A/N yes the newsies are giving her the silent treatment. Just to clarify it
is a her but she is disguised as a guy but it isn't one of those 'her long
flowing auburn hair was exposed from under her newsie hat.' It's done
properly (I hope) so her hair is cut short and well just re-read chp 2 at
the very beginning.
Sli
I awoke to Kloppman's yelling at the boys. My body protested against my mind's urges to get up.
"Come on boy," Kloppman shouted at me. I rolled out of bed and landed on the dusty wooden floor. I felt a sharp kick in my side, and looked around for the culprit. None of the boys met my eyes and I groaned, this was going to be hell.
"Fifty papes," I said to the over-weight man behind the bars. They were cruelly shoved towards me, I began to walk down then steps and was shoved once more. Turning around I saw all of the newsies look the other way. I counted to ten and continued on my way.
Central Park was swarming with people. I began to sell my papers to the people passing by. I plunked down on a bench, about half of my papers had been sold. Stupid newsies, stupid, New York, Stupid human race, stupid dead people, I angrily thought to myself. Standing up I kicked a stone that I had been moving with my foot. It went flying towards a passing girl, shit, "Watch out!"
The girl turned abruptly towards me and ducked, the stone flew over her head. "Sorry about that!"
The girl gave a slight glare, "What in hell?" I mumbled something inaudibly, "Uh, I didn't see you there."
"You missed this," the girl angrily gestured towards herself.
I scowled at her, "There's not much there," I made a gesture towards my chest, "anyway!"
"Bastard!"
"Bitch!" The girl stormed towards me and gave me a sharp push, "What was that for?"
"You kicked a rock at me dumb ass," she retorted."
"I didn't think ladies talked that way," I stressed the word ladies.
"Ladies?" The girl asked confused, "What in hell is a lady?"
"A person defined by the skirts you're wearing." The girl turned a furious shade of red, "You little ass," she pushed me back, "What is going on in that screwed," another push, "up," another push, "head of yours?" She pushed me once more for good measure.
"Aw, fuck this girl what's you're name?"
"Sweets, and does the twit have a name as well?"
I laughed at her comment. "What," she cried indignantly. I just continued to laugh as she continued to pester me for understanding. Finally I responded to her, "I can't believe you called me a twit!"
"Well, get over it."
I started to sell my papers again. "Do you want some help?" I stared at the girl, "What?"
"I asked if you wanted any help."
"Oh right, well why not?" She grabbed some of my papers. We were done selling and Fingers began to walk away, "Where are you going?"
"Brooklyn, want to come?" I thought for a minute, "Nah, I've got other engagements," she shrugged and walked away.
I raced up John's steps and banged on his door. He opened it, "Well, I didn't expect to see you again."
"Can I come in?"
"Actually I was on my way out, care to come to the shop with me?"
"Alright," I followed John down the stairs and out into the street, he led the way to a small bookstore. He pushed open the door and turned the closed sign over so it read open.
"So kid, why did you come back?"
"I had nothing better to do."
A smile twitched over him, "I feel loved by ya kid!" He situated himself behind a worn counter and I leaned on it, "John have you ever seen a play?"
"Sure, why do you ask?"
"What play?"
"Ah I dunno, something about this girl and her controlling brother and what not." Words choked in my throat, "Was it good?"
"Yeah, it was real good, a little morbid though."
"We all told Gary that." John looked up from the books he was sorting, "Who's Gary?" I stepped backwards a little ways, and turned towards the mystery section, "Just some man I use to know."
FLASHBACK
The police swarmed the building staring at the charred bodies, "If it had kept going the bodies would be gone, we would have never found the bullet holes," said one man talking to the chief.
"Murder?"
The man nodded, "It's the only logical solution."
"But who?"
"My bet goes towards the actress, I think she was the sister of one of these boys."
The chief stroked his moustache, "Has anyone seen her?"
"I have," A tall man stepped out of the shadows, "She left when the fire started, she was still alive."
The police man glared, "Who are you?"
The tall man stuck out his hand, "Richard Peck, I sponsored their play company, such a shame." The police officer shook his hand, "A shame indeed."
END FLASHBACK
A/N whoo hoo I posted go me! Now review and I'll be quicker! Sli
I awoke to Kloppman's yelling at the boys. My body protested against my mind's urges to get up.
"Come on boy," Kloppman shouted at me. I rolled out of bed and landed on the dusty wooden floor. I felt a sharp kick in my side, and looked around for the culprit. None of the boys met my eyes and I groaned, this was going to be hell.
"Fifty papes," I said to the over-weight man behind the bars. They were cruelly shoved towards me, I began to walk down then steps and was shoved once more. Turning around I saw all of the newsies look the other way. I counted to ten and continued on my way.
Central Park was swarming with people. I began to sell my papers to the people passing by. I plunked down on a bench, about half of my papers had been sold. Stupid newsies, stupid, New York, Stupid human race, stupid dead people, I angrily thought to myself. Standing up I kicked a stone that I had been moving with my foot. It went flying towards a passing girl, shit, "Watch out!"
The girl turned abruptly towards me and ducked, the stone flew over her head. "Sorry about that!"
The girl gave a slight glare, "What in hell?" I mumbled something inaudibly, "Uh, I didn't see you there."
"You missed this," the girl angrily gestured towards herself.
I scowled at her, "There's not much there," I made a gesture towards my chest, "anyway!"
"Bastard!"
"Bitch!" The girl stormed towards me and gave me a sharp push, "What was that for?"
"You kicked a rock at me dumb ass," she retorted."
"I didn't think ladies talked that way," I stressed the word ladies.
"Ladies?" The girl asked confused, "What in hell is a lady?"
"A person defined by the skirts you're wearing." The girl turned a furious shade of red, "You little ass," she pushed me back, "What is going on in that screwed," another push, "up," another push, "head of yours?" She pushed me once more for good measure.
"Aw, fuck this girl what's you're name?"
"Sweets, and does the twit have a name as well?"
I laughed at her comment. "What," she cried indignantly. I just continued to laugh as she continued to pester me for understanding. Finally I responded to her, "I can't believe you called me a twit!"
"Well, get over it."
I started to sell my papers again. "Do you want some help?" I stared at the girl, "What?"
"I asked if you wanted any help."
"Oh right, well why not?" She grabbed some of my papers. We were done selling and Fingers began to walk away, "Where are you going?"
"Brooklyn, want to come?" I thought for a minute, "Nah, I've got other engagements," she shrugged and walked away.
I raced up John's steps and banged on his door. He opened it, "Well, I didn't expect to see you again."
"Can I come in?"
"Actually I was on my way out, care to come to the shop with me?"
"Alright," I followed John down the stairs and out into the street, he led the way to a small bookstore. He pushed open the door and turned the closed sign over so it read open.
"So kid, why did you come back?"
"I had nothing better to do."
A smile twitched over him, "I feel loved by ya kid!" He situated himself behind a worn counter and I leaned on it, "John have you ever seen a play?"
"Sure, why do you ask?"
"What play?"
"Ah I dunno, something about this girl and her controlling brother and what not." Words choked in my throat, "Was it good?"
"Yeah, it was real good, a little morbid though."
"We all told Gary that." John looked up from the books he was sorting, "Who's Gary?" I stepped backwards a little ways, and turned towards the mystery section, "Just some man I use to know."
FLASHBACK
The police swarmed the building staring at the charred bodies, "If it had kept going the bodies would be gone, we would have never found the bullet holes," said one man talking to the chief.
"Murder?"
The man nodded, "It's the only logical solution."
"But who?"
"My bet goes towards the actress, I think she was the sister of one of these boys."
The chief stroked his moustache, "Has anyone seen her?"
"I have," A tall man stepped out of the shadows, "She left when the fire started, she was still alive."
The police man glared, "Who are you?"
The tall man stuck out his hand, "Richard Peck, I sponsored their play company, such a shame." The police officer shook his hand, "A shame indeed."
END FLASHBACK
A/N whoo hoo I posted go me! Now review and I'll be quicker! Sli