Racetrack
The morning after my date, I woke up, got ready, and went outside. Kid Blink was yelling, "They jacked up the price! Didja hear that? Thirty cents a hundred!"
"We gotta figure out something to do." said Cowboy.
"What's going on, Shox?" I asked sleepily. "Who jacked up what price?"
"Well, it's about time you woke up!" she said. "Well, anyway, Pulitzer jacked up the price of the papes by thirty cents."
"We gotta figure out something to do." said Cowboy.
"Like what?" asked Davey. "Go on strike?" Uh-oh. This is not good.
"Yeah! We can go on a strike!" cried Jack.
"What are you, mad?" I yelled.
"Seriously!" Shox added. "Pulitzer would beat us by a mile!"
"It's a good idea!" shouted Cowboy. "Do you just wanna take what they give us, or do you wanna strike?"
Silence. A very long, awkward silence. Then Les broke the silence.
"Strike!" he called.
"Okay, then listen!" shouted Cowboy. Everyone shut their mouths.
"Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect the rights of the working boys…"
"And girls!" Shox called
"Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect the rights of the working boys and girls of New York!"
"Yeah!" everyone shouted back. Then Cowboy got into this long speech about us going on strike and being a Union, and that we had to be ambassadors. As ambassadors, we had to go to different parts of New York to tell all the other newsies about the strike so that they could help us.
"I'll go to Brooklyn with Davey, Racetrack, and Shox." Cowboy told us. Everyone else picked where they were going. At least I get to go with Shox, I thought. But what would Spot Conlon think about me having Shox as a girlfriend?
"Come on Race! We're leaving now!" Shox called after me. I ran back up to them and we started on our way to Brooklyn, to Spot Conlon, and to (hopefully) more newsies in our Union.