Chapter Seven
Foist Day On Da Job
Rhythm woke up to the sound of Kloppman's voice. Everyone groaned except her. She tried to sit up but cursed in pain.
"Youse are gonna be sore for a while," Jack said helping her out of bed.
"Thanks," she said while wincing. "So what are we's gonna do taday?"
"Sell papers" Jack said with an air of sarcasm.
"Well sorry You Majesty," said Rhythm; every word that came out of her mouth was dripping with sarcasm.
They all got dressed and went to the DO.
"How many papers should I get?" Rhythm asked Jack.
"Trity."
"Trity please," Rhythm said to the man behind the desk, "Thanks jack ass."
"Ok Rhythm youse is going to sell wit Race taday" Jack stated and they were off.
"So where are youse from?" Race asked Rhythm as they were walking to the racetracks.
"Well me dad left me mom when she was pregnant with me. After I's was born she began to dance at clubs, and she taught me every move she new. She died when I's was six and I lived in the streets in Queens until I's was thirteen. I's began to sing and dance at the local clubs. Until I was caught stealing from a fruit vender and then I was sent to a refuge. I's was da only goil dere and I's didn't have any friends. Da asshole who owned it started to put moves on me, if youse know what I mean." Race nodded and she continued. "Well I didn't do what he wanted so he's beat me. When I was old enough to fight back I did, and one night I escaped. I started living on the streets, until the police started looking for me, so I ran. I ran all the way to Manhattan and started to sing on the streets. One day, about a month ago, I's ran into Medda and she offered me a job and I accepted it, and yesterday is when I's met Jack and all a youse."
"Oh," was all Race could say; she had a rough past.
Once they got to the tracks Race started to show Rhythm how to sell newspapers. In two hours Rhythm was done with her papers and helped Race with his. When they were done they headed for Tibby's. Rhythm was very fond of Race and after three hours she felt like she knew him all her life and could trust him with anything.
When they reached Tibby's they were both laughing so hard that Rhythm was leaning on Race for support. Race had told her an extremely funny joke. They entered the diner. Rhythm sat in between Blink and Race. At their table there were six boys that Rhythm didn't know.
"Oh Rhythm youse don't know Spot and his boiys do youse?" asked Blink.
"No," Rhythm plainly said.
"Well dis is Upper Cut, Hook, Smirk, Storm, and Eight Ball. Oh ya and dis is," the only boy left to name cut Blink off.
"Spot, da leada a da Brooklyn newsies," Spot said with a hint of arrogance.
"Is dat supposed ta mean something to me?" said Rhythm taking a sip of Race's drink. Spot was taken aback; no one had ever spoken to him like that.
"Ya dat is supposed a mean youse got ta respect me!"
"I's don't gotta do anything." Rhythm said and everyone at the table gaped at her; no one ever spoke to Spot Conlon like that. And with that she started to walk out of Tibby's, but Spot grabbed her around the waist (where she was hurt) and she screamed in pain and punched Spot in the jaw. He let go of her and Rhythm ran out of the diner and back to the LH. Jack and Race followed her.
Rhythm lie on her bed crying in pain when Race and Jack walked in. Race went to get more bandages and water and Jack sat down next to Rhythm. She looked up at him and hugged him. Then she started to cry into his shirt. "That's another shirt I's ruined," she said when she had calm down. By that time Race had come back.
Take youse shirt off" Jack instructed. When she was done he undid the bandages and washed the dried and wet blood off of her.
"What da hell is dat?" Race asked as he pointed to the tattoo.
"It's a tattoo, what else is it gonna be, a hicky?" said Jack.
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Foist Day On Da Job
Rhythm woke up to the sound of Kloppman's voice. Everyone groaned except her. She tried to sit up but cursed in pain.
"Youse are gonna be sore for a while," Jack said helping her out of bed.
"Thanks," she said while wincing. "So what are we's gonna do taday?"
"Sell papers" Jack said with an air of sarcasm.
"Well sorry You Majesty," said Rhythm; every word that came out of her mouth was dripping with sarcasm.
They all got dressed and went to the DO.
"How many papers should I get?" Rhythm asked Jack.
"Trity."
"Trity please," Rhythm said to the man behind the desk, "Thanks jack ass."
"Ok Rhythm youse is going to sell wit Race taday" Jack stated and they were off.
"So where are youse from?" Race asked Rhythm as they were walking to the racetracks.
"Well me dad left me mom when she was pregnant with me. After I's was born she began to dance at clubs, and she taught me every move she new. She died when I's was six and I lived in the streets in Queens until I's was thirteen. I's began to sing and dance at the local clubs. Until I was caught stealing from a fruit vender and then I was sent to a refuge. I's was da only goil dere and I's didn't have any friends. Da asshole who owned it started to put moves on me, if youse know what I mean." Race nodded and she continued. "Well I didn't do what he wanted so he's beat me. When I was old enough to fight back I did, and one night I escaped. I started living on the streets, until the police started looking for me, so I ran. I ran all the way to Manhattan and started to sing on the streets. One day, about a month ago, I's ran into Medda and she offered me a job and I accepted it, and yesterday is when I's met Jack and all a youse."
"Oh," was all Race could say; she had a rough past.
Once they got to the tracks Race started to show Rhythm how to sell newspapers. In two hours Rhythm was done with her papers and helped Race with his. When they were done they headed for Tibby's. Rhythm was very fond of Race and after three hours she felt like she knew him all her life and could trust him with anything.
When they reached Tibby's they were both laughing so hard that Rhythm was leaning on Race for support. Race had told her an extremely funny joke. They entered the diner. Rhythm sat in between Blink and Race. At their table there were six boys that Rhythm didn't know.
"Oh Rhythm youse don't know Spot and his boiys do youse?" asked Blink.
"No," Rhythm plainly said.
"Well dis is Upper Cut, Hook, Smirk, Storm, and Eight Ball. Oh ya and dis is," the only boy left to name cut Blink off.
"Spot, da leada a da Brooklyn newsies," Spot said with a hint of arrogance.
"Is dat supposed ta mean something to me?" said Rhythm taking a sip of Race's drink. Spot was taken aback; no one had ever spoken to him like that.
"Ya dat is supposed a mean youse got ta respect me!"
"I's don't gotta do anything." Rhythm said and everyone at the table gaped at her; no one ever spoke to Spot Conlon like that. And with that she started to walk out of Tibby's, but Spot grabbed her around the waist (where she was hurt) and she screamed in pain and punched Spot in the jaw. He let go of her and Rhythm ran out of the diner and back to the LH. Jack and Race followed her.
Rhythm lie on her bed crying in pain when Race and Jack walked in. Race went to get more bandages and water and Jack sat down next to Rhythm. She looked up at him and hugged him. Then she started to cry into his shirt. "That's another shirt I's ruined," she said when she had calm down. By that time Race had come back.
Take youse shirt off" Jack instructed. When she was done he undid the bandages and washed the dried and wet blood off of her.
"What da hell is dat?" Race asked as he pointed to the tattoo.
"It's a tattoo, what else is it gonna be, a hicky?" said Jack.
A/N: You should no what to do bye now!! But I will tell ya just in case, CLICK THE REVIEW BUTTON AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!!! Thanks, Until next time, BYE!!!