(So, here we are again, chapter 7. I'll try not to have Laces running or
hiding from people much more often..well, maybe only a few more
times..**Grins Evilly** Anywho, you probably want me to get to the point,
so I will!)
Laces leaned up against the alley wall and slid down to the ground. She didn't care if he saw her, but she didn't want to talk to him again. After all he pulled? No way. Suddenly Tracks pulled her back to reality.
"Laces? You'se okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Allright den. I'se gotta go shine shoes den. Say, can you keep an eye on Railroad? He said, pointing to a small black puppy sleeping in a box.
"Sure, go shine 'em so 'ard dey can't see for a week." Laces said, smiling at the younger bootblack.
"Ok. See youse latah den." Tracks left the alley while Laces bent over the box and picked the puppy up.
"You'se don't look so good. Did Tracks feed you yet?" Railroad only licked her face. "Well, lets go get 'cha some, eh? I'se hungry too." With that, they both left the alley in search of a vendor. She smiled when she found a stand.
"Is dis enough?" She said, holding out her hand with a few coins in it. The vendor looked at the few coins, but decided ,what the heck. It was close enough to the real price.
"Sure, kid." He said, exchanging the coins for a snack barely enough to feed one.
"Well, yeah it's meager, but it'll do considerin' you'se little as you'se are." They both sat on a bench eating their food, both content with the little they had.
The next morning, Laces woke up early. Now she finally realized what a good friend she had in Boots. Figuring they boys were at the Distribution Center, she headed over there after changing her clothes in the O'Brian's apartment. Even though they didn't have enough room for her, they were always trying to help out.
Once she arrived, the boys were assembled in front of the gates. Grinning from ear to ear in hopes her disguise would work, she joined the group next to Kid Blink, Mush, and David. All three took a double take.
"Lookie dis, Mush!" Blink said.
"Lace's is dressed like on o' us!" Mush remarked.
"Ohh, I haven't soaked someone for a whole week now! I'se just itchin' tah get a punch in!" Laces laughed. Davey gave her a very puzzled look. "Geez, Dave, I'se just jokin." She said, jokingly patting him on her back. Sure, the disguise didn't work when you saw her one-on-one, but at least she didn't stick out like a sore thumb. She grinned as she entered inside "The World" gates with the newsies, ready for a good fight. What they didn't expect was a mob of armed men, hired to beat the strike spirit out of them. Soon, the fight began, and it seemed like the newsies were lost until Spot and his Brooklyn newsies came to help out. Skittery had been knocked down, but he got right back up and punched his attacker. Race pretended to give up, but soon gave his opponent something to squeal about. Eventually, Laces was forced next to the man she had run from the day before. They glared at each other for a few moments before Laces broke the silence.
"Heya Gil! How's life treatin' ya?" She said bitterly. "Shuddup Christy." Her older brother replied. Although he was only 20, he looked much older then when Laces had seen him last. There was a strong odor of alcohol around him. Not wanting a confrontation in front of everyone else, the siblings forced their way through opposite sides of the crowd. Laces did get a few punches in, but she also received one. Her cheek was turning black and blue. Finally, the newsies drove the scabbers and the mob back into "The World" building. All who participated felt very relieved. Denton took a picture of a group of newsies, Jack being the only one prepared for it. When most went to Tibby's to celebrate, Laces had to decline. She was already late for work. She virtually ran to the school and rushed in the door. Mrs. O'Brian was shocked at the girl's appearance.
"Lassie!" She cried. "My dear, you forgot to change! And that cheek. . . oh, the mistress will not hear of it!" Laces looked over herself and quickly tied an apron on. She stood behind the table, praying Mrs. Carlson wouldn't notice the pants she wore. She brushed some flour on her face, but really knew it did nothing to cover her bruise. The dreaded moment came, however, and Mrs. Carlson entered the room.
"Christine Maritn! What in the world is the meaning of this?" The schoolmistress yelled.
"It's none 'o your business." Laces quietly said. She knew this would be the last time she would come to the school, so she wanted to leave honestly.
"What did you say? Answer me!" Laces stood silently, kneading the bread on the table. "I said answer me you little urchin!"
"Well, I said it's none 'o your business, ya wench." Christine calmly replied. She wondered why she hadn't spoken out before. Mrs. Carlson was dumbfounded. Laces had always spoken minimally, but now she was speaking out. No one had done that before.
"You dare call me that you insolent brat!" Mrs. Carlson quickly made her way over next to Laces, who untied her apron. "Look at you! All you do is try to provoke me! You're dress is appaling. I order you to change at once.
"Well, ya see, as I told ya a thousand times, it ain't none 'o your business. I can wear whatevah I wants. Why don't youse go waste your time yellin' at the goils upstairs, huh?" The two glared at each other. Neither one dared to remove their gaze from the other. Mrs. O'Brian would have loved to help Laces, but she knew her job as cook was the only one she would be able to get. She continued stirring the soup, trying not to get on the schoolmistress' bad side. "And ya know what else, ya wench? I ain't gonna woik 'ere no more. Youse can forget about me woikin' tah pay off dat debt 'cause I'm going to find a job somewhere else!" With that said and done, she threw the apron on the floor, stomped on it, and exited proudly through the door.
Author's Note: Yeah, I know I describe events in the movie. . . but it's only to refresh your memory..**cough cough** Anywho, please R&R or ALL my newsies AND my little brothers will come get you!
Laces leaned up against the alley wall and slid down to the ground. She didn't care if he saw her, but she didn't want to talk to him again. After all he pulled? No way. Suddenly Tracks pulled her back to reality.
"Laces? You'se okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Allright den. I'se gotta go shine shoes den. Say, can you keep an eye on Railroad? He said, pointing to a small black puppy sleeping in a box.
"Sure, go shine 'em so 'ard dey can't see for a week." Laces said, smiling at the younger bootblack.
"Ok. See youse latah den." Tracks left the alley while Laces bent over the box and picked the puppy up.
"You'se don't look so good. Did Tracks feed you yet?" Railroad only licked her face. "Well, lets go get 'cha some, eh? I'se hungry too." With that, they both left the alley in search of a vendor. She smiled when she found a stand.
"Is dis enough?" She said, holding out her hand with a few coins in it. The vendor looked at the few coins, but decided ,what the heck. It was close enough to the real price.
"Sure, kid." He said, exchanging the coins for a snack barely enough to feed one.
"Well, yeah it's meager, but it'll do considerin' you'se little as you'se are." They both sat on a bench eating their food, both content with the little they had.
The next morning, Laces woke up early. Now she finally realized what a good friend she had in Boots. Figuring they boys were at the Distribution Center, she headed over there after changing her clothes in the O'Brian's apartment. Even though they didn't have enough room for her, they were always trying to help out.
Once she arrived, the boys were assembled in front of the gates. Grinning from ear to ear in hopes her disguise would work, she joined the group next to Kid Blink, Mush, and David. All three took a double take.
"Lookie dis, Mush!" Blink said.
"Lace's is dressed like on o' us!" Mush remarked.
"Ohh, I haven't soaked someone for a whole week now! I'se just itchin' tah get a punch in!" Laces laughed. Davey gave her a very puzzled look. "Geez, Dave, I'se just jokin." She said, jokingly patting him on her back. Sure, the disguise didn't work when you saw her one-on-one, but at least she didn't stick out like a sore thumb. She grinned as she entered inside "The World" gates with the newsies, ready for a good fight. What they didn't expect was a mob of armed men, hired to beat the strike spirit out of them. Soon, the fight began, and it seemed like the newsies were lost until Spot and his Brooklyn newsies came to help out. Skittery had been knocked down, but he got right back up and punched his attacker. Race pretended to give up, but soon gave his opponent something to squeal about. Eventually, Laces was forced next to the man she had run from the day before. They glared at each other for a few moments before Laces broke the silence.
"Heya Gil! How's life treatin' ya?" She said bitterly. "Shuddup Christy." Her older brother replied. Although he was only 20, he looked much older then when Laces had seen him last. There was a strong odor of alcohol around him. Not wanting a confrontation in front of everyone else, the siblings forced their way through opposite sides of the crowd. Laces did get a few punches in, but she also received one. Her cheek was turning black and blue. Finally, the newsies drove the scabbers and the mob back into "The World" building. All who participated felt very relieved. Denton took a picture of a group of newsies, Jack being the only one prepared for it. When most went to Tibby's to celebrate, Laces had to decline. She was already late for work. She virtually ran to the school and rushed in the door. Mrs. O'Brian was shocked at the girl's appearance.
"Lassie!" She cried. "My dear, you forgot to change! And that cheek. . . oh, the mistress will not hear of it!" Laces looked over herself and quickly tied an apron on. She stood behind the table, praying Mrs. Carlson wouldn't notice the pants she wore. She brushed some flour on her face, but really knew it did nothing to cover her bruise. The dreaded moment came, however, and Mrs. Carlson entered the room.
"Christine Maritn! What in the world is the meaning of this?" The schoolmistress yelled.
"It's none 'o your business." Laces quietly said. She knew this would be the last time she would come to the school, so she wanted to leave honestly.
"What did you say? Answer me!" Laces stood silently, kneading the bread on the table. "I said answer me you little urchin!"
"Well, I said it's none 'o your business, ya wench." Christine calmly replied. She wondered why she hadn't spoken out before. Mrs. Carlson was dumbfounded. Laces had always spoken minimally, but now she was speaking out. No one had done that before.
"You dare call me that you insolent brat!" Mrs. Carlson quickly made her way over next to Laces, who untied her apron. "Look at you! All you do is try to provoke me! You're dress is appaling. I order you to change at once.
"Well, ya see, as I told ya a thousand times, it ain't none 'o your business. I can wear whatevah I wants. Why don't youse go waste your time yellin' at the goils upstairs, huh?" The two glared at each other. Neither one dared to remove their gaze from the other. Mrs. O'Brian would have loved to help Laces, but she knew her job as cook was the only one she would be able to get. She continued stirring the soup, trying not to get on the schoolmistress' bad side. "And ya know what else, ya wench? I ain't gonna woik 'ere no more. Youse can forget about me woikin' tah pay off dat debt 'cause I'm going to find a job somewhere else!" With that said and done, she threw the apron on the floor, stomped on it, and exited proudly through the door.
Author's Note: Yeah, I know I describe events in the movie. . . but it's only to refresh your memory..**cough cough** Anywho, please R&R or ALL my newsies AND my little brothers will come get you!