kelly. I'se movin tah New Mexico once I'se git 'nough money."
"Then, you'll be a real cowboy, with horses and everything?"
"Yeah, with horses and everything," Jack returned his attention back to the older boy. "Ya want some tips on sellin?"
"Sure, I'm not selling anything with these horrible headlines," he announced as they walked together down the streets towards Central Park.
"Dats da foist thing ya gotta learn, Headlines don' sell papes, Newsies sell papes. Ya gotta learn tah improve da headlines. Like this 'Young goil runs away' dat ain't gonna get ya a single customer. People hear dat all da time, try it dis way," Jack turned, holding a paper in the air and exclaimed, "Extry! Extry! Read all about it! Da Mayor's daughtah kidnapped!"
About five people came up to Jack and bought some of his papers. As they walked away, Jack looked over at Davey.
"You just lied to them."
"It wasn' lying, it was improvin da truth. Look, ya wanna make a livin ya gotta do it. With the news being slow, ya never gonna sell ya papes. Hey, I'se gots an idea, why don' we go and grab some breakfast? Dere's this little shop down by da book store. 's great."
Dave and Les followed Jack towards the market.
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Britannia tagged along behind her mother, her eyes wondering through the streets. They were on their way to the dress store, which was on the outskirts of Manhattan, close to the market. This was the only time she enjoyed going with her mother because she could go to the BookShop. Books and writing were her life. She had few friends, most of the other girls from school didn't like her, and were jealous of her because most of the boys found her gorgeous and intriguing. Her biggest problem was her sister Katrina, was perfect, and like most of the other girls hated her. Katrina's husband had once liked Britannia, but Brit told him he had to remain faithful to Kat. He did and grew to love Kat with all his heart, but her sister would never forget the time "her sister tried to take her beau". Britannia tried to make her sister understand that she never had any interest in Patrick, even he tried to make Kat believe that it was all his fault. Yet she still refused to listen to either of them.
Britannia glanced towards the market, where she was never permitted to go. Only their maids, cooks, and butlers were to go there because her parents believed only "street trash" would ever think of going to a place that was so "filthy".
As she glanced over the marketplace, she caught site of the most attractive man. His eyes made contact with hers. Bolts of electricity shot through her veins, and she had to stop where she was walking. Brit stood still, staring into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Her dark blue eyes mesmerized on his, her heart pounded so loud that she was sure her mother would hear it. The man began to walk towards her, and she began to walk towards him, when an arm yanked her into the dress shop. Startled by the sudden jolt, she nearly tripped herself.
"Britannia, what are you doing? We have to hurry, we don't have time for you to be fooling around."
"Sorry mother," she replied.
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"Jack?" David's voice and the sudden disappearance of the girl brought him out of his trance.
"Uh? Did.. didja see dat?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The dame, da one with those eyes. Those blue eyes that like sapphiahs, glistenin like crystals."
"Ya mean the doll that just walked into the dress shop? My sister works there, ya wanna go?"
"Yeah, c'mon."
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The entire shopping trip, Britannia couldn't stop thinking about those eyes. Those perfect eyes belonging to that perfect boy. Her mother was getting frustrated,
"Britannia, what are you thinking about? What do you think of this one?"
Brit glanced at the dress, she hated it, thinking of how awful the color was, although she adored the cut. She quickly grabbed a different dress off the racks, "This one mother, it's much better."
Her mother's mouth dropped open, "Have you any taste?"
Britannia glanced at the dress, and realized her mother was right, it was horrible. "Mother, how about you pick out the dress. I am going to go to the BookShop." Her mother happily agreed, and grabbed the dress she had originally wanted for Brit. Brit sighed heavily and walked into the book store.
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Jack, Davey, and Les made their way to the Dress store. David and Jack went in, leaving Les waiting outside.
"Heya Sarah," David announced to his sister.
"Davey! What are you doing here?" She asked, then glancing over at Dave's friend.
"We were just looking for someone.. Oh, by the way this is Jack Kelly."
Jack nodded at Sarah, who just smiled as she looked him over, again, realizing how gorgeous he was.
"Well, I'm sorry there's no one here, my last two customers just left."
David nodded, "Oh, well, thanks Sarah. See ya tonight."
"Bye Davey. nice meetin' you Jack."
" 's me pleasure Sarah, thanks a bunch."
Jack couldn't believe he had missed her. He didn't know why, but that girl needed to be in his life. There was no denying he felt something for her, even though he'd never met her. Jack decided to go to the Joint, bringing Davey along with him so he could get acquainted with the fellas. There he would talk to his good pal Amalia, to see if she might know her. She worked for some family on "Snob Hill" maybe she could figure out who he was talking about.
All right I updated, so the least you can do is REVIEW!!!!!! :)
Hugs and Kisses- Spots Fox
PS Sprite/Liz (aka AaronLohrLover24) is my beta for this chapter and the next few. Yeah girl Love ya!!!
~Spot's Fox~
Chapter 4: Boy Sees Girl
As she lay back on her bed, she listened as her father called to their maid. "Amalia.... where in the bloody world can that girl be? Amalia!"
Amalia's feet scuffed the floor as she scurried to her employer's aid. She was a young Mexican girl of about 17 with black long straight hair that was worn high on her head in a bun. Her eyes were a dark brown, the color of chocolate. She was about 5'6 or so and thin.
"Mr. Winston," She began, her Hispanic accent almost invisible.
"Amalia, when you are called, you are to come immediately. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir, it will never happen again," She promised but she knew all too well it would happen again. Probably more than once.
He nodded his head in response, "Where is that daughter of mine? She is to go with her mother in precisely 15 minutes. She musn't be late."
"She will be ready to go on time," Amalia reassured him.
She waited for him to excuse her, which he did with a nod of his head. She walked quickly to the girl's room. She let herself in, and shut the door behind her.
"Britannia, you must hurry. You have ta be with your mother in fifteen minutes, and you're still in your night skirts." Amalia yanked the bed sheets off the 16 year old British girl. Brit was unfortunately fated to a wealthy life, which she despised immensely. She wanted more than anything to live Amalia's life. After she left their home, in Manhattan. Amalia was a dancer at a place called Medda's. It was what her parents referred to as a 'whore house,' but to Britannia it was heaven. The girls all got to do as they pleased, and were all so talented.
"Amalia," Britannia whined as the maid pulled off her night skirts, "I do not wish to go with my mother. I don't want live my life this way. I want a life like yours. Going to Irving Hall to dance and sing. Having friends, doing what you like. Oh Amalia, OHHH!" The girl exclaimed as Amalia tightened her corset.
"Please Brit, hush up, and suck in. I can't very well get you to the proper size with your mouth going. Hurry now, we only have a few minutes to get you to your mother." Amalia quickly laced the corset, and helped the girl pull on her dress and fastened it for her. The dress was yellow silk, and flowed beautifully as she walked. Brit quickly grabbed her hat and parasol, as she ran with Amalia who was still fastening her dress. Britannia skidded to a stop just in time to throw on her hat and meet up with her mother at the door.
"There you are,Dear, and surprisingly on time.... Lovely hair, Darling," Her mother said disapprovingly. Britannia glanced at a huge mirror that hung in the corridor. She gasped at the site.
"Oh Britannia, when will you learn? Young sophisticated ladies do not sleep so late. Go hurry. Oh dear, we are going to be late." Her mother shook her head and walked back to her husband, "James, darling, how will we ever teach her to be like her sister? Katrina was never late, and never slept in. She was up at a proper time, and look at her now. Properly married, and expecting, like a girl should be. Its high time Britannia married."
"I know, Darling. That is exactly why I arranged for Mr. Bernard Wisely to come for the ball we are hosting this coming weekend. You know, after Katrina arrives."
"Oh what a splendid idea!" Britannia mocked her mother, "Can you believe those two? I mean honestly, arranging for me to go with that Wisely fellow."
"But I thought ya couldn't get enough of him at last year's ball. There was him, Mr. Charelston, Mr. Butler, and of course Mr. Wilkes," Amalia reminded her.
"Oh, Rhett! I simply did adore him, and Mr. Wilkes of course. But Bernard! He was just another man who simply couldn't stay away from me. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't very well allow people to think I was a rude little brat, which I am not."
"No, you couldn't let people think you're anything like the rest of them."
"Amalia, you don't really think I'm like the rest of them... do you?" Britannia questioned anxiously.
"Look, Brit, you're my best friend. But my life on the streets, it's not all that you think it is."
"Oh, won't you please take me? Please, just bring me once so I can decide for myself that it's worse than my life." Brit begged. Amalia sighed, giving in.
"Look, we'll talk about it tonight. Right now, you need to go with your mother."
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Jack walked away from his little sister and best friend. He was sick of their lovey-doveyness, and needed to be alone. As he walked through the slums of Manhattan, he bumped into what appeared to be another newsie.
"Oh sorry, my brother tripped me," apologized the newsie.
" 's okay, you a Newsie?" Jack questioned.
"Yeah, I guess. Today's my first day, my dad lost his job, so it's my job to bring in the money," The boy explained. He was tall, a few inches shorter than Jack. He had curly brown hair and bright blue eyes.
"Wha's ya name?"
"David, David Jacobs," He introduced himself when a small boy skidded into him, "and this is Les, my brother."
"Heya Les, how old are ya?" Jack questioned, squatting at his level to get a better look at him.
"Nearly eleven. Davey's older, he's 16," Les explained.
"No kiddin, well when ya sell tell 'em ya seven er eight. Ya sell more if ya youngah."
Les nodded, and then noticed Jack's cowboy hat, "Are you a real cowboy?"
Jack glanced at his hat that hung around his neck, "Not yet, but dats what dey call me, Cowboy. But I'se also known as Jack Kelly. I'se movin tah New Mexico once I'se git 'nough money."
"Then, you'll be a real cowboy, with horses and everything?"
"Yeah, with horses and everything," Jack returned his attention back to the older boy. "Ya want some tips on sellin?"
"Sure, I'm not selling anything with these horrible headlines," he announced as they walked together down the streets towards Central Park.
"Dats da foist thing ya gotta learn, Headlines don' sell papes, Newsies sell papes. Ya gotta learn tah improve da headlines. Like this 'Young goil runs away' dat ain't gonna get ya a single customer. People hear dat all da time, try it dis way," Jack turned, holding a paper in the air and exclaimed, "Extry! Extry! Read all about it! Da Mayor's daughtah kidnapped!"
About five people came up to Jack and bought some of his papers. As they walked away, Jack looked over at Davey.
"You just lied to them."
"It wasn' lying, it was improvin da truth. Look, ya wanna make a livin ya gotta do it. With the news being slow, ya never gonna sell ya papes. Hey, I'se gots an idea, why don' we go and grab some breakfast? Dere's this little shop down by da book store. 's great."
Dave and Les followed Jack towards the market.
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Britannia tagged along behind her mother, her eyes wondering through the streets. They were on their way to the dress store, which was on the outskirts of Manhattan, close to the market. This was the only time she enjoyed going with her mother because she could go to the BookShop. Books and writing were her life. She had few friends, most of the other girls from school didn't like her, and were jealous of her because most of the boys found her gorgeous and intriguing. Her biggest problem was her sister Katrina, was perfect, and like most of the other girls hated her. Katrina's husband had once liked Britannia, but Brit told him he had to remain faithful to Kat. He did and grew to love Kat with all his heart, but her sister would never forget the time "her sister tried to take her beau". Britannia tried to make her sister understand that she never had any interest in Patrick, even he tried to make Kat believe that it was all his fault. Yet she still refused to listen to either of them.
Britannia glanced towards the market, where she was never permitted to go. Only their maids, cooks, and butlers were to go there because her parents believed only "street trash" would ever think of going to a place that was so "filthy".
As she glanced over the marketplace, she caught site of the most attractive man. His eyes made contact with hers. Bolts of electricity shot through her veins, and she had to stop where she was walking. Brit stood still, staring into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Her dark blue eyes mesmerized on his, her heart pounded so loud that she was sure her mother would hear it. The man began to walk towards her, and she began to walk towards him, when an arm yanked her into the dress shop. Startled by the sudden jolt, she nearly tripped herself.
"Britannia, what are you doing? We have to hurry, we don't have time for you to be fooling around."
"Sorry mother," she replied.
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"Jack?" David's voice and the sudden disappearance of the girl brought him out of his trance.
"Uh? Did.. didja see dat?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The dame, da one with those eyes. Those blue eyes that like sapphiahs, glistenin like crystals."
"Ya mean the doll that just walked into the dress shop? My sister works there, ya wanna go?"
"Yeah, c'mon."
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The entire shopping trip, Britannia couldn't stop thinking about those eyes. Those perfect eyes belonging to that perfect boy. Her mother was getting frustrated,
"Britannia, what are you thinking about? What do you think of this one?"
Brit glanced at the dress, she hated it, thinking of how awful the color was, although she adored the cut. She quickly grabbed a different dress off the racks, "This one mother, it's much better."
Her mother's mouth dropped open, "Have you any taste?"
Britannia glanced at the dress, and realized her mother was right, it was horrible. "Mother, how about you pick out the dress. I am going to go to the BookShop." Her mother happily agreed, and grabbed the dress she had originally wanted for Brit. Brit sighed heavily and walked into the book store.
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Jack, Davey, and Les made their way to the Dress store. David and Jack went in, leaving Les waiting outside.
"Heya Sarah," David announced to his sister.
"Davey! What are you doing here?" She asked, then glancing over at Dave's friend.
"We were just looking for someone.. Oh, by the way this is Jack Kelly."
Jack nodded at Sarah, who just smiled as she looked him over, again, realizing how gorgeous he was.
"Well, I'm sorry there's no one here, my last two customers just left."
David nodded, "Oh, well, thanks Sarah. See ya tonight."
"Bye Davey. nice meetin' you Jack."
" 's me pleasure Sarah, thanks a bunch."
Jack couldn't believe he had missed her. He didn't know why, but that girl needed to be in his life. There was no denying he felt something for her, even though he'd never met her. Jack decided to go to the Joint, bringing Davey along with him so he could get acquainted with the fellas. There he would talk to his good pal Amalia, to see if she might know her. She worked for some family on "Snob Hill" maybe she could figure out who he was talking about.
All right I updated, so the least you can do is REVIEW!!!!!! :)
Hugs and Kisses- Spots Fox