TNG: The conclusion
By Aguachica
John woke up early the next morning, feeling a sense of understanding. Finally it was clear! Not only did he know what name to choose, he also knew what he was going to do!
He looked at Racetrack, who was playing a game of solitaire, and leapt out of his bunk and sprinted over to him.
"Race! I know now!"
Racetrack looked at him in mild confusion. "Know what, John? Did that knock on the head Skitts gave you do anything?"
John shook his head. "Nooo. . . And my name isn't John anymore. Call me Solitaire!"
Race beamed. "So you'se chose my name? It sounds good for ya. You'se a real newsie now." Race stood up and gave Solitaire a loud slap on the back.
"Mmphf" Blink said, rolling over. . . onto Mush. Mush whapped Blink in the face, and pushed him off. Blink rolled onto the floor with an unbelievably loud thud.
Mush woke suddenly and, seeing his friend on the floor, looking around dizzily, panicked. He attempted to leap out of the bunk. Bad idea. Mush became entangled in his blanket and topped off, unfortunately landing right on top of Blink and knocking the wind out of the poor Newsie.
Solitaire and Racetrack ran over to the tangle of newsies and started separating them. They were both mostly uninjured, although Blink had a black eye and Mush was quite confused. Once it was clear that neither was permanently damaged, all four began to laugh.
This noise woke the other newsies up, and they had formed a curious, sleepy circle around them. Jack looked grumpy. "Oh, it's you, John. I should have known you'se would be the one to wake up the Lodging House at three in the morning."
Solitaire shook his head firmly. "No, Jack. John didn't wake up the Lodging House. Solitaire did. My new name is Solitaire."
Blink's eye widened. "You'se chosen a name? Now you'se a real newsie. Did you think about what I'se told you last night?"
Solitaire glanced at Jack out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah. And it made a lot of sense. Good sense."
Blink nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I'se glad to hear it."
Solitaire walked back to his bunk, and the others did the same. He saw Blink give a nod of approval. The newsies thought of him as a leader already. All he needed to do was make it official. But that would come later.
He turned over to enjoy a few hours more of sleep. His dreams were filled with papers, friends, and being the next newsie leader of Manhattan, New York. And all dreams come true.
THE END(OF CHAPTER AND STORY)
THE MUSES SPEAK:
John!muse: Wow, that was exhausting! And I have to be ready to start a whole new story next week!
Blink!muse: But first the muses have something to say!
All!muses: *sing happy birthday to Aguachica*
Blink!muse: *gives Aguachica a peck on her cheek* Happy sixteenth Birthday, Aguachica! Everyone, make a little a note! Aguachica turned 16 on November 2nd, so all us muses bought her a present! We finished her story on her Birthday!
John!muse: Now everyone else should give her a present: Review!
SHOUTOUTS(THE FINAL ONES UNTIL THE NEXT STORY*SNIFF*):
TO INQUISITIVE INK:
Aguachica: I've really appreciated all your faithful reviews. The next story about John. . . uh. . . Solitaire will probably be started next week. I hope I'll see you there!
TO BROOKLYNGRL:
Aguachica: I know how you feel. I just finished getting grounded a few weeks ago! It was horrible torture! I'm so glad you are able to sneak on to read! God bless you! And your Drum Roll guy sounds like some stubborn muses I know!
John!muse: Hey!
TO ERIK'SONLYLOVE:
Aguachica: Thanks for your vote, and I hope you enjoyed the story!
TO KIDBLINK'SGROL:
Aguachica: Nice name! Although, I rather think of Blink as belonging to me.
Blink!muse: Eep!
Aguachica: Thanks for your vote anyway!
By Aguachica
John woke up early the next morning, feeling a sense of understanding. Finally it was clear! Not only did he know what name to choose, he also knew what he was going to do!
He looked at Racetrack, who was playing a game of solitaire, and leapt out of his bunk and sprinted over to him.
"Race! I know now!"
Racetrack looked at him in mild confusion. "Know what, John? Did that knock on the head Skitts gave you do anything?"
John shook his head. "Nooo. . . And my name isn't John anymore. Call me Solitaire!"
Race beamed. "So you'se chose my name? It sounds good for ya. You'se a real newsie now." Race stood up and gave Solitaire a loud slap on the back.
"Mmphf" Blink said, rolling over. . . onto Mush. Mush whapped Blink in the face, and pushed him off. Blink rolled onto the floor with an unbelievably loud thud.
Mush woke suddenly and, seeing his friend on the floor, looking around dizzily, panicked. He attempted to leap out of the bunk. Bad idea. Mush became entangled in his blanket and topped off, unfortunately landing right on top of Blink and knocking the wind out of the poor Newsie.
Solitaire and Racetrack ran over to the tangle of newsies and started separating them. They were both mostly uninjured, although Blink had a black eye and Mush was quite confused. Once it was clear that neither was permanently damaged, all four began to laugh.
This noise woke the other newsies up, and they had formed a curious, sleepy circle around them. Jack looked grumpy. "Oh, it's you, John. I should have known you'se would be the one to wake up the Lodging House at three in the morning."
Solitaire shook his head firmly. "No, Jack. John didn't wake up the Lodging House. Solitaire did. My new name is Solitaire."
Blink's eye widened. "You'se chosen a name? Now you'se a real newsie. Did you think about what I'se told you last night?"
Solitaire glanced at Jack out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah. And it made a lot of sense. Good sense."
Blink nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I'se glad to hear it."
Solitaire walked back to his bunk, and the others did the same. He saw Blink give a nod of approval. The newsies thought of him as a leader already. All he needed to do was make it official. But that would come later.
He turned over to enjoy a few hours more of sleep. His dreams were filled with papers, friends, and being the next newsie leader of Manhattan, New York. And all dreams come true.
THE END(OF CHAPTER AND STORY)
THE MUSES SPEAK:
John!muse: Wow, that was exhausting! And I have to be ready to start a whole new story next week!
Blink!muse: But first the muses have something to say!
All!muses: *sing happy birthday to Aguachica*
Blink!muse: *gives Aguachica a peck on her cheek* Happy sixteenth Birthday, Aguachica! Everyone, make a little a note! Aguachica turned 16 on November 2nd, so all us muses bought her a present! We finished her story on her Birthday!
John!muse: Now everyone else should give her a present: Review!
SHOUTOUTS(THE FINAL ONES UNTIL THE NEXT STORY*SNIFF*):
TO INQUISITIVE INK:
Aguachica: I've really appreciated all your faithful reviews. The next story about John. . . uh. . . Solitaire will probably be started next week. I hope I'll see you there!
TO BROOKLYNGRL:
Aguachica: I know how you feel. I just finished getting grounded a few weeks ago! It was horrible torture! I'm so glad you are able to sneak on to read! God bless you! And your Drum Roll guy sounds like some stubborn muses I know!
John!muse: Hey!
TO ERIK'SONLYLOVE:
Aguachica: Thanks for your vote, and I hope you enjoyed the story!
TO KIDBLINK'SGROL:
Aguachica: Nice name! Although, I rather think of Blink as belonging to me.
Blink!muse: Eep!
Aguachica: Thanks for your vote anyway!