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what happened to all those people voting for bumlets?! well, here's the results...
Bumlets - 1, Skittery - 4, Specs - 1, Jack - 3 (almost there!)
Other newsies that you can still vote for are bumlets, crutchy, specs, david, and jack
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Fear
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Hey! You done selling—oh questions again. Go ahead… I need to take a breather anyway. Isn't it funny how people can be so easy to fool? You'd think they were smarter to buy from a kid who made up the headlines on the newspaper. Oh, sorry, I'm babbling. Just kinda tired that's all that I needed to talk… so what is it?
Hmm… fear. I guess you'd be thinking about my name, wouldn't you? Skittery. I know its an unusual name, but look at the other newsies. Does Pie Eater and Mush sound normal to you? Hahah, yeah. You see, we ain't just creative on making headlines… we also use it to think of our nicknames. Not exactly think, but when things just stick to you, its really hard to let them go.
I guess when I came here, being a newsie, I mean, I wasn't exactly… um, what would you say… open to other people. I don't really know how to explain this… let's see… I'll just start from the beginning.
Everybody belonged to a family, didn't they? Or at least the minute they were born. Who knows was to happen the next. I guess you can say that I had a family, even though that's not what I'd call it. I was the only one… and that had some consequences. Being the only child in a family can also cause some problems. It ain't that easy, you know.
My father was always out somewhere… some place that I don't really know, and that time, I didn't need to know. I really don't know how my mother handled it. She was always there at home with me, my own angel. She was near perfection, you can say. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but sometimes being perfect can have its costs. Just when I thought that she was fine with how our lives were going… she finally burst. No, not like that… Geez. I guess she got annoyed with father. I think it irritated her before, but I think she just kept it in… trying to make everything fine for me… and I bought it so easily.
It was another one of those nights when father wasn't home and mother was just there washing the dishes after dinner. I always loved her songs, especially her voice. It's one of those things that you never forget. So there she was, washing. Then something snapped in her mind, I guess. I saw her back towards me, probably holding the plate… then in less than a second, she was there, smashing the plates on the floor… mumbling and rambling about something I couldn't make out. But it was her voice… her voice that made me sleep at night that caught my attention. It was shrill and harsh each time the plate fell on the floor. It wasn't her at all. Then, as if nothing happened, she would snap from her trance and act like nothing happened.
Weird, I know. I didn't understand either. But how was I to know that being a grown up was so hard? I was just a kid. What was I to do? Then it kept on happening again and again… she would be in a trance… happy and smiling, then shouting and angry the next… then a quick change to what she was before. I really thought she was going mental. It didn't help either that father never came back home. She didn't stop at plates… she went on further until she found me as a satisfying something to take out her anger on.
I was defenseless and had no strength, then. I couldn't do anything. I hated seeing her like this. It was her anger that caused her to act the way she did… and I hated it… and feared it.
I guess that's why I was jumpy when I first became a newsie. I didn't exactly trust them right out… thinking that they'd suddenly change. Skittery, that's what I was. But everyone gets used to change, don't they?
Aaahh… I'm babbling again, aren't I? I'm so sorry… hah, you're just saying that so I wouldn't feel bad. But don't worry, I'm about to tell you my fear. Its anger. Yeah, I know, how can you be afraid of anger? I guess it's the effect it does on people… the violence and ugly monster that comes out of them when they become angry. Yeah, that's it. Come on; don't tell me that I wasn't the only one that saw Spot practically jump on Jack when he came as a scab. If it weren't for the other newsies and bulls that held him back, there would've been a really big fight that day.
So there it is. Anger. I know it may need some thinking to figure out why, but you're smart enough. It really doesn't take a genius to come up with the answer.
-Skittery
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Shout-outs
Sapphy - hahha, scary huh? yup, i thought so too. *snicker* haha yeah, i do fine in spelling and all but that word is just TOO hard to spell for me. i don't even think i can pronounce it!
BoogityWhup14 - ooh, okie dokie! *whipers* i won't tell anyone! lol.
FrenchGoyl - hahah, so i guess you can comfort mush then! btw, dya have an account here on ff.net?
OneConfusedNewsie - everybody's feeling so sad for mush! but i guess they SHOULD be, right? lol. *bad bad ershey*
Sagey - i know! *tear* but i'll make up for it, don't worry! *goes off and huggles mush* i wuffle you.
JustDuck - whoot! aren't you happy skittery went next? Earthquakes and snakes i can handle, but i hate needles too! being buried alive? never thought of that...