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AN: Hey everybody!!! Miss me??? Yes, yes, I know....i need to post more often...eh...newayz..here's more...GO READ RENT BY COURT JESTER!!!! (sorry jo, I couldn't resist) : )
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Mist: Sorry it was so short!! This probably isn't much better...eh heh....
Chapter Seven *It's Gonna Be A Long Week*
Widow and Tara didn't stop running until they reached a long metal bridge.
"Youse tink it's past heah?" Widow asked Tara.
"Yeah, probably," Tara replied.
"'Ow do youse know?"
Tara rolled her eyes and pointed at a sign which read "Brooklyn Bridge."
"Ah," Widow said, "Let's go!"
"Can't we WALK a bit??!!" Tara exclaimed, dragging her feet and panting for air.
"Aw, ya tired already?" Widow asked jokingly.
"Jist 'cause I got dese short little stubby legs...." Tara muttered irritatedly.
"C'mon, I'll race ya...Shorty..." Widow laughed at her.
Tara glared at her friend, "I'm gonna get youse foah dat!" She yelled as she chased after Widow.
Widow stopped running after she reached the other side of the bridge and waited for Tara, who was a good twenty feet behind her, to catch up.
"I'm getting' old, Tara!" Widow whined at her as she jogged the last five feet between them.
"Shuddup," grumbled Tara, "Jist shuddup.."
Widow grinned at her and the two continued to walk around completely, totally, and utterely aimlessly until they saw yet another boy selling newspapers.
Tara approached him and asked, "Is dis Brooklyn?"
The boy looked at her as if she was an idiot.
"Yeah..." He replied.
"Do youse know of a goil named Jade?"
The boy nodded, still looking at Tara skeptically.
"Do youse know wheah she is?" Tara asked quickly.
"Ovah by da docks with Spot," the boy answered.
"Which way's dat?"
The boy's eyes widened.
'How da hell does she not know wheah da docks are?' He thought to himself.
He pointed to the harbor and Tara gestured to Widow to start going that way with her.
"Tanks!" Widow said to the boy as she walked past him.
"Wait!" The boy called after them.
"What?" Widow asked, annoyed about the delay.
"Spot's settlin' territory disputes with da leadah of da Coney Island newsies, an' dey're probably gonna end up in a fight, so Ise wouldn't go ovah dere if I was you," the boy explained.
"'K," Widow said, following after Tara.
The boy looked at their retreating backs with his mouth agape. Were they complete idiots or what?!
A few minutes later Blink and Race ran up to the boy.
"'Ay Hawk," Race started, "Did two goils who talk like dey're from New York but don't know wheah da hell anyting is happen ta go by heah?"
Hawk raised his eyebrows, "Yeah," he said.
"Wheah did dey go?" Blink asked hurredly.
Hawk pointed in the direction Tara and Widow had gone.
Blink and Race sprinted off towards the docks, leaving Hawk standing there, wondering what the hell was going on.
"It's gonna be a long week.." Hawk mumbled to himself, "It's gonna be a long week...."
AN: Hey everybody!!! Miss me??? Yes, yes, I know....i need to post more often...eh...newayz..here's more...GO READ RENT BY COURT JESTER!!!! (sorry jo, I couldn't resist) : )
Comments:
Stripes: EEK!!! I keep trying to find the best possible place to add u- know-who in and I finally found it!!!!! So just be patient!!!!! Lol......
Jester: Hug me!! kidding......ah yes, I just hafta advertise!! It's TOO great not too!!!! She's got a new man? Well, no.. What's his name? Joanne....LMAO!!!!!!!!
Gemini: Scary!! Um..but if I was shot, wouldn't it be hard for me to keep writing???? Thanks for reviewing so much!!!!
Irish Fury: Glad you think it's still interesting.......
Little Washu: YAY!!!! You read it!!!! Now go send me the second part of your story!!!
Mist: Sorry it was so short!! This probably isn't much better...eh heh....
Chapter Seven *It's Gonna Be A Long Week*
Widow and Tara didn't stop running until they reached a long metal bridge.
"Youse tink it's past heah?" Widow asked Tara.
"Yeah, probably," Tara replied.
"'Ow do youse know?"
Tara rolled her eyes and pointed at a sign which read "Brooklyn Bridge."
"Ah," Widow said, "Let's go!"
"Can't we WALK a bit??!!" Tara exclaimed, dragging her feet and panting for air.
"Aw, ya tired already?" Widow asked jokingly.
"Jist 'cause I got dese short little stubby legs...." Tara muttered irritatedly.
"C'mon, I'll race ya...Shorty..." Widow laughed at her.
Tara glared at her friend, "I'm gonna get youse foah dat!" She yelled as she chased after Widow.
Widow stopped running after she reached the other side of the bridge and waited for Tara, who was a good twenty feet behind her, to catch up.
"I'm getting' old, Tara!" Widow whined at her as she jogged the last five feet between them.
"Shuddup," grumbled Tara, "Jist shuddup.."
Widow grinned at her and the two continued to walk around completely, totally, and utterely aimlessly until they saw yet another boy selling newspapers.
Tara approached him and asked, "Is dis Brooklyn?"
The boy looked at her as if she was an idiot.
"Yeah..." He replied.
"Do youse know of a goil named Jade?"
The boy nodded, still looking at Tara skeptically.
"Do youse know wheah she is?" Tara asked quickly.
"Ovah by da docks with Spot," the boy answered.
"Which way's dat?"
The boy's eyes widened.
'How da hell does she not know wheah da docks are?' He thought to himself.
He pointed to the harbor and Tara gestured to Widow to start going that way with her.
"Tanks!" Widow said to the boy as she walked past him.
"Wait!" The boy called after them.
"What?" Widow asked, annoyed about the delay.
"Spot's settlin' territory disputes with da leadah of da Coney Island newsies, an' dey're probably gonna end up in a fight, so Ise wouldn't go ovah dere if I was you," the boy explained.
"'K," Widow said, following after Tara.
The boy looked at their retreating backs with his mouth agape. Were they complete idiots or what?!
A few minutes later Blink and Race ran up to the boy.
"'Ay Hawk," Race started, "Did two goils who talk like dey're from New York but don't know wheah da hell anyting is happen ta go by heah?"
Hawk raised his eyebrows, "Yeah," he said.
"Wheah did dey go?" Blink asked hurredly.
Hawk pointed in the direction Tara and Widow had gone.
Blink and Race sprinted off towards the docks, leaving Hawk standing there, wondering what the hell was going on.
"It's gonna be a long week.." Hawk mumbled to himself, "It's gonna be a long week...."