Yes, yes, another one. And I have a feeling I'm going to have plenty of
chapters for this story. So, hope this one is all right! And I'm starting
a new offer. If you review, I'll send you a clone of Kid Blink at no
charge! This offer is limited, so get your Blink while supplies last!
(Oh, and I forgot to say that my story BEGAN a day before the movie, so today is the beginning of the movie. Got it? Good. On with the show.)
Kloppman went up the stairs as he did every single day of the Manhattan Newsies' lives. Boots was dreaming about a certain someone when Kloppman yelled his name.
"Ruined another poifect dream again." He sleepily muttered to himself. The morning went on as it typically did. The washroom. Then the distribution center. On to selling the papes. Life suddenly seemed monotonous to Boots.
"Huh. Everyday it's the same, old thing. At least when I was a bootblack it was different. Now that I look back, not knowing when you were going to get you next meal or if the alley would be too full to sleep in was sort of exciting." He thought to himself while strolling down through the streets of Harlem. He was specifically looking for Nellie, who worked at a middle class restaurant doing jobs like sweeping, and cleaning tables. He peered in the window and saw her clearing off a table that had just been vacated during lunch. They waved and smiled to each other when Nellie was called to go sweep up after a messy customer. Boots sighed as he continued walking down the street, hawking his papes. Suddenly, an idea hit him. He turned around, now walking towards the Bronx.
He finally arrived. It was the tenement Laces used to live in. The rooms were small and cramped, but every time Boots had visited the Martins had always been cheerful and happy in their home. He walked up the creaking stairs up to the Martins' apartment. Knocking on the door, he expected to see Laces' mother, but instead saw an elderly figure.
"Hiya. Is Christine 'ere?" The man looked Boots up and down.
"There's no Christine here, boy." He gruffly replied.
"Okay. Tanks." Boots said as he went back down the stairs. He didn't want anything more to do with the old man. As he left the building, he wondered where Laces' family could have moved to when he saw Itey outside selling his papers. "Well, guess I'll 'ave ta deal wid dis latah. I gotta sell me papes 'afore everyone in New Yawk has one. Maybe some of da guys will help find 'er."
Meanwhile, Laces was stationed in front of a popular restaurant for rich folks. She figured many customers would want to make a good impression and want their shoes shined. As it turned out, one man came walking up to the front door.
"Shoe shines! Get ya shoes shined! Only a penny a pair!" Laces suddenly cried. The man shrugged and gave her a penny, but said nothing as he sat in a chair out on the sidewalk. Once she was done, he looked at his shoes and smiled. He could practically see his reflection.
"Thanks, miss." He said as he gave her a nickel and walked into the restaurant.
"Well, looks like all of them rich folks ain't too bad." She muttered to herself.
"Get ya shoes shined! Only a penny a pair!" She cried once again when she saw Jack Kelly and two newsies she hadn't met walking down the street, yelling out headlines. "Aw crap." She muttered. "I just had ta come ovah here tahday." Jack recognized her and advanced towards her, the two others following along.
"Heya, Laces!" Cowboy smiled. Laces reluctantly gave him a spit shake, much to the surprise of Davey and his brother Les. Davey thought it was disgusting for a boy to do it, but a girl around his age? He put on a fake smile. For some reason, this girl looked familiar.
"Laces, dis is Davey 'n Les, me new sellin' partnahs. Dis is Laces, she's a shoe shinah."
"Hello." Davey said.
"Hi!" Les welcomed.
"It's nice ta meet 'cha and all, but I gots some business ta take care of. I'll see youse latah, Kelly." Laces said rather stiffly before walking away in the direction the boys had come.
"Whassa mattah wid 'er?" Jack mumbled to himself. The boys shrugged and continued hawking their papes. Davey, however, was still pondering about where he had seen her before. As Laces was walking away, she sighed with relief.
"Well, at least he didn't give me a 'ard time about leavin' like dat. I'll hafta remember to not come over 'ere no more." She commented to herself.
After the day went by, Laces had shined a total of five pairs of shoes. "Geez, Ise made a dime today, tank goodness dat one guy was nice an' gave me a nickel. Ise gotta find me a stable job." She finally realized why she didn't get many customers. It was because she was an almost adult female. That was why the younger kids made more money. Who wanted a fifteen-year old girl who could get a job at a factory shine their shoes? "Ise afta get a good one fast. The debt's almost paid an' I don't wanna woik at the Carlsons' no more." She continued walking down the street. Now it started to rain, but she didn't care. In fact, she enjoyed walking through New York in the rain. The streets were fairly deserted, but those who were outside or looking out their windows, looked at her unusually. Eventually, the rain stopped and she was practically jumping in the puddles. A young woman skipping down the street was a sight to behold. Laces noticed and immediately became solemn.
"I gotta get outta dis stinkin' city. Too many stiffs 'ere." Laces quietly said to herself when she noticed a figure behind her.
"Well, Ise hafta agree wid you dere." Cowboy said with his devilish grin.
"Geez, how lucky can a girl get in one day." Laces sarcastically thought to herself.
"I wanna get out outta 'ere too. For a bettah life. Why do youse wanna leave?"
"Kelly, I didn't offah ta tell youse me goals in life, so I ain't goin to."
"What's youse problem?"
"None of youse business, Cowboy!" She said as she angrily turned around to face him. "No offense or nuttin, but youse need to back off. I'se known youse for a littlah ova a day and youse expect me ta give you my life story! Fat chance. Why don't youse go pry in someone else's business!" She basically yelled as she stormed off.
"Dat goil 'as got some problems." Jack commented as he continued his way. Once he arrived at the Lodging House, Racetrack started a game of poker. Jack noticed Boots sitting on his bunk, and walked over to him.
"So, Boots, I'se saw your friend again tahday. Actually, I'se saw 'er twice."
"Ain't dat great? I'se looked all ovah tahday aftah sellin' me papes, but I couldn't find 'er anywheres!"
"It's all right Boots. Youse'll see 'er again sometime, don't worry." Jack said as he patted Boots on the head. Boots was now officially sick of it. Even though he was very, very short for his fourteen years, Boots was rather mature. Sure, he didn't mind getting stuck with the younger kids all the time as they were nicer more often, but he did appreciate being treated his age. He only sighed and plopped down on the floor next to Itey and Jake.
"Deal me in, Racetrack." He said. The others looked at him funnily. He had only played poker with them once or twice in the whole three years he had been a newsie.
"Sure, ki. . . . .Boots." Racetrack said as he dealt the cards out to the group.
Just so you know, I sorta cut the Newsie songs out of the story, yet I didn't..Just pretend during Santa Fe, Jack decides to take a break and rest his singing voice..yeah, that's it. Use your imagination!
(Oh, and I forgot to say that my story BEGAN a day before the movie, so today is the beginning of the movie. Got it? Good. On with the show.)
Kloppman went up the stairs as he did every single day of the Manhattan Newsies' lives. Boots was dreaming about a certain someone when Kloppman yelled his name.
"Ruined another poifect dream again." He sleepily muttered to himself. The morning went on as it typically did. The washroom. Then the distribution center. On to selling the papes. Life suddenly seemed monotonous to Boots.
"Huh. Everyday it's the same, old thing. At least when I was a bootblack it was different. Now that I look back, not knowing when you were going to get you next meal or if the alley would be too full to sleep in was sort of exciting." He thought to himself while strolling down through the streets of Harlem. He was specifically looking for Nellie, who worked at a middle class restaurant doing jobs like sweeping, and cleaning tables. He peered in the window and saw her clearing off a table that had just been vacated during lunch. They waved and smiled to each other when Nellie was called to go sweep up after a messy customer. Boots sighed as he continued walking down the street, hawking his papes. Suddenly, an idea hit him. He turned around, now walking towards the Bronx.
He finally arrived. It was the tenement Laces used to live in. The rooms were small and cramped, but every time Boots had visited the Martins had always been cheerful and happy in their home. He walked up the creaking stairs up to the Martins' apartment. Knocking on the door, he expected to see Laces' mother, but instead saw an elderly figure.
"Hiya. Is Christine 'ere?" The man looked Boots up and down.
"There's no Christine here, boy." He gruffly replied.
"Okay. Tanks." Boots said as he went back down the stairs. He didn't want anything more to do with the old man. As he left the building, he wondered where Laces' family could have moved to when he saw Itey outside selling his papers. "Well, guess I'll 'ave ta deal wid dis latah. I gotta sell me papes 'afore everyone in New Yawk has one. Maybe some of da guys will help find 'er."
Meanwhile, Laces was stationed in front of a popular restaurant for rich folks. She figured many customers would want to make a good impression and want their shoes shined. As it turned out, one man came walking up to the front door.
"Shoe shines! Get ya shoes shined! Only a penny a pair!" Laces suddenly cried. The man shrugged and gave her a penny, but said nothing as he sat in a chair out on the sidewalk. Once she was done, he looked at his shoes and smiled. He could practically see his reflection.
"Thanks, miss." He said as he gave her a nickel and walked into the restaurant.
"Well, looks like all of them rich folks ain't too bad." She muttered to herself.
"Get ya shoes shined! Only a penny a pair!" She cried once again when she saw Jack Kelly and two newsies she hadn't met walking down the street, yelling out headlines. "Aw crap." She muttered. "I just had ta come ovah here tahday." Jack recognized her and advanced towards her, the two others following along.
"Heya, Laces!" Cowboy smiled. Laces reluctantly gave him a spit shake, much to the surprise of Davey and his brother Les. Davey thought it was disgusting for a boy to do it, but a girl around his age? He put on a fake smile. For some reason, this girl looked familiar.
"Laces, dis is Davey 'n Les, me new sellin' partnahs. Dis is Laces, she's a shoe shinah."
"Hello." Davey said.
"Hi!" Les welcomed.
"It's nice ta meet 'cha and all, but I gots some business ta take care of. I'll see youse latah, Kelly." Laces said rather stiffly before walking away in the direction the boys had come.
"Whassa mattah wid 'er?" Jack mumbled to himself. The boys shrugged and continued hawking their papes. Davey, however, was still pondering about where he had seen her before. As Laces was walking away, she sighed with relief.
"Well, at least he didn't give me a 'ard time about leavin' like dat. I'll hafta remember to not come over 'ere no more." She commented to herself.
After the day went by, Laces had shined a total of five pairs of shoes. "Geez, Ise made a dime today, tank goodness dat one guy was nice an' gave me a nickel. Ise gotta find me a stable job." She finally realized why she didn't get many customers. It was because she was an almost adult female. That was why the younger kids made more money. Who wanted a fifteen-year old girl who could get a job at a factory shine their shoes? "Ise afta get a good one fast. The debt's almost paid an' I don't wanna woik at the Carlsons' no more." She continued walking down the street. Now it started to rain, but she didn't care. In fact, she enjoyed walking through New York in the rain. The streets were fairly deserted, but those who were outside or looking out their windows, looked at her unusually. Eventually, the rain stopped and she was practically jumping in the puddles. A young woman skipping down the street was a sight to behold. Laces noticed and immediately became solemn.
"I gotta get outta dis stinkin' city. Too many stiffs 'ere." Laces quietly said to herself when she noticed a figure behind her.
"Well, Ise hafta agree wid you dere." Cowboy said with his devilish grin.
"Geez, how lucky can a girl get in one day." Laces sarcastically thought to herself.
"I wanna get out outta 'ere too. For a bettah life. Why do youse wanna leave?"
"Kelly, I didn't offah ta tell youse me goals in life, so I ain't goin to."
"What's youse problem?"
"None of youse business, Cowboy!" She said as she angrily turned around to face him. "No offense or nuttin, but youse need to back off. I'se known youse for a littlah ova a day and youse expect me ta give you my life story! Fat chance. Why don't youse go pry in someone else's business!" She basically yelled as she stormed off.
"Dat goil 'as got some problems." Jack commented as he continued his way. Once he arrived at the Lodging House, Racetrack started a game of poker. Jack noticed Boots sitting on his bunk, and walked over to him.
"So, Boots, I'se saw your friend again tahday. Actually, I'se saw 'er twice."
"Ain't dat great? I'se looked all ovah tahday aftah sellin' me papes, but I couldn't find 'er anywheres!"
"It's all right Boots. Youse'll see 'er again sometime, don't worry." Jack said as he patted Boots on the head. Boots was now officially sick of it. Even though he was very, very short for his fourteen years, Boots was rather mature. Sure, he didn't mind getting stuck with the younger kids all the time as they were nicer more often, but he did appreciate being treated his age. He only sighed and plopped down on the floor next to Itey and Jake.
"Deal me in, Racetrack." He said. The others looked at him funnily. He had only played poker with them once or twice in the whole three years he had been a newsie.
"Sure, ki. . . . .Boots." Racetrack said as he dealt the cards out to the group.
Just so you know, I sorta cut the Newsie songs out of the story, yet I didn't..Just pretend during Santa Fe, Jack decides to take a break and rest his singing voice..yeah, that's it. Use your imagination!