"Ahhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggg." I woke up the next morning in pain. Man I
was so sick, this is why you should never get drunk. I could hardly
remember what happened that night anyways.
I sat up and felt someone staring at me. I looked at the bunk next to mine and saw Spot sitting there looking at me with a look that I couldn't quite make out. "Sleep well Lightenin?" he said looking at me with an evil smiling crossing his face.
"Ahhhhhg," I groaned. "Damn my head feels like its going to explode." I rubbed my head. Damn did it hurt. It was terrible. I squinted at Spot. "What the hell happened last night? I can hardly remember. All I know is I drank a lot, A LOT, and I know I sat on Jack's lap while you guys were playing poker. Why the hell do I have a huge lump on my head?!" I screamed when I rubbed a spot on my head that was really swollen. Spot started to laugh.
"Youse really don't remeba do yas?" He said smiling at me. I shook my head, but unfortunately that made it hurt more. "Well youse crawled inta da washroom and hit yer head pretty damn hard on da sink."
"Oh," I said shortly. I am such a klutz when I am sober; I didn't realize I was that much worse when I was drunk. *sigh*
I was trying to remember what happened last night. I screwed up my face in concentration seeing if I could remember when I hit my head on the sink. Sure enough, I started to remember it: "Ah, Fuck!" I said when I hit my head, and all the newsies laughed. I also started to remember when Jack and Spot came in.. "Holy shit! I kissed Jack last night!" I said startled at myself.
Spot just nodded glaring at me. "I really did? I must have been so wasted. What the HELL was I thinking?" I was more mumbling to myself than talking to Spot. I stopped looking at him and went for my journal. I retrieved it from my pillowcase.
"Youse are always writtin in dat ting," he said with a slight chuckle in his voice.
"You got a problem wit it?? Look, just because I dress and act like a guy most of the time doesn't mean I'm not still a girl! I am entitled to being one ONCE in a while," I said. "Bastard," I mumbled under my breath.
"Did Ise say I had a problem wit it?" he said. "No, sose why did ya freak? I ain't a bastard." He added at the end.
"Spot, can you just leave me be and let me write in my journal? I have a hang over, and I am not in the mood for your nosey ass trying to invade my privacy." I said maliciously.
"Fine, but you ain't aloud outta da lodging house taday," he said standing up.
"And why the hell not!?" I screamed.
"Cuz youse dangerous like dis, I don't want yas hurtin a innocent poisen." Spot smiled and left.
"JACK ASS!!!" I screamed after him. I opened up my journal and took up my pencil.
July 1, 1900 Dear Journal,
Okay, last night I drank a little too much. I was so wasted. I kissed Jack, mind you it was good, but I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Besides, I don't want to hurt Spot's feelings. Wait, maybe I do. Again, I am torn. Damn, seeing him getting all pissed is so fun though. Oh well, I will decide later. Anyways, I am in so much pain. My head might explode. Spot won't let me leave the lodging house because I am apparently "dangerous like this, I don't want innocent people getting hurt". Well, yeah, I guess I can just stay here and sleep. I am in pain so I am going to sleep. Write in you laterish. Tootles!
Courtney
I lied on my bed. I just stared at the bunk above me. I was so freaking bored. What the hell was I going to do? Even though I was kind of sick and not feeling well, I still wanted to do something, and it's not like I can drink my whiskey like I usually do when I am bored. *sigh* I got up and left the lodging house. Fuck Spot! I can go where ever the hell I want.
I sat up and felt someone staring at me. I looked at the bunk next to mine and saw Spot sitting there looking at me with a look that I couldn't quite make out. "Sleep well Lightenin?" he said looking at me with an evil smiling crossing his face.
"Ahhhhhg," I groaned. "Damn my head feels like its going to explode." I rubbed my head. Damn did it hurt. It was terrible. I squinted at Spot. "What the hell happened last night? I can hardly remember. All I know is I drank a lot, A LOT, and I know I sat on Jack's lap while you guys were playing poker. Why the hell do I have a huge lump on my head?!" I screamed when I rubbed a spot on my head that was really swollen. Spot started to laugh.
"Youse really don't remeba do yas?" He said smiling at me. I shook my head, but unfortunately that made it hurt more. "Well youse crawled inta da washroom and hit yer head pretty damn hard on da sink."
"Oh," I said shortly. I am such a klutz when I am sober; I didn't realize I was that much worse when I was drunk. *sigh*
I was trying to remember what happened last night. I screwed up my face in concentration seeing if I could remember when I hit my head on the sink. Sure enough, I started to remember it: "Ah, Fuck!" I said when I hit my head, and all the newsies laughed. I also started to remember when Jack and Spot came in.. "Holy shit! I kissed Jack last night!" I said startled at myself.
Spot just nodded glaring at me. "I really did? I must have been so wasted. What the HELL was I thinking?" I was more mumbling to myself than talking to Spot. I stopped looking at him and went for my journal. I retrieved it from my pillowcase.
"Youse are always writtin in dat ting," he said with a slight chuckle in his voice.
"You got a problem wit it?? Look, just because I dress and act like a guy most of the time doesn't mean I'm not still a girl! I am entitled to being one ONCE in a while," I said. "Bastard," I mumbled under my breath.
"Did Ise say I had a problem wit it?" he said. "No, sose why did ya freak? I ain't a bastard." He added at the end.
"Spot, can you just leave me be and let me write in my journal? I have a hang over, and I am not in the mood for your nosey ass trying to invade my privacy." I said maliciously.
"Fine, but you ain't aloud outta da lodging house taday," he said standing up.
"And why the hell not!?" I screamed.
"Cuz youse dangerous like dis, I don't want yas hurtin a innocent poisen." Spot smiled and left.
"JACK ASS!!!" I screamed after him. I opened up my journal and took up my pencil.
July 1, 1900 Dear Journal,
Okay, last night I drank a little too much. I was so wasted. I kissed Jack, mind you it was good, but I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Besides, I don't want to hurt Spot's feelings. Wait, maybe I do. Again, I am torn. Damn, seeing him getting all pissed is so fun though. Oh well, I will decide later. Anyways, I am in so much pain. My head might explode. Spot won't let me leave the lodging house because I am apparently "dangerous like this, I don't want innocent people getting hurt". Well, yeah, I guess I can just stay here and sleep. I am in pain so I am going to sleep. Write in you laterish. Tootles!
Courtney
I lied on my bed. I just stared at the bunk above me. I was so freaking bored. What the hell was I going to do? Even though I was kind of sick and not feeling well, I still wanted to do something, and it's not like I can drink my whiskey like I usually do when I am bored. *sigh* I got up and left the lodging house. Fuck Spot! I can go where ever the hell I want.