A/N- Ok guys this will all get better so don't kill me.
Disclaimer- Don't own nothing. I do own the idea though. And I'm about to kill my Dad who is being . . . like me ::innocent look::
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------::FLASHBACK::
I was walking down the street one night. It had been a great selling day and me and Boots got a lot of money. But that is besides the point because I had just seen something. These two guys were pulling a girl into a back alleyway.
"HELP SOMEONE HELP ME! OH GOD PLEASE SAVE ME! HELP!!!!!" she yelled loudly. I thought this must be serious if she is yelling like that.
"SHUTUP GIRLY. YOU'RE A REAL PRETTY LITTLE GIRL! AND THAT'S WHY YOU AIN'T GOIN' NO WHERES!" one of the guys yelled.
Oh man I thought. I had to help her. So I looked wildly around.
"Yes!" I said quietly. There was a big piece of wood over by the alley. I ran and quickly grabbed it. I ran right up behind the guys and hit them in the head as hard as I could.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?" the guys yelled. I gave them each a couple more hits in the head. They were down and big pools of sickening dark red blood was pouring out of their heads.
"Ew! That is gross! But thank-you for helping with that." The girl said. She kissed me on top of the head and then we heard a whistle.
Not good. I saw the bulls coming.
"Cheese it! It's the bulls!" I yelled at her giving a push. She ran away but just then the men came up behind me and grabbed me from under my arms.
"OW! Get offa me I didn't do nothing. They were trying to hurt the girl that just ran away and I didn't do nothing!"
Just then a whole bunch of the other newsies came out. They all started shouting my name and asking if I was okay.
"I'M FINE GUYS! JUST GO BACK INSIDE! DON'T GET IN TROUBLE! HEY LOOK AT IT THIS WAY! WE MIGHT GET A GOOD HEADLINE TOMORROW!"
Well now this is me at the refuge. Everyday we had to go through the same thing. Warden Snyder came in and checked on us and we had to clean and cook for that lazy, slimy, ugly, swine! We got about six new boys everyday. I made some pretty decent friends. I wanted this four years for "excessive fisticuffs*". Whatever that means. I think it means they think I fight a lot more than I do.
But one day something great happened. JACK! For some reason Jack got put in the refuge. I didn't really care how but well Jack was here so life might be a little better.
"TEN-PIN!" Jack yelled.
"Cowboy!" I yelled.
"So Jack how did ya get into the joint?" I asked. I really wanted to know.
"I was starving so I stole some food." He said
"That works. How long a in for?" I said
"Three months."
"Don't mess around with Snyder I have seen him raise from two years to six. Be careful."
"I will."
"SIX MONTHS FOR THAT ONE! AND YOU! YOU SLIMY INSOLENT UNGRATEFUL CHILD! YOU GET ANOTHER YEAR!" Warden Snyder yelled loudly at us.
We had just been caught fighting (I wasn't involved I swear) and Snyder was going psycho.
"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE AND MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL YOU INGRANTS! SULLIVAN GO!"
Jack was holding back. But who is Sullivan?
"Six months? This will bust me."
We were walking through the halls talking quietly and being mad at Snyder.
"C'mon Cowboy it's better than five years."
"I am getting outta here soon. And you are gonna help me."
END TWO.
A/N- You know you liked it.
Fisticuffs means you get in fistfights a lot. Thank-you fathers who know big words.
PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer- Don't own nothing. I do own the idea though. And I'm about to kill my Dad who is being . . . like me ::innocent look::
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------::FLASHBACK::
I was walking down the street one night. It had been a great selling day and me and Boots got a lot of money. But that is besides the point because I had just seen something. These two guys were pulling a girl into a back alleyway.
"HELP SOMEONE HELP ME! OH GOD PLEASE SAVE ME! HELP!!!!!" she yelled loudly. I thought this must be serious if she is yelling like that.
"SHUTUP GIRLY. YOU'RE A REAL PRETTY LITTLE GIRL! AND THAT'S WHY YOU AIN'T GOIN' NO WHERES!" one of the guys yelled.
Oh man I thought. I had to help her. So I looked wildly around.
"Yes!" I said quietly. There was a big piece of wood over by the alley. I ran and quickly grabbed it. I ran right up behind the guys and hit them in the head as hard as I could.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?" the guys yelled. I gave them each a couple more hits in the head. They were down and big pools of sickening dark red blood was pouring out of their heads.
"Ew! That is gross! But thank-you for helping with that." The girl said. She kissed me on top of the head and then we heard a whistle.
Not good. I saw the bulls coming.
"Cheese it! It's the bulls!" I yelled at her giving a push. She ran away but just then the men came up behind me and grabbed me from under my arms.
"OW! Get offa me I didn't do nothing. They were trying to hurt the girl that just ran away and I didn't do nothing!"
Just then a whole bunch of the other newsies came out. They all started shouting my name and asking if I was okay.
"I'M FINE GUYS! JUST GO BACK INSIDE! DON'T GET IN TROUBLE! HEY LOOK AT IT THIS WAY! WE MIGHT GET A GOOD HEADLINE TOMORROW!"
Well now this is me at the refuge. Everyday we had to go through the same thing. Warden Snyder came in and checked on us and we had to clean and cook for that lazy, slimy, ugly, swine! We got about six new boys everyday. I made some pretty decent friends. I wanted this four years for "excessive fisticuffs*". Whatever that means. I think it means they think I fight a lot more than I do.
But one day something great happened. JACK! For some reason Jack got put in the refuge. I didn't really care how but well Jack was here so life might be a little better.
"TEN-PIN!" Jack yelled.
"Cowboy!" I yelled.
"So Jack how did ya get into the joint?" I asked. I really wanted to know.
"I was starving so I stole some food." He said
"That works. How long a in for?" I said
"Three months."
"Don't mess around with Snyder I have seen him raise from two years to six. Be careful."
"I will."
"SIX MONTHS FOR THAT ONE! AND YOU! YOU SLIMY INSOLENT UNGRATEFUL CHILD! YOU GET ANOTHER YEAR!" Warden Snyder yelled loudly at us.
We had just been caught fighting (I wasn't involved I swear) and Snyder was going psycho.
"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE AND MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL YOU INGRANTS! SULLIVAN GO!"
Jack was holding back. But who is Sullivan?
"Six months? This will bust me."
We were walking through the halls talking quietly and being mad at Snyder.
"C'mon Cowboy it's better than five years."
"I am getting outta here soon. And you are gonna help me."
END TWO.
A/N- You know you liked it.
Fisticuffs means you get in fistfights a lot. Thank-you fathers who know big words.
PLEASE REVIEW!