(Updated: Ummm, I sorta left a few things out and I wanted to change the
end of this chapter a bit, so yeah, it really is updated if only ever so
slightly.) * means changes
The next morning started out normal for the newsies of New York, but ended in a way none of them expected. William Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer had both raised the price of the paper to sixty cents per hundred, so in retaliation, the newsies of Manhattan went on strike. Jack sent out newsies to spread the word all over New York. After returning from an attempt to win Spot Conlon and the Brooklyn newsies over to the strike, Jack, Boots, and Davey walked through New York rather depressed. They passed by the two Carlson's Schools where Laces was coincidentally coming out of. Davey looked at his old school with memories. He, however, wouldn't mind never being able to go there again. Sure he was able to learn, which he loved to do, but he wouldn't mind forgetting about the teachers, and the headmaster and headmistress. Laces didn't notice the boys passing right in front of her as she was too busy rubbing her cheek to notice. Mrs. Carlson was upset again. Her skin's reaction to the sheets Laces put on her bed was so strange, she looked almost non-human. Davey suddenly realized why she looked familiar as the two groups collided.
"What was dat for." Jack said before recognizing Laces.
"That's why I remember seeing you before!" Davey exclaimed.
"Crap, now it's all going to be out in the open." Laces thought as Boots and Jack gave Davey a strange look.
"You work at the Carlson's! You're Sam's sister!"
"Yeah, so?" Laces said, brushing herself off.
"How do you know Sam?" Boots asked David.
*"How did you know Laces 'afore?" Jack asked.
"Look's like I got some explainin' ta do." Laces said. "Foist of all, I woiked 'ere cause of Sam. The Carlson's only let him come 'ere because I woiked for his school costs."
"Where is he?" Boots inquired.
"He ain't 'ere no more. He's dead along wid me parents. I'm only still woikin' 'ere to pay off the funeral expenses. Once dey're paid, I'm gone from dis school."
"How'd he die?" Boots said more quietly.
"He got Scarlet Fevah. Dey nevah told me he was sick, I didn't wanna embarrass 'im by going over there every day, so I only visited twice a month. It was too late when I saw 'im last."
"Wow Laces, I didn't." Boots started.
"I didn't want you to. I didn't want no one too, but I guess it had tah come out soonah or latah."
Davey suddenly felt sorry for remembering her. He didn't want her to have to explain everything.
"So, where are youse' livin'?" Jack asked.
"Anywhere. Mostly in dat alley ovah in Central Park. Boots used tah stay dere too, ya know."
"So, what did you do?" Davey said, pointing to the red mark on her cheek.
"Well, I'se just changed 'er sheets to a kind she don't like.well, 'er skin don't like it anyways." Laces said simply. "So, youse sell all ya papes already?"
"Not exactly." Boots said. The group continued walking down the street, now with Laces. They explained to her the price increase and their decision to strike. When they finally reached Newsies' Square, Laces sat down on a bench nearby while the boys went over to Horace Greeley's statue. Laces saw Denton nearby and pulled a cloth out of the bag she had slung on her shoulder.
"Want a shoe shine, mistah?"
"No thanks." Denton simply replied as he hunched over his tablet of paper. She shrugged and walked away, whistling to herself the song the newsies had just sang. ** The newsboys were now inside the gates, threatening the scabbers. Laces smiled as she looked over at Boots, ready to knock the living daylights out of the scabs.
*"Hope he gives them a piece of my mind too." She thought. Just then, she noticed a familiar face among the newspaper workers. "Thing's sure are getting weird around here, I'd better leave before he sees me!" She continued thinking as she grabbed her things, waved to Boots although he wasn't looking, and ran off hoping the familiar person didn't see her.
(Yeah, I love cliffhangers! And yeah, this one was short. And it took me forever to get it up. But is it my fault Calculus sucks? R&R please!)
(Oh yeah.** Bet you can't guess what song they sang, heh heh heh.)
Wild Card: Yeah! I converted someone else to my insanity.
WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll: I have lots of plans for the people in my story.heh heh heh..(I love being evil!)
The next morning started out normal for the newsies of New York, but ended in a way none of them expected. William Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer had both raised the price of the paper to sixty cents per hundred, so in retaliation, the newsies of Manhattan went on strike. Jack sent out newsies to spread the word all over New York. After returning from an attempt to win Spot Conlon and the Brooklyn newsies over to the strike, Jack, Boots, and Davey walked through New York rather depressed. They passed by the two Carlson's Schools where Laces was coincidentally coming out of. Davey looked at his old school with memories. He, however, wouldn't mind never being able to go there again. Sure he was able to learn, which he loved to do, but he wouldn't mind forgetting about the teachers, and the headmaster and headmistress. Laces didn't notice the boys passing right in front of her as she was too busy rubbing her cheek to notice. Mrs. Carlson was upset again. Her skin's reaction to the sheets Laces put on her bed was so strange, she looked almost non-human. Davey suddenly realized why she looked familiar as the two groups collided.
"What was dat for." Jack said before recognizing Laces.
"That's why I remember seeing you before!" Davey exclaimed.
"Crap, now it's all going to be out in the open." Laces thought as Boots and Jack gave Davey a strange look.
"You work at the Carlson's! You're Sam's sister!"
"Yeah, so?" Laces said, brushing herself off.
"How do you know Sam?" Boots asked David.
*"How did you know Laces 'afore?" Jack asked.
"Look's like I got some explainin' ta do." Laces said. "Foist of all, I woiked 'ere cause of Sam. The Carlson's only let him come 'ere because I woiked for his school costs."
"Where is he?" Boots inquired.
"He ain't 'ere no more. He's dead along wid me parents. I'm only still woikin' 'ere to pay off the funeral expenses. Once dey're paid, I'm gone from dis school."
"How'd he die?" Boots said more quietly.
"He got Scarlet Fevah. Dey nevah told me he was sick, I didn't wanna embarrass 'im by going over there every day, so I only visited twice a month. It was too late when I saw 'im last."
"Wow Laces, I didn't." Boots started.
"I didn't want you to. I didn't want no one too, but I guess it had tah come out soonah or latah."
Davey suddenly felt sorry for remembering her. He didn't want her to have to explain everything.
"So, where are youse' livin'?" Jack asked.
"Anywhere. Mostly in dat alley ovah in Central Park. Boots used tah stay dere too, ya know."
"So, what did you do?" Davey said, pointing to the red mark on her cheek.
"Well, I'se just changed 'er sheets to a kind she don't like.well, 'er skin don't like it anyways." Laces said simply. "So, youse sell all ya papes already?"
"Not exactly." Boots said. The group continued walking down the street, now with Laces. They explained to her the price increase and their decision to strike. When they finally reached Newsies' Square, Laces sat down on a bench nearby while the boys went over to Horace Greeley's statue. Laces saw Denton nearby and pulled a cloth out of the bag she had slung on her shoulder.
"Want a shoe shine, mistah?"
"No thanks." Denton simply replied as he hunched over his tablet of paper. She shrugged and walked away, whistling to herself the song the newsies had just sang. ** The newsboys were now inside the gates, threatening the scabbers. Laces smiled as she looked over at Boots, ready to knock the living daylights out of the scabs.
*"Hope he gives them a piece of my mind too." She thought. Just then, she noticed a familiar face among the newspaper workers. "Thing's sure are getting weird around here, I'd better leave before he sees me!" She continued thinking as she grabbed her things, waved to Boots although he wasn't looking, and ran off hoping the familiar person didn't see her.
(Yeah, I love cliffhangers! And yeah, this one was short. And it took me forever to get it up. But is it my fault Calculus sucks? R&R please!)
(Oh yeah.** Bet you can't guess what song they sang, heh heh heh.)
Wild Card: Yeah! I converted someone else to my insanity.
WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll: I have lots of plans for the people in my story.heh heh heh..(I love being evil!)