**I'm back! Yes it's me! I'd like to thank all of my loyal reviewers and a
special thanks to Dewey and Spatz for faithfully reviewing every chapter!
LOVE YA DEWEY!! LOVE YA SPATZ!! Anywho, I'm home alone again with nothing
to do, so here comes chapter four!**
Chapter Four
Spot had just bought his papers for the day and was reading through them. It was spring and the selling had been good. On the front page, there was a story about a rookie racehorse who was making it big time. It was Black Sand.
"Dat's da t'ird time dis mont'," Shiner said, looking at his own papers, "Did ya really meet da horse Spot?"
"Sure did Shinah," Spot replied, "I dunno a lot about horses, but dat horse is really sometin'." Spot folded his paper and headed down the street, shouting, "Miracle horse does it again! Black Sand wins anudda race! Extra! Extra!" The other Newsies followed suit and began to sell their papers.
A few hours later, Spot walked down to the docks after selling his one hundred papers. As he reached the docks, he noticed a large crowd of Brooklyn Newsies, all laughing and shouting. He tapped one of them on the shoulder and they turned around.
"Hey Tricks," he asked, "Whatsa madda heah?"
Tricks laughed and answered, "Dere's a Newsie heah who tinks he can soak us!"
Spot shoved his way through the crowd of Newsies until he could get a clear view of the opposing Newsie. He was rather scrawny for a boy and was alone. There was a large bruise on his left cheek and Spot assumed one of the Brooklyn Newsies had showed him what was what.
"Hey!" Spot shouted above the crowd, "Shut yer yaps!" The crowd of Brooklyn Newsies grew silent almost immediately. Spot turned to the intruder again. "Listen heah Newsie, I don't know who ya are, but ya don't belong heah."
"I told ya before Spot," the Newsie answered, "I ain't a Newsie, I'm a stable rat. Rememba?"
Spot stared at the intruder, stunned. He reached up and snatched the cabbie hat right of the intruder's head. Elizabeth glared back at him and grabbed her hat back, shoving it back down on her head. The crowd began to murmur and someone shouted, "What's goin' on Spot? Who is dis?"
Spot ignored them. "What are ya doin' heah?" he asked, "Dis is my territory."
"You're too nosey," she answered, "I don't gotta tell you notin'. Besides da fact dat ya can't mind yer own business, you and your buddy Race almost got me fired! Mista Ramsay found out dat you'd been in Blacky's stall. Luckily, he couldn't spare me, so he just beat me instead. (A/N- hence the bruise) No tanks ta you a course."
"Ay! Don't go blamin' yer lousy luck on me an' Race! You're da one who takes dat kinda crap from him!"
She started to say something, but Spot was sick of listening and interrupted her by shoving her backwards onto a pile of crates. "If ya eva threaten my Newsies again den, goil or no goil, I'll soak ya."
Spot turned and left Lizzy sitting on the pile of crates, glaring at him. The other Newsies left as well, smirking and laughing at her as they followed Spot back to the lodging house. It was getting dark and cold. Lizzy layed down where she was, without even a blanket, and fell asleep. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, Lizzy was awoken by someone shaking her and saying, "Hey goil, you all right?" It was two Newsies. One had sandy-blonde hair with a brown cabbie hat and an eye patch on his left eye. His right eye was blue. The other boy had brown hair and misty brown eyes. He was wearing cut-off shorts and a greenish cabbie hat.
"What're ya doin' sleepin' out heah?" the one with the patch asked.
"What do you care?" Lizzy snapped, "All a you Newsie are too nosey for yer own good. Why don't youse guys just mind yer own business."
"Sorry," the other Newsie said, "Blink heah didn't mean ta offend ya or anyting. Da name's Mush. What's yours?"
"Elizabeth," she answered, "Most everybody calls me Lizzy though."
"We're heah wit Jack," Blink told her, "He's talkin' ta Spot."
"Hey!" Mush exclaimed, "I seen you in da papes! You take care a dat horse! What's his name?"
"Black Sand," Lizzy supplied.
Just then, a tall, sandy-haired boy walked up to them. He was wearing a black vest with a cowboy hat and red bandana around his neck. "Hey ya fellas!" he shouted, "What's goin' on?"
The boy stood in front of Lizzy. "What's your name?" he asked, "Mine's Jack Kelley."
"Lizzy."
"What're ya sleepin' out heah for? Don't ya have a place ta stay?"
"Nah, my job doesn't 'zactly (A/N that looks funny. Teehee!) give me a place ta stay."
"Dat's right! You take care a dat amazin' racehorse, Black Sand. I'd offer you a place ta stay, but da Manhattan lodgin' house is full."
"Dat's okay, Tanks anyway."
"I know! I tink dere's an extra bunk at Spot's place. I'm sure he'll let ya stay."
"No!" Lizzy shouted, "I'm okay, really!"
Jack didn't listen. He yanked her up from the pile of crates and pulled her towards the lodging house. Lizzy fought Jack's grip, trying to imagine the look on Spot's face when Jack asked if she could stay in Brooklyn.
**Another chapter down!! Sooooo....what'd ya think? Please R&R!! PLEASE!!! I'm going to try to write longer chapters if I can. Well, I'll see ya later when I write my next chapter!** ~*spots_lil_boidie*~
Chapter Four
Spot had just bought his papers for the day and was reading through them. It was spring and the selling had been good. On the front page, there was a story about a rookie racehorse who was making it big time. It was Black Sand.
"Dat's da t'ird time dis mont'," Shiner said, looking at his own papers, "Did ya really meet da horse Spot?"
"Sure did Shinah," Spot replied, "I dunno a lot about horses, but dat horse is really sometin'." Spot folded his paper and headed down the street, shouting, "Miracle horse does it again! Black Sand wins anudda race! Extra! Extra!" The other Newsies followed suit and began to sell their papers.
A few hours later, Spot walked down to the docks after selling his one hundred papers. As he reached the docks, he noticed a large crowd of Brooklyn Newsies, all laughing and shouting. He tapped one of them on the shoulder and they turned around.
"Hey Tricks," he asked, "Whatsa madda heah?"
Tricks laughed and answered, "Dere's a Newsie heah who tinks he can soak us!"
Spot shoved his way through the crowd of Newsies until he could get a clear view of the opposing Newsie. He was rather scrawny for a boy and was alone. There was a large bruise on his left cheek and Spot assumed one of the Brooklyn Newsies had showed him what was what.
"Hey!" Spot shouted above the crowd, "Shut yer yaps!" The crowd of Brooklyn Newsies grew silent almost immediately. Spot turned to the intruder again. "Listen heah Newsie, I don't know who ya are, but ya don't belong heah."
"I told ya before Spot," the Newsie answered, "I ain't a Newsie, I'm a stable rat. Rememba?"
Spot stared at the intruder, stunned. He reached up and snatched the cabbie hat right of the intruder's head. Elizabeth glared back at him and grabbed her hat back, shoving it back down on her head. The crowd began to murmur and someone shouted, "What's goin' on Spot? Who is dis?"
Spot ignored them. "What are ya doin' heah?" he asked, "Dis is my territory."
"You're too nosey," she answered, "I don't gotta tell you notin'. Besides da fact dat ya can't mind yer own business, you and your buddy Race almost got me fired! Mista Ramsay found out dat you'd been in Blacky's stall. Luckily, he couldn't spare me, so he just beat me instead. (A/N- hence the bruise) No tanks ta you a course."
"Ay! Don't go blamin' yer lousy luck on me an' Race! You're da one who takes dat kinda crap from him!"
She started to say something, but Spot was sick of listening and interrupted her by shoving her backwards onto a pile of crates. "If ya eva threaten my Newsies again den, goil or no goil, I'll soak ya."
Spot turned and left Lizzy sitting on the pile of crates, glaring at him. The other Newsies left as well, smirking and laughing at her as they followed Spot back to the lodging house. It was getting dark and cold. Lizzy layed down where she was, without even a blanket, and fell asleep. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, Lizzy was awoken by someone shaking her and saying, "Hey goil, you all right?" It was two Newsies. One had sandy-blonde hair with a brown cabbie hat and an eye patch on his left eye. His right eye was blue. The other boy had brown hair and misty brown eyes. He was wearing cut-off shorts and a greenish cabbie hat.
"What're ya doin' sleepin' out heah?" the one with the patch asked.
"What do you care?" Lizzy snapped, "All a you Newsie are too nosey for yer own good. Why don't youse guys just mind yer own business."
"Sorry," the other Newsie said, "Blink heah didn't mean ta offend ya or anyting. Da name's Mush. What's yours?"
"Elizabeth," she answered, "Most everybody calls me Lizzy though."
"We're heah wit Jack," Blink told her, "He's talkin' ta Spot."
"Hey!" Mush exclaimed, "I seen you in da papes! You take care a dat horse! What's his name?"
"Black Sand," Lizzy supplied.
Just then, a tall, sandy-haired boy walked up to them. He was wearing a black vest with a cowboy hat and red bandana around his neck. "Hey ya fellas!" he shouted, "What's goin' on?"
The boy stood in front of Lizzy. "What's your name?" he asked, "Mine's Jack Kelley."
"Lizzy."
"What're ya sleepin' out heah for? Don't ya have a place ta stay?"
"Nah, my job doesn't 'zactly (A/N that looks funny. Teehee!) give me a place ta stay."
"Dat's right! You take care a dat amazin' racehorse, Black Sand. I'd offer you a place ta stay, but da Manhattan lodgin' house is full."
"Dat's okay, Tanks anyway."
"I know! I tink dere's an extra bunk at Spot's place. I'm sure he'll let ya stay."
"No!" Lizzy shouted, "I'm okay, really!"
Jack didn't listen. He yanked her up from the pile of crates and pulled her towards the lodging house. Lizzy fought Jack's grip, trying to imagine the look on Spot's face when Jack asked if she could stay in Brooklyn.
**Another chapter down!! Sooooo....what'd ya think? Please R&R!! PLEASE!!! I'm going to try to write longer chapters if I can. Well, I'll see ya later when I write my next chapter!** ~*spots_lil_boidie*~