Shout outs at the end this time! (
Elizabeth sat up abruptly in her bed. Cold sweat dotted her forehead as she looked about her. It must have been 4:30, because the boys were sound asleep around her. Quietly she got out of bed and tiptoed towards the bathroom. Silently, she advanced towards the sinks and turned one of them on. She let the cold water run. Looking in the mirror she starred at her reflection, wondering who she really was. Leaning over the sink, she splashed the frigid water in her face. Suddenly she was awake. She groped in the air for the towel that was hanging on the rack. After drying her face, she exited the bathroom, heading towards the door.
She had every intention of walking downstairs, but somewhere between the bathroom and the door she got distracted. As she meandered through the sea of beds and boys sprawled out across each one, she couldn't help but laugh to herself. She was a watcher, an observer. Rarely did she talk to anyone she didn't know. Those who she did talk to were a privileged few who, some how or another, were trustworthy in her eyes. It wasn't that she was anti- social or anything, she just preferred to watch a crowd of people rather than be in the center of it. Again, as she was thinking of these boys, she recalled what she observed of each of them.
How Taps always wore his black socks when he played poker, and never his white ones.
How Prompt, no matter how uncomfortable it was, would always sleep with his head facing a window.
How it was customary for Bolt to sell with Nibs, but NEVER go places with him outside of selling.
Skates washed his hands twice each morning, Pipes bit his nails when he was excited, Rope crossed his arms only when he was pissed and how Stone always seemed to be in a better mood when Smith woke him up first.
The list went on and on. Yes, she knew her fellow newsies very well, and yet she didn't trust them. There was something blocking her there, and she couldn't get around it. Not that she tried very hard . . .
Stepping down the lodging house steps, she met Smith, on his way to his office.
"Up again early Elizabeth?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied, not slower her pace in the least. As she was about to exit, she turned.
"Hey, Smith!" she called.
"Yeah," the old man answered.
"Um, about last night," she bit her lip. "I was really rude. I'm sorry for da way I acted, I was jist, jist tired."
"It's alright, I figured as much," he replied. "Now go sell 'dem papes!" He said, mimicking Kloppman, the good-hearted Manhattan Lodging Manager. I laughed. I continued out the door and towards the docks.
________________________ Ok, Ok, I know-Its really really short! But DON'T WORRY! I have the whole thing planned out in my head it's just I haven't had time to write more. ALSO-I thought I should go ahead and update with what I had and make my lovely reviewers happy!
Shoutouts!
Sapphy: Yay! I'm glad your proud of me! Yeah, that guy (Him) I haven't decided a name for him, is hot in my mind too!!
A LITTLE too much information though. . .just kidding! Thanks!!!!!!!
Reffy: Thanks a lot! I'm glad you liked it! I hope you liked my VERY VERY VERY short update!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really am trying to find time to write a substational amount of story at one time, but a stupid little thing (called SCHOOL) is constantly taking up my time! Jeese, don't those stupid teachers know how important newsies is?! Well, thanks you guys!
Please Review!
Elizabeth sat up abruptly in her bed. Cold sweat dotted her forehead as she looked about her. It must have been 4:30, because the boys were sound asleep around her. Quietly she got out of bed and tiptoed towards the bathroom. Silently, she advanced towards the sinks and turned one of them on. She let the cold water run. Looking in the mirror she starred at her reflection, wondering who she really was. Leaning over the sink, she splashed the frigid water in her face. Suddenly she was awake. She groped in the air for the towel that was hanging on the rack. After drying her face, she exited the bathroom, heading towards the door.
She had every intention of walking downstairs, but somewhere between the bathroom and the door she got distracted. As she meandered through the sea of beds and boys sprawled out across each one, she couldn't help but laugh to herself. She was a watcher, an observer. Rarely did she talk to anyone she didn't know. Those who she did talk to were a privileged few who, some how or another, were trustworthy in her eyes. It wasn't that she was anti- social or anything, she just preferred to watch a crowd of people rather than be in the center of it. Again, as she was thinking of these boys, she recalled what she observed of each of them.
How Taps always wore his black socks when he played poker, and never his white ones.
How Prompt, no matter how uncomfortable it was, would always sleep with his head facing a window.
How it was customary for Bolt to sell with Nibs, but NEVER go places with him outside of selling.
Skates washed his hands twice each morning, Pipes bit his nails when he was excited, Rope crossed his arms only when he was pissed and how Stone always seemed to be in a better mood when Smith woke him up first.
The list went on and on. Yes, she knew her fellow newsies very well, and yet she didn't trust them. There was something blocking her there, and she couldn't get around it. Not that she tried very hard . . .
Stepping down the lodging house steps, she met Smith, on his way to his office.
"Up again early Elizabeth?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied, not slower her pace in the least. As she was about to exit, she turned.
"Hey, Smith!" she called.
"Yeah," the old man answered.
"Um, about last night," she bit her lip. "I was really rude. I'm sorry for da way I acted, I was jist, jist tired."
"It's alright, I figured as much," he replied. "Now go sell 'dem papes!" He said, mimicking Kloppman, the good-hearted Manhattan Lodging Manager. I laughed. I continued out the door and towards the docks.
________________________ Ok, Ok, I know-Its really really short! But DON'T WORRY! I have the whole thing planned out in my head it's just I haven't had time to write more. ALSO-I thought I should go ahead and update with what I had and make my lovely reviewers happy!
Shoutouts!
Sapphy: Yay! I'm glad your proud of me! Yeah, that guy (Him) I haven't decided a name for him, is hot in my mind too!!
A LITTLE too much information though. . .just kidding! Thanks!!!!!!!
Reffy: Thanks a lot! I'm glad you liked it! I hope you liked my VERY VERY VERY short update!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really am trying to find time to write a substational amount of story at one time, but a stupid little thing (called SCHOOL) is constantly taking up my time! Jeese, don't those stupid teachers know how important newsies is?! Well, thanks you guys!
Please Review!