A/N: My older sister finally posted one of her original stories. It's
excellent.
Fortune's Soldier by A.C. Burke
When the Tyomnian Liberation Army marched on Vysokia, they thought their task - "freeing the Vysokians from the chains of law and oppression" - would be simple...but one soldier discovers that the world outside Tyomnia is wider than it appears.
I'm back from camp, did ya miss me?
A Camp Song Newsies Style:
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
I have a newsie boy
He is my pride and joy
He knows everything from headlines on down,
Someday I'll be his wife
We'll have a newsie life
Oh how I love my newsie boooooy. Woo
We are the newsie goils
We wear hair in caps
We wear pants instead of skirts
We wear our button up shirts
We are the biggest flirts
Oh how we love our newsie boooooys. Woo
Sorry ok I just had to do that. On to the story!
Chapter 12
"A dress?" Dag said horrified at Jamie as they stood before his house.
"Yes, a dress."
"How 'bout you weah de dress and I weah de tux,"
"No, you need to wear the dress," Jamie replied. "Can you use proper speech in front of my mother?"
"Fine," Dag grumbled. Jamie opened the door and called in.
"Mother I'm home,"
"James, good do you have a nice young girl to bring to the dance tonight yet?" A sweet womanly voice called from another room.
"Um, yes Mother," Jamie replied unsurely.
"She's adorable," awed a middle aged women running into the run.
"Thank- you," Dag had to remember to add the 'you'.
Jamie's mother was small and gorgeous. Her very being radiated kindness and charity. Dag honestly wondered how someone as irritating like Jamie could have been related to this kind and gentle woman.
"She's absolutely darling. I see why that young man kidnapped you know." Her second comment was directed towards Dag. Dag looked over at Jamie; he shot back a look of warning. Dag gave a weak smile back for the compliment.
"You're not going to wear that to the party are you?" She said it in such a way that it was merely a question and not snobby at all.
"Well-"
"No she wasn't," Jamie answered before Dag could get past 'well'.
"I have a beautiful blue and silver one that would just be darling on you," The older woman grabbed her hand. "This way, I'll have one of the maids adjust it to your size."
Dag gave Jamie one last glare before being dragged upstairs to be fitted into the dress.
~~~~****~~~~~****~~~~
Dag stepped into a grand hall on Jamie's arm. She plastered on a fake smile, and tried to make her hold on Jamie's arm more realistic. The party had already started and the music playing. Several couples were already dancing.
"Why don't you two go dance," Mrs. Warren said giving Jamie a push in the right direction.
Dag scowled and Jamie led her over to the other dancing couples. The two of them started with a slow waltz. Jamie could dance well and Dag had forgotten how much she had loved dancing. Her thoughts turned to Spot and how he liked a little more crud kind of fun; like poker, or swimming next to the dock. Dag remembered that she was getting revenge here. Dag smiled. Jamie laughed.
"What?" Dag asked, she didn't like being laughed at by someone like Jamie.
"You're having a good time is all, I know you would." Dag blushed.
Maybe Jamie wasn't so bad after all. That is why she had agreed to let him come to Brooklyn along with her. Not to mention that she could be his 'goil' with out her father disowning her. Not that she would mind if her Father were to disown her or anything. Spot would be a great guy to be with. No wait, not Spot; Jaime. She was mad at Jamie. No she wasn't mad at Jamie; she was mad at Spot.
Dag sighed and decided to stop thinking and just have a good time, but she wasn't sure if it would be a good time without Spot. No wait she was mad at Spot. This was revenge.
"Are you alright?" Jamie asked noticing how Dag's smile had dropped.
"Yeah I'm fine, just thinking," She replied casually.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothin'," Dag replied sharply.
"Alright,"
"May I cut in?" asked another boy stopping them.
"Sure," Dag replied even though she could tell Jamie didn't want him to. The boy looked to Jamie, he nodded.
Dag danced with several boys before stopping to go look for Jamie. She found him off to one side. She was about to approach him when she was interrupted by her father.
"Kathryn," he said stepping in front of her. "I never expected to see you come by your on free will."
"Me never," Dag responded.
"I'd like you to meet Mr. Morrill," Dag's father said motioning to the man next to him. The man's chocolate colored hair and brown eyes seemed familiar but Dag couldn't place from where.
"Have we met?" Dag asked still studying the man.
"His daughter goes to the school that you went to before it brunt down he was wondering if you could tell him if she survived or not." Dag's father explained.
"Morrill, the name sounds familiah, but I can't remember from where. What was her foist name?"
"Alexandra," Mr. Morrill replied.
"Oh!" Dag exclaimed as she remembered. "Yeh Why's Father,"
"Why?" Mr. Morrill asked.
"Yeah Why, it's 'cause she says 'why' so much,"
"Do you know where she is?" The man seemed honestly concerned about his daughter. Dag was almost jealous of Why for a moment.
"Yeah, she's in Brooklyn, friend of mine is watching out for her,"
"I'm here to take her home then," Mr. Morrill announced excitedly. "Where in Brooklyn?"
"I'll take you to her but it's up to her if she wants to go home." Dag replied.
"Thank you............Emily," drifts to Dag's ears from the other side of the room.
Dag turns her head to see Jamie and Emily talking to each other not far from where Dag was.
"Excuse me," Dag said leaving her father and Mr. Morrill.
"Good work, I was told that Dag isn't even speaking to Spot," Jamie said to Emily as Dag walked up.
"Hello," Dag said butting right into their conversation.
"Hello Kathryn," Jamie said clearly hoping she hadn't heard the beginning of their conversation.
"Don't mind me you can continue your pervious conversation," Dag said crudely.
"So have decided whether you are going to stay in New York or go back to Vermont yet?" Jamie asked turning to Emily.
"I'm thinking of staying here with my aunt actually," Emily replied sneering as if it should irritate Dag.
"Not that conversation the other one," Dag hissed.
"You heard?"
"Oh yeah, so this was a plot to get me mad at Spot?"
"No," Jamie lied.
"Liar," Dag barked tempted to pull out her dagger.
"It wasn't like that at all," Jamie said backing up a little.
"Oh yes it was, you was on a mission to split me and Spot up wasn't ya?" Dag was advancing on him fists clenched.
"No,"
"You just wait Jamie, I'm not gonna soak ya now, but when I do you is going ta regret you messed wid me." Dag hissed turning her back to him and marching towards the door.
"Kathryn where are you going," her father hissed getting in her way.
"It doesn't matter ta ya," Dag said going around him.
No one stopped her the rest of the way to the door. Once outside she was running to Brooklyn mind you she stopped to pick up her clothes from Jamie's porch. She didn't have time to change though. She had to get back to Brooklyn.
Fortune's Soldier by A.C. Burke
When the Tyomnian Liberation Army marched on Vysokia, they thought their task - "freeing the Vysokians from the chains of law and oppression" - would be simple...but one soldier discovers that the world outside Tyomnia is wider than it appears.
I'm back from camp, did ya miss me?
A Camp Song Newsies Style:
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
Newsie
I have a newsie boy
He is my pride and joy
He knows everything from headlines on down,
Someday I'll be his wife
We'll have a newsie life
Oh how I love my newsie boooooy. Woo
We are the newsie goils
We wear hair in caps
We wear pants instead of skirts
We wear our button up shirts
We are the biggest flirts
Oh how we love our newsie boooooys. Woo
Sorry ok I just had to do that. On to the story!
Chapter 12
"A dress?" Dag said horrified at Jamie as they stood before his house.
"Yes, a dress."
"How 'bout you weah de dress and I weah de tux,"
"No, you need to wear the dress," Jamie replied. "Can you use proper speech in front of my mother?"
"Fine," Dag grumbled. Jamie opened the door and called in.
"Mother I'm home,"
"James, good do you have a nice young girl to bring to the dance tonight yet?" A sweet womanly voice called from another room.
"Um, yes Mother," Jamie replied unsurely.
"She's adorable," awed a middle aged women running into the run.
"Thank- you," Dag had to remember to add the 'you'.
Jamie's mother was small and gorgeous. Her very being radiated kindness and charity. Dag honestly wondered how someone as irritating like Jamie could have been related to this kind and gentle woman.
"She's absolutely darling. I see why that young man kidnapped you know." Her second comment was directed towards Dag. Dag looked over at Jamie; he shot back a look of warning. Dag gave a weak smile back for the compliment.
"You're not going to wear that to the party are you?" She said it in such a way that it was merely a question and not snobby at all.
"Well-"
"No she wasn't," Jamie answered before Dag could get past 'well'.
"I have a beautiful blue and silver one that would just be darling on you," The older woman grabbed her hand. "This way, I'll have one of the maids adjust it to your size."
Dag gave Jamie one last glare before being dragged upstairs to be fitted into the dress.
~~~~****~~~~~****~~~~
Dag stepped into a grand hall on Jamie's arm. She plastered on a fake smile, and tried to make her hold on Jamie's arm more realistic. The party had already started and the music playing. Several couples were already dancing.
"Why don't you two go dance," Mrs. Warren said giving Jamie a push in the right direction.
Dag scowled and Jamie led her over to the other dancing couples. The two of them started with a slow waltz. Jamie could dance well and Dag had forgotten how much she had loved dancing. Her thoughts turned to Spot and how he liked a little more crud kind of fun; like poker, or swimming next to the dock. Dag remembered that she was getting revenge here. Dag smiled. Jamie laughed.
"What?" Dag asked, she didn't like being laughed at by someone like Jamie.
"You're having a good time is all, I know you would." Dag blushed.
Maybe Jamie wasn't so bad after all. That is why she had agreed to let him come to Brooklyn along with her. Not to mention that she could be his 'goil' with out her father disowning her. Not that she would mind if her Father were to disown her or anything. Spot would be a great guy to be with. No wait, not Spot; Jaime. She was mad at Jamie. No she wasn't mad at Jamie; she was mad at Spot.
Dag sighed and decided to stop thinking and just have a good time, but she wasn't sure if it would be a good time without Spot. No wait she was mad at Spot. This was revenge.
"Are you alright?" Jamie asked noticing how Dag's smile had dropped.
"Yeah I'm fine, just thinking," She replied casually.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothin'," Dag replied sharply.
"Alright,"
"May I cut in?" asked another boy stopping them.
"Sure," Dag replied even though she could tell Jamie didn't want him to. The boy looked to Jamie, he nodded.
Dag danced with several boys before stopping to go look for Jamie. She found him off to one side. She was about to approach him when she was interrupted by her father.
"Kathryn," he said stepping in front of her. "I never expected to see you come by your on free will."
"Me never," Dag responded.
"I'd like you to meet Mr. Morrill," Dag's father said motioning to the man next to him. The man's chocolate colored hair and brown eyes seemed familiar but Dag couldn't place from where.
"Have we met?" Dag asked still studying the man.
"His daughter goes to the school that you went to before it brunt down he was wondering if you could tell him if she survived or not." Dag's father explained.
"Morrill, the name sounds familiah, but I can't remember from where. What was her foist name?"
"Alexandra," Mr. Morrill replied.
"Oh!" Dag exclaimed as she remembered. "Yeh Why's Father,"
"Why?" Mr. Morrill asked.
"Yeah Why, it's 'cause she says 'why' so much,"
"Do you know where she is?" The man seemed honestly concerned about his daughter. Dag was almost jealous of Why for a moment.
"Yeah, she's in Brooklyn, friend of mine is watching out for her,"
"I'm here to take her home then," Mr. Morrill announced excitedly. "Where in Brooklyn?"
"I'll take you to her but it's up to her if she wants to go home." Dag replied.
"Thank you............Emily," drifts to Dag's ears from the other side of the room.
Dag turns her head to see Jamie and Emily talking to each other not far from where Dag was.
"Excuse me," Dag said leaving her father and Mr. Morrill.
"Good work, I was told that Dag isn't even speaking to Spot," Jamie said to Emily as Dag walked up.
"Hello," Dag said butting right into their conversation.
"Hello Kathryn," Jamie said clearly hoping she hadn't heard the beginning of their conversation.
"Don't mind me you can continue your pervious conversation," Dag said crudely.
"So have decided whether you are going to stay in New York or go back to Vermont yet?" Jamie asked turning to Emily.
"I'm thinking of staying here with my aunt actually," Emily replied sneering as if it should irritate Dag.
"Not that conversation the other one," Dag hissed.
"You heard?"
"Oh yeah, so this was a plot to get me mad at Spot?"
"No," Jamie lied.
"Liar," Dag barked tempted to pull out her dagger.
"It wasn't like that at all," Jamie said backing up a little.
"Oh yes it was, you was on a mission to split me and Spot up wasn't ya?" Dag was advancing on him fists clenched.
"No,"
"You just wait Jamie, I'm not gonna soak ya now, but when I do you is going ta regret you messed wid me." Dag hissed turning her back to him and marching towards the door.
"Kathryn where are you going," her father hissed getting in her way.
"It doesn't matter ta ya," Dag said going around him.
No one stopped her the rest of the way to the door. Once outside she was running to Brooklyn mind you she stopped to pick up her clothes from Jamie's porch. She didn't have time to change though. She had to get back to Brooklyn.
