Reading the Truth 2

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I ran to him and grabbed the journal out of his hands and slapped him right in the face.

"Hey!" He put his hand up to his face and followed me to my bed. "Wese need ta talk bout what youse wrote."

"No wese don't!" I put the journal in my pillowcase and laid on it. I pulled my blanket over me. I closed my eyes and couldn't fall asleep.

"Wese need ta talk bout youse wrtiing bout me!" I sat up.

"No Ise don't." I yelled. "ITs called a journal. So I can write me thoughts in it and can be read by me! Not you!" I layed back down and felt so mad. I felt Spot's hand on mine but I smacked it away. "Goodnight." I said coldly and fell asleep.

"Journey, wake up."

"Nooooo." I said as I turned around in my bed.

"Gotta get up and sell papes." He started to shake me.

"Not going to happen Spot."

"Come on, youse worse den Jackey boy."

"And lets keep it dat way." Spot kept shaking me.

"Get up now!" I ignored him. Thats when I felt myself hit the floor. "Now are youse getting up?"

"Nope." I made myself into a comfortable position.

"Why aint youse waking up?"

"Because I'm tired."

"Youse useless."

"Here dis will woik." Race said as he pured a bowl of cold water on me. I didn't budge. "Is she alive?" He said kicking my foot.

"I'm alive, now leave me alone!"

"Ise giving youse one more chance to wake up." Spot said. I turned over so that my face was off of the floor.

"Ooo i'm scared. I'm shivering!" I said sarcastically.

"Okay youse asked for it." I soon felt something hit my boob. I sat up right away.

"Owww! Dat was me boob!" I opened my eyes to see Spot holding his sling shot. "Youse asshole!" I stood up and walked over to the washroom still holding my chest. All the guys were laughing at me. I just looked at them and said, "Yeah you'll laugh now but wait til Ise kick youse all in da balls!" Everyone quieted. "Yeah dats what Ise tought." I looked in the mirror and pulled my shirt down enough to see where Spot had hit me. I saw a big red spot on my left boob and it was already changing colors.

"Youse okay?" Spot said as he walked over to me. "Not bad at all!" He said as he saw my mark. I turned to hit him and punched him in the stomach. He grabbed his stomach and grabbed my hand so I couldn't walk away. He soon caught his breath. He looked at me and asked, "What was dat fer?"

"Youse slinging dat marble at me boob! Just be glad dat Ise didn't get youse in da balls." He gave me a smirk. He walked away and let me get ready. As soon as I was done I grabbed my journal and ran out the door to catch up with the other guys. I finally arrived at the distribution center and saw most of the newsies in line. I sat on a crate by the ramp leading towards Mr. Wiesel.

"This is fer Woild employees only." I looked up at Oscar.

"Yeah."

"yeah, so if youse aint buying papes den get yer ass out of here."

"And what happens if Ise don't?"

"I'll soak you."

"Yeah?"

"yeah."

"Youse and what army?"

"Me and me brudda."

"What an army."

"Youse better watch it or I'll-"

"ise know, or youse will soak me."

"Dats right sweetface, so leave!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Oscar, youse better give up, she'll win." I looked over at Jacks face.

"Dis aint over goil."

"Obviously it is." He gave me a glare and left. "Hows it rolling?"

"Good youse?"

"Fine. Got a bruise on me boob but I'm fine."

"Spot got youse hard huh?"

"Hell ya and he read me journal! What kind of friend does dat?"

"DOn't be mad, he's Spot."

"Yeah don't I know it!"

"Hey! I hoird dat!" Spot's voice rose above all the others. Even though i couldn't see him I screamed,

"Good!" I walked out of the distribution center and sat on a bench in Central Park. I decided not to sell. I opened my journal and started to write.