Oh thank you thank you THANK YOU!!! It's that time again-Shoutouts!!
Sapphy- I can always count on you to review!! Don't worry, she
actually doesn't "sell more per se " than our boys.he he he, you'll
have to read to find out what my yakking means!!
PButtercup- I hope you'll like it too!!
Authors Note!!
I am trying not to make it TOO Mary-Sue, but it's hard!! I do have a
new story that is NOT Mary Sue AT ALL!!! It's in the making though,
and it's much more serious than my stories now.
ON WITH THE SHOW!!!
Hannah woke early the next morning. When she rubbed her eyes, she remembered the bet she'd made the day before. Quickly she jumped out of bed to get herself ready. She knew that there was no possible way that she could beat those newsies by actually sellin papes. She'd have to resort to what she did best-perform. Well, maybe not perform for money, but with the use of acting and a little bit of beauty, there was no way they could beat her. She had been forced to use her looks to an advantage in the circus- for lots of slimeballs lurked around every corner. She would appear helpless and easy to beat-but in reality strong enough to lift three times her own weight. Strength came with the business.
She quickly dressed in a clean skirt and blouse. Then she proceeded to wash her face and hands. After she had dried her face, she reached into her bag and took out a small jar containing a red powder. She daintily applied a minute amount on to each cheek and rubbed it in to look like a natural flush. She was rather pale in the mornings, and by the time her face got it's color back, the powder will have worn off. She then grabbed a brush out of her bag and brushed her hair to make it smooth. This took awhile because in the mornings her hair was a little frizzy. After she fixed her hair and tied back part of it with a blue ribbon, she looked in the mirror and pronounced herself ready. Hannah then grabbed her hat and fastened it to her head. She hated hats, but it made her appear more lady like and more believable. She climbed out the window and started down the fire escape.
A few minutes later she arrived at the square where the guy Cowboy and her met. She saw a few boys milling about, but not a lot. Just then a big group of boys came walking down the alley. Leading them she saw Ego (her new name for the blue-eyed boy) and Cowboy.
"Ready boys?" Hannah asked as the crowd approached her. Most girls would be timid amongst so many people, but not Hannah. She got a rush being in front of so many people.
"Shoa," Ego said. The black haired Italian boy brought over a stack of newspapers.
"One for you, one for you, and one for you," he said smiling at Hannah. Hannah made herself blush.
"Ok," jack said. "The one who sells da most papes wins all da money we make taday. Lets go!"
They started. Immediately Ego walked off towards Brooklyn where he was evidently from. Cowboy took off towards the main street, but Hannah had other plans. She wandered around until she found what she was looking for. It was called the NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE. There were a bunch of rich looking fellows in sharp suits milling about the area. She new she'd found her place. Hannah took off her hat and began to sell.
"Extra, extra" she called sweetly. "Fire on ship injures passengers!"
Three young men in their 20's or 30's walk up to her and buy a paper each. They tip their hats to her and walk on.
"Thank you sirs" she called after them. The men chuckled. She continued on this way for the first hour. She knew to win however she needed a bigger attraction. She was walking towards an alley when a rough looking man grabbed her. At first she was frightened and prepared to retaliate, but stopped herself and had an idea. She pretended to struggle while her papers were being knocked out of her hand and onto the wet ground. Hannah yelled and called out for help while restraining the man from hurting her. Then five wealthy men come to her rescue by pulling the vagrant off of her.
"Are you alright Miss?" The first chap asked. "Are you hurt?"
Hannah started up a good, fake cry. "I'm fine," she sobbed pretending to try to stifle the tears and wipe her eyes. She tried to stand up but collapsed when she tried to stand on her right leg. It was "hurt".
"Ma'am you are in no condition to be walking home." Another one of the men said. "I insist you allow us to take you home."
"No, no I'll be fine...i...I just need to sit down." She spoke quietly. The three men (two had left) eased her over to a bench inside the alley.
"Thank you, I don't mean to cause any trouble...," she started. Then she started to cry again.
"There, there my dear" the third of the 3 men soothed. "there's no need for such a sweet thing as yourself to cry. Nothing is really hurt, except for those newspapers you were selling." he chuckled.
"What?!" she cried. "Where are my papers?" She looked over to the puddle with a fake look of fright as she saw the remaining papes lying disheveled in the water.
"No" she moaned putting her head in her hands. "No."
"Come on now miss they were just papers, nothing to get upset about. They were worth, what?, a few dollars?" The first man said.
"Yes your correct sir, but, but that was all the money I had," Hannah blubbered. She was now really getting started. "My poor mother is home with my newborn baby sister. She is so weak from childbirth that the doctor is sure she'll die. That's at least what he said yesterday when he left..."
"Why did he leave?" The second man asked.
"We couldn't pay for him any longer. We ran out of money..." she faltered.
"And you bought those papers with the last few dollars you had." The first man said.
"Yes, and now if you'd be so kind, I have to beg your pardon and leave to tend to my mother." Hannah said wiping her tears from her eyes, pretending to try desperately to regain composure.
"I wouldn't think of letting such a poor little lamb be taken advantage of!" the third man said. "I fear as though some of the fault is mine. If I weren't so slow in coming to your aid, maybe some of your papers would have been saved. Here is 50 cents my dear for the papers that I lost for you." The man pulled out a wallet full of money and took out two quarters.
"I share this gentlemen's view and also contribute 50 cents to your cause." The first man said mimicking the previous.
"And I," said the second, doing the same. Then two of the men tipped their hats and excused themselves. It was about noon and Hannah was getting hungry, so she limped of in the direction of Medda's hoping to find a restaurant on the way. Her leg really was starting to hurt. She thought she must have jammed it when she was fake limping. But when she started to walk, the remaining gentleman stopped her and said, "I can't let you walk home in your condition. Please allow me to drive you to your home," he offered. Hannah considered. What would it look like if she rode up to the restaurant by Medda's in a carriage... "Why thank you sir. I would much appreciate it." _____________ "She must be done by now," Jack said as he paced back and forth around the square. "It's nearly noon."
Just then the carriage pulled up and Hannah stepped out. She turned around and thanked the gentleman graciously and waved goodbye. The newsies just stared and wondered what she was doing.
"I'm done,'' said Hannah. "How much ya guys make?"
"Dollar, sold all of me papes," Ego said proudly. Hannah just smiled. "Beat dat Jack."
"I'm afraid I beat you wid a dollar and two cents. A lady gave me extra." Jack boasted.
"Wad you get sweet face?'' asked Ego playfully. "How many of your papes didja sell?"
"Well...I made a dollar and eighty three cents but..." she started.
''What?!" Jack and Ego cried together.
"I said I made a dollar and..."
"We hoid w'at youse said, wese just...surprised, dats all," Ego said.
"Well, hears your money like we promised," Jack said forking over his days pay.
Hannah looked at the money in his hand and thought for a moment.
"No, I can't take your money." she said. "Ya see, I didn't really 'sell' all dose papes persay..."
"Whadya mean?" Ego said intensely.
"Oh I'm hungry! What about you guys?" she said quickly walking towards Tibby's.
"No," jack insisted as he stepped in front of Hannah. "Stunner, is that what you told us to call ya? Well we wanna know what you mean...before we eat."
"Ok, well," Hannah said as she sat down on a nearby bench. "When youse guys were boasting about which one of ya could sell more papes dan de odar, and when you got me inta it, I couldn't help myself. I love a good challenge and I love beating guys...well...guys like you."
"Whadya mean?" Ego asked offended.
"Well maybe your not always dat way," Hannah explained. "But from da first impression, you two seemed like a couple of lousy, rude, conceited and dumb hot-shots. Nothin personal dat is."
"It's ok," Jack said.
"Well I knew I couldn't beat you two at actually selling papes, so I improvised. Yeah I sold for a while, dats where da 33 cents came from."
"What about da oddar dollar and fifty cents, huh?" Ego questioned.
"Well..." she started and then Hannah explained the entire story. From the man grabbing her to the carriage ride back. A few minutes later she finished and looked at the guys for response. What she got she never expected.
"Youse mean you went ta da New York Stock Exchange, and jipped three high- rollers a dollar fifty?" Jack exclaimed.
"Wit out bustin der heads?" Ego continued.
"Yeah...but I feel lousy," Hannah replied.
"Don't," Ego said.
"I tink we need ta talk," Jack said thoughtfully. "Stunner, ya eva consider bein a newsie..." ______________________
Sapphy- I can always count on you to review!! Don't worry, she
actually doesn't "sell more per se " than our boys.he he he, you'll
have to read to find out what my yakking means!!
PButtercup- I hope you'll like it too!!
Authors Note!!
I am trying not to make it TOO Mary-Sue, but it's hard!! I do have a
new story that is NOT Mary Sue AT ALL!!! It's in the making though,
and it's much more serious than my stories now.
ON WITH THE SHOW!!!
Hannah woke early the next morning. When she rubbed her eyes, she remembered the bet she'd made the day before. Quickly she jumped out of bed to get herself ready. She knew that there was no possible way that she could beat those newsies by actually sellin papes. She'd have to resort to what she did best-perform. Well, maybe not perform for money, but with the use of acting and a little bit of beauty, there was no way they could beat her. She had been forced to use her looks to an advantage in the circus- for lots of slimeballs lurked around every corner. She would appear helpless and easy to beat-but in reality strong enough to lift three times her own weight. Strength came with the business.
She quickly dressed in a clean skirt and blouse. Then she proceeded to wash her face and hands. After she had dried her face, she reached into her bag and took out a small jar containing a red powder. She daintily applied a minute amount on to each cheek and rubbed it in to look like a natural flush. She was rather pale in the mornings, and by the time her face got it's color back, the powder will have worn off. She then grabbed a brush out of her bag and brushed her hair to make it smooth. This took awhile because in the mornings her hair was a little frizzy. After she fixed her hair and tied back part of it with a blue ribbon, she looked in the mirror and pronounced herself ready. Hannah then grabbed her hat and fastened it to her head. She hated hats, but it made her appear more lady like and more believable. She climbed out the window and started down the fire escape.
A few minutes later she arrived at the square where the guy Cowboy and her met. She saw a few boys milling about, but not a lot. Just then a big group of boys came walking down the alley. Leading them she saw Ego (her new name for the blue-eyed boy) and Cowboy.
"Ready boys?" Hannah asked as the crowd approached her. Most girls would be timid amongst so many people, but not Hannah. She got a rush being in front of so many people.
"Shoa," Ego said. The black haired Italian boy brought over a stack of newspapers.
"One for you, one for you, and one for you," he said smiling at Hannah. Hannah made herself blush.
"Ok," jack said. "The one who sells da most papes wins all da money we make taday. Lets go!"
They started. Immediately Ego walked off towards Brooklyn where he was evidently from. Cowboy took off towards the main street, but Hannah had other plans. She wandered around until she found what she was looking for. It was called the NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE. There were a bunch of rich looking fellows in sharp suits milling about the area. She new she'd found her place. Hannah took off her hat and began to sell.
"Extra, extra" she called sweetly. "Fire on ship injures passengers!"
Three young men in their 20's or 30's walk up to her and buy a paper each. They tip their hats to her and walk on.
"Thank you sirs" she called after them. The men chuckled. She continued on this way for the first hour. She knew to win however she needed a bigger attraction. She was walking towards an alley when a rough looking man grabbed her. At first she was frightened and prepared to retaliate, but stopped herself and had an idea. She pretended to struggle while her papers were being knocked out of her hand and onto the wet ground. Hannah yelled and called out for help while restraining the man from hurting her. Then five wealthy men come to her rescue by pulling the vagrant off of her.
"Are you alright Miss?" The first chap asked. "Are you hurt?"
Hannah started up a good, fake cry. "I'm fine," she sobbed pretending to try to stifle the tears and wipe her eyes. She tried to stand up but collapsed when she tried to stand on her right leg. It was "hurt".
"Ma'am you are in no condition to be walking home." Another one of the men said. "I insist you allow us to take you home."
"No, no I'll be fine...i...I just need to sit down." She spoke quietly. The three men (two had left) eased her over to a bench inside the alley.
"Thank you, I don't mean to cause any trouble...," she started. Then she started to cry again.
"There, there my dear" the third of the 3 men soothed. "there's no need for such a sweet thing as yourself to cry. Nothing is really hurt, except for those newspapers you were selling." he chuckled.
"What?!" she cried. "Where are my papers?" She looked over to the puddle with a fake look of fright as she saw the remaining papes lying disheveled in the water.
"No" she moaned putting her head in her hands. "No."
"Come on now miss they were just papers, nothing to get upset about. They were worth, what?, a few dollars?" The first man said.
"Yes your correct sir, but, but that was all the money I had," Hannah blubbered. She was now really getting started. "My poor mother is home with my newborn baby sister. She is so weak from childbirth that the doctor is sure she'll die. That's at least what he said yesterday when he left..."
"Why did he leave?" The second man asked.
"We couldn't pay for him any longer. We ran out of money..." she faltered.
"And you bought those papers with the last few dollars you had." The first man said.
"Yes, and now if you'd be so kind, I have to beg your pardon and leave to tend to my mother." Hannah said wiping her tears from her eyes, pretending to try desperately to regain composure.
"I wouldn't think of letting such a poor little lamb be taken advantage of!" the third man said. "I fear as though some of the fault is mine. If I weren't so slow in coming to your aid, maybe some of your papers would have been saved. Here is 50 cents my dear for the papers that I lost for you." The man pulled out a wallet full of money and took out two quarters.
"I share this gentlemen's view and also contribute 50 cents to your cause." The first man said mimicking the previous.
"And I," said the second, doing the same. Then two of the men tipped their hats and excused themselves. It was about noon and Hannah was getting hungry, so she limped of in the direction of Medda's hoping to find a restaurant on the way. Her leg really was starting to hurt. She thought she must have jammed it when she was fake limping. But when she started to walk, the remaining gentleman stopped her and said, "I can't let you walk home in your condition. Please allow me to drive you to your home," he offered. Hannah considered. What would it look like if she rode up to the restaurant by Medda's in a carriage... "Why thank you sir. I would much appreciate it." _____________ "She must be done by now," Jack said as he paced back and forth around the square. "It's nearly noon."
Just then the carriage pulled up and Hannah stepped out. She turned around and thanked the gentleman graciously and waved goodbye. The newsies just stared and wondered what she was doing.
"I'm done,'' said Hannah. "How much ya guys make?"
"Dollar, sold all of me papes," Ego said proudly. Hannah just smiled. "Beat dat Jack."
"I'm afraid I beat you wid a dollar and two cents. A lady gave me extra." Jack boasted.
"Wad you get sweet face?'' asked Ego playfully. "How many of your papes didja sell?"
"Well...I made a dollar and eighty three cents but..." she started.
''What?!" Jack and Ego cried together.
"I said I made a dollar and..."
"We hoid w'at youse said, wese just...surprised, dats all," Ego said.
"Well, hears your money like we promised," Jack said forking over his days pay.
Hannah looked at the money in his hand and thought for a moment.
"No, I can't take your money." she said. "Ya see, I didn't really 'sell' all dose papes persay..."
"Whadya mean?" Ego said intensely.
"Oh I'm hungry! What about you guys?" she said quickly walking towards Tibby's.
"No," jack insisted as he stepped in front of Hannah. "Stunner, is that what you told us to call ya? Well we wanna know what you mean...before we eat."
"Ok, well," Hannah said as she sat down on a nearby bench. "When youse guys were boasting about which one of ya could sell more papes dan de odar, and when you got me inta it, I couldn't help myself. I love a good challenge and I love beating guys...well...guys like you."
"Whadya mean?" Ego asked offended.
"Well maybe your not always dat way," Hannah explained. "But from da first impression, you two seemed like a couple of lousy, rude, conceited and dumb hot-shots. Nothin personal dat is."
"It's ok," Jack said.
"Well I knew I couldn't beat you two at actually selling papes, so I improvised. Yeah I sold for a while, dats where da 33 cents came from."
"What about da oddar dollar and fifty cents, huh?" Ego questioned.
"Well..." she started and then Hannah explained the entire story. From the man grabbing her to the carriage ride back. A few minutes later she finished and looked at the guys for response. What she got she never expected.
"Youse mean you went ta da New York Stock Exchange, and jipped three high- rollers a dollar fifty?" Jack exclaimed.
"Wit out bustin der heads?" Ego continued.
"Yeah...but I feel lousy," Hannah replied.
"Don't," Ego said.
"I tink we need ta talk," Jack said thoughtfully. "Stunner, ya eva consider bein a newsie..." ______________________