A/N I'll try to slow it down.
Crunch: Thank you so much, and here's an update.
Asp: Very right you were, and I'm really glad you drew that to my attention. I had the flashback in italics earlier, which I've never used before and it didn't show up. I hope you'll continue reading and that it will be clearer now. Thanks again!
BitterSweet: I'm glad that you like it, and I hope I made it less confusing.
Spark: Have fun being sedated!
Sprite: How is it, how is it?? ROAD TRIP!!! Thanks byya!
Fire: Remember the stalker threat??
Fingers: Just read the e-mail
And now the story after all my painful notes:
It was four in the morning, and I had just finished a bath. I towel dried my hair, it was cropped boyishly short. I stepped into one of the stalls to finish getting ready. I re-wrapped my small breasts and stepped out of the stall. I pulled the shirt over my head and tucked it into my pants. I then pulled a vest on and let my suspenders hang down. Walking out of the bathroom I laid back down on my bunk. I stayed there for about five minutes, then I got up again. I was antsy.
FLASHBACK
A/N there was a flashback in the last chp, but I don't think it was very clear, I hope this helps.
"What's going on here?" I frowned, "Matt, it's nothing just forget it." Matthew frowned, the crowd was getting restless, grabbing my hand he led me onto the stage, "So this is the jest you play me with?"
"This is no jest Sir, it is the truth," I crossed by him whispering in his ear, "Forget it, just act."
"The truth? That in itself is a lie." I frowned, that wasn't in the script, "Lie, it is no lie. I would never pass false words through these lips."
"Those lips, the lips that have kissed so many other men?"
"These are virgin lips, as you should well know."
"I don't know, lady you have closed yourself off from me."
"I have been forced into this locked box, you should know because you hold the key."
"Well, have your key than lady, I am through with you." Matthew stormed off the stage, and I exited in the opposite direction.
END FLASHBACK
I heard Kloppman coming up the stairs, mumbling to himself. I got out of bed and walked around, I was pacing as he entered the door, "Couldn't sleep?" I shook my head. He nodded and began to wake up the other boys. I stood and watched not sure what actions to take. Kloppman turned back to me, "If you want you can wait for them downstairs." I made no reply but hurried down the wooden steps.
The boys charged down the stairs as if being chased by rabid bulls. They barely took notice of me and I followed them down to the Distribution Office. I waited in line contemplating how many papes I should buy. I counted the little money I had, it was about twenty cents, and I bought all the papers I could with it. Most of the newsies had dispersed, so I headed towards Central park alone.
I saw Blink selling with a boy I think went by the name Mush. They didn't notice me, and I was trying to keep to myself as much as possible. Still, what were the odds that everyone I had ever done anything to was looking for me at the same time, about one in a million? Right, one in a million. Yet, Gary's band would be after me, minus Gary of course, and Matthew, well some one would get revenge for him. Then I thought of the police, but easily dismissed them, they probably had better things on their minds. So, buy process of elimination, I had less to worry about all ready. But I had already broken one of the most important things on my list. I didn't know where my enemies were. Or, who they were, or even what they were planning. Hell, I barley even knew how to sell papers.
"Rabid dogs loose in the city. Killed five already," A few bought, but that wasn't very good. I remembered Race's improving the truth, but I found out it was easier not too. The only problem was it sold fewer papers. I glanced at the article, 'Mayor's dog is loose.'
"Mayor is killed by his own dog," I screamed. That certainly gained attention, and a few more papers were sold. The day's minutes rolled by in such a fashion, until I had about five papers left. I decided to leave Central Park, and sell them on my way to lunch, wherever I would eat. I thought about going to the restaurant I went to yesterday, but decided against it. I wasn't supposed to make friends, I sternly told myself.
An arm was slung around my shoulder, "Heya Slider, where you headed?"
"Lunch."
"Are you going to Tibby's?"
"Well, I was actually thinking of going somewhere else, but you go ahead."
"I think not! You're coming to Tibby's with me, besides all true newsies eat there, not to mention we get a discount. I'm Skittery by the way."
"I've never met you."
"Jack notified us all about you, so how's the selling?" he glanced down at the three remaining paper in my hands.
"Not too bad," I responded. I proceeded to sell one to a passing gentleman. Skittery grabbed my remaining papes, and quickly sold them, handing me the change, "Come on, let's eat." I reluctantly walked into the small diner.
Newsies were everywhere, more than last time. I had a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach that made me want to throw up. Skittery gave me a quizzical glance and sat down at a table. I turned around to exit the store, but Jack walked in, "Where are you going? The afternoon addition isn't selling yet you know." I stepped away from him, and sat down at a table, he proceeded to sit across from me.
"So, how was you're selling?" I shrugged, "That good huh?" I shrugged again. "You know talking wouldn't kill you."
Suddenly I felt very angry with him. I stood up and pressed my hands flat on the wooden table, "Yes it could."
I slammed the door of Tibby's behind me and stomped through the streets of New York. Kicking a stone in front of me I cursed myself. I lost my cool far too easily. Jack knew something was going on. I sat down next to some beggar and smiled at him, "Heya."
The man stared at me. An eerie look in his eyes, "Do you have any money?"
I shook my head, knowing I was lying to him. The man sighed, "Neither do I, at least not on me." We sat there for a while. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I didn't care, "What's you're name?"
"John, what about you." I decided to tell him my newsie name, "Slider."
"You know I'm not really a beggar."
I stared at him, if he wasn't a beggar then what was he doing here. I proceeded to voice this comment. He laughed, "I have the day off from my job. I'm a store clerk. I felt like doing this today."
"You just felt like being a beggar?"
"Yep, my boss' niece was in town and she decided to help him out in the store today, so he didn't need me."
He stood up brushing he pants off. I stood up next to him, "So," I trailed off.
"You want to come to my apartment, I'll make us coffee, or tea, or beer."
"Why are you inviting me?" John laughed then became somber, "I act like a beggar a lot because I find it an interesting way to judge man kind. Well, in all the time I've done it you've been the first one to talk to me, and not give me money. I think that's reason enough to invite you over." Grinning I agreed and we headed to his apartment building.
A/N Well? Is this better, dramatic irony eh? (that's the right one, right?) please review! I don't mind flames, or critiquing, if it's a fair statement. I know Skitts is occ, at least at the moment, and I'm sry, but that's just how it is right now.
Crunch: Thank you so much, and here's an update.
Asp: Very right you were, and I'm really glad you drew that to my attention. I had the flashback in italics earlier, which I've never used before and it didn't show up. I hope you'll continue reading and that it will be clearer now. Thanks again!
BitterSweet: I'm glad that you like it, and I hope I made it less confusing.
Spark: Have fun being sedated!
Sprite: How is it, how is it?? ROAD TRIP!!! Thanks byya!
Fire: Remember the stalker threat??
Fingers: Just read the e-mail
And now the story after all my painful notes:
It was four in the morning, and I had just finished a bath. I towel dried my hair, it was cropped boyishly short. I stepped into one of the stalls to finish getting ready. I re-wrapped my small breasts and stepped out of the stall. I pulled the shirt over my head and tucked it into my pants. I then pulled a vest on and let my suspenders hang down. Walking out of the bathroom I laid back down on my bunk. I stayed there for about five minutes, then I got up again. I was antsy.
FLASHBACK
A/N there was a flashback in the last chp, but I don't think it was very clear, I hope this helps.
"What's going on here?" I frowned, "Matt, it's nothing just forget it." Matthew frowned, the crowd was getting restless, grabbing my hand he led me onto the stage, "So this is the jest you play me with?"
"This is no jest Sir, it is the truth," I crossed by him whispering in his ear, "Forget it, just act."
"The truth? That in itself is a lie." I frowned, that wasn't in the script, "Lie, it is no lie. I would never pass false words through these lips."
"Those lips, the lips that have kissed so many other men?"
"These are virgin lips, as you should well know."
"I don't know, lady you have closed yourself off from me."
"I have been forced into this locked box, you should know because you hold the key."
"Well, have your key than lady, I am through with you." Matthew stormed off the stage, and I exited in the opposite direction.
END FLASHBACK
I heard Kloppman coming up the stairs, mumbling to himself. I got out of bed and walked around, I was pacing as he entered the door, "Couldn't sleep?" I shook my head. He nodded and began to wake up the other boys. I stood and watched not sure what actions to take. Kloppman turned back to me, "If you want you can wait for them downstairs." I made no reply but hurried down the wooden steps.
The boys charged down the stairs as if being chased by rabid bulls. They barely took notice of me and I followed them down to the Distribution Office. I waited in line contemplating how many papes I should buy. I counted the little money I had, it was about twenty cents, and I bought all the papers I could with it. Most of the newsies had dispersed, so I headed towards Central park alone.
I saw Blink selling with a boy I think went by the name Mush. They didn't notice me, and I was trying to keep to myself as much as possible. Still, what were the odds that everyone I had ever done anything to was looking for me at the same time, about one in a million? Right, one in a million. Yet, Gary's band would be after me, minus Gary of course, and Matthew, well some one would get revenge for him. Then I thought of the police, but easily dismissed them, they probably had better things on their minds. So, buy process of elimination, I had less to worry about all ready. But I had already broken one of the most important things on my list. I didn't know where my enemies were. Or, who they were, or even what they were planning. Hell, I barley even knew how to sell papers.
"Rabid dogs loose in the city. Killed five already," A few bought, but that wasn't very good. I remembered Race's improving the truth, but I found out it was easier not too. The only problem was it sold fewer papers. I glanced at the article, 'Mayor's dog is loose.'
"Mayor is killed by his own dog," I screamed. That certainly gained attention, and a few more papers were sold. The day's minutes rolled by in such a fashion, until I had about five papers left. I decided to leave Central Park, and sell them on my way to lunch, wherever I would eat. I thought about going to the restaurant I went to yesterday, but decided against it. I wasn't supposed to make friends, I sternly told myself.
An arm was slung around my shoulder, "Heya Slider, where you headed?"
"Lunch."
"Are you going to Tibby's?"
"Well, I was actually thinking of going somewhere else, but you go ahead."
"I think not! You're coming to Tibby's with me, besides all true newsies eat there, not to mention we get a discount. I'm Skittery by the way."
"I've never met you."
"Jack notified us all about you, so how's the selling?" he glanced down at the three remaining paper in my hands.
"Not too bad," I responded. I proceeded to sell one to a passing gentleman. Skittery grabbed my remaining papes, and quickly sold them, handing me the change, "Come on, let's eat." I reluctantly walked into the small diner.
Newsies were everywhere, more than last time. I had a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach that made me want to throw up. Skittery gave me a quizzical glance and sat down at a table. I turned around to exit the store, but Jack walked in, "Where are you going? The afternoon addition isn't selling yet you know." I stepped away from him, and sat down at a table, he proceeded to sit across from me.
"So, how was you're selling?" I shrugged, "That good huh?" I shrugged again. "You know talking wouldn't kill you."
Suddenly I felt very angry with him. I stood up and pressed my hands flat on the wooden table, "Yes it could."
I slammed the door of Tibby's behind me and stomped through the streets of New York. Kicking a stone in front of me I cursed myself. I lost my cool far too easily. Jack knew something was going on. I sat down next to some beggar and smiled at him, "Heya."
The man stared at me. An eerie look in his eyes, "Do you have any money?"
I shook my head, knowing I was lying to him. The man sighed, "Neither do I, at least not on me." We sat there for a while. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I didn't care, "What's you're name?"
"John, what about you." I decided to tell him my newsie name, "Slider."
"You know I'm not really a beggar."
I stared at him, if he wasn't a beggar then what was he doing here. I proceeded to voice this comment. He laughed, "I have the day off from my job. I'm a store clerk. I felt like doing this today."
"You just felt like being a beggar?"
"Yep, my boss' niece was in town and she decided to help him out in the store today, so he didn't need me."
He stood up brushing he pants off. I stood up next to him, "So," I trailed off.
"You want to come to my apartment, I'll make us coffee, or tea, or beer."
"Why are you inviting me?" John laughed then became somber, "I act like a beggar a lot because I find it an interesting way to judge man kind. Well, in all the time I've done it you've been the first one to talk to me, and not give me money. I think that's reason enough to invite you over." Grinning I agreed and we headed to his apartment building.
A/N Well? Is this better, dramatic irony eh? (that's the right one, right?) please review! I don't mind flames, or critiquing, if it's a fair statement. I know Skitts is occ, at least at the moment, and I'm sry, but that's just how it is right now.