Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies, Disney does, and I don't own Wizard of
Oz, someone else does. Everyone else owns themselves. I own Fantasy, and
that's it.
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"Here's the food you wanted, Kloppy," Fantasy said as she walked into the loding house.
"Thanks," Kloppman said.
"Do ya want me ta go up?" She asked, pointing to the stairs.
"Yeah, I'm sure that they need more help."
"Alright." Fantasy walked toward the stairs, but didn't want to go up yet. She sat down on the bottom step and thought about everything that had happened since new year's. Everyone had thought that it would be a better year, they had all still been in high hopes since the strike. But that had proved to be wrong.
It was the starting of February, and already something bad happened. Some disease was going around, and had made so many people sick. Fantasy thought about all the people who were sick now: Crutchy, Skittery, Itey, Jake, Mush, and Jack, who was really sick. They had had to call a doctor a few times for him, and he was getting worse.
When it had started, everyone had wanted to help, and nurse them. So Kloppman had pulled straws, and some people stayed, and the others went to the girls' lodging house. At times, she wished she had gone back to the girl's lodging house, but most of the time she was glad she got to stay. But right now, she was tired; she hadn't been getting a lot of sleep.
Suddenly, she heard a bang from over by Kloppman. Thinking something happened to him, Fantasy rushed over by the desk. He was fine, but standing there was Spot and Race, holding Snipeshooter.
"Is he sick, too?" Kloppman asked.
"Yeah." Spot said. "Do youse want us ta put him in a bed?"
"Yeah, come on, I'll show ya where ta put 'im." Fantasy said. She led them upstairs and over to a bunk. "Here, lay 'im down."
Tragic walked over. "Not another one?" she asked.
"Yeah." Race answered. "Do youse guys need more help? Dere ain't alot of ya here."
"Yeah, we could use da help!" Cocky exclaimed, walking up.
"No, we're fine." Strider said, glaring at Cocky. "We don't need more people getting sick."
"We need da help, though." Fantasy stated. And they did. The only people there were her, Tragic, Cocky, Strider, Snitch, Dutchy, and Kid Blink.
"Just let 'em stay. Kloppy will, and with Snipes sick now, it makes eight, and dere's only seven of us here to take care of dem. Well, dere's Kloppy, but he just makes da food." Kid said.
"I guess. Why don't you go back and get yer stuff?" Tragic said. "We'll get Snipes comfortable while yer gone."
"Alright, we'll be back soon." Race said. He and Spot left the room.
"Can I have somethin ta drink?"
"Who said dat?" Cocky asked.
"Snipes! Yer awake! Sure, I'll get ya somethin ta drink." Snitch left and came back a minute later with some water.
"Thanks." he said, taking the glass.
"Ok, so what hoits?" Fantasy asked, sitting on the bed.
"Me head and stomach." Snipeshooter answered.
"Dat's it?" Snitch asked.
"Yeah."
Dutchy went to get the medicine. Fantasy stayed with him as he drank it, and everyone else went to take care of the other "patients".
~*~
It was getting dark when Race and Spot got back. They had brought dinner from Tibby's for everyone. It was the best food they'd had in awhile, and they were happy, which made it taste better. Jack's fever had dropped, it looked like he'd get better! And everyone else was awake, and eating the soup they had brought back. They were all contented when they were finished, and sat quietly. Suddenly, Snipeshooter broke the silence.
"Hey, Fantasy, tell us a story."
She smiled. "Ok, what would you like to hear?"
"Anything. Just something good."
"Alright." She tried to think of a good story, one that wasn't sad. "Did I ever tell you the story of how Dorothy went to Oz?"
They had all heard the story, but it was everyone's favorite.
"Well, one day......." Everything was quiet as they listened to the story.
~*~
A week later, everyone was still doing good. Jack was much better, he had started to eat by himself already.
That night, Fantasy was walking into her room. She wasn't feeling too good. Her head had been hurting all day, and she hadn't been able to eat anything, it had made her feel like she was going to puke. As much as she hated to admit it, she thought she was getting sick. She layed down in her bed, and closed her eyes. 'I'll just sleep a little, then I'll feel better...' she thought.
~*~
But she didn't feel better when she woke up. She didn't even wake up. She was sick, VERY sick. Kid found her the next morning, and she was burning up. They had to call a doctor....
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Alright, I wrote this a LONG time ago, over a year ago. I sent it out to the NML, but I didn't like it enough at the time to put it up on here. But now I've decided to try it out, see what you all think. I have six chapters written out already, so I'm getting them all up now. Enjoy them, and PLEASE review!!
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"Here's the food you wanted, Kloppy," Fantasy said as she walked into the loding house.
"Thanks," Kloppman said.
"Do ya want me ta go up?" She asked, pointing to the stairs.
"Yeah, I'm sure that they need more help."
"Alright." Fantasy walked toward the stairs, but didn't want to go up yet. She sat down on the bottom step and thought about everything that had happened since new year's. Everyone had thought that it would be a better year, they had all still been in high hopes since the strike. But that had proved to be wrong.
It was the starting of February, and already something bad happened. Some disease was going around, and had made so many people sick. Fantasy thought about all the people who were sick now: Crutchy, Skittery, Itey, Jake, Mush, and Jack, who was really sick. They had had to call a doctor a few times for him, and he was getting worse.
When it had started, everyone had wanted to help, and nurse them. So Kloppman had pulled straws, and some people stayed, and the others went to the girls' lodging house. At times, she wished she had gone back to the girl's lodging house, but most of the time she was glad she got to stay. But right now, she was tired; she hadn't been getting a lot of sleep.
Suddenly, she heard a bang from over by Kloppman. Thinking something happened to him, Fantasy rushed over by the desk. He was fine, but standing there was Spot and Race, holding Snipeshooter.
"Is he sick, too?" Kloppman asked.
"Yeah." Spot said. "Do youse want us ta put him in a bed?"
"Yeah, come on, I'll show ya where ta put 'im." Fantasy said. She led them upstairs and over to a bunk. "Here, lay 'im down."
Tragic walked over. "Not another one?" she asked.
"Yeah." Race answered. "Do youse guys need more help? Dere ain't alot of ya here."
"Yeah, we could use da help!" Cocky exclaimed, walking up.
"No, we're fine." Strider said, glaring at Cocky. "We don't need more people getting sick."
"We need da help, though." Fantasy stated. And they did. The only people there were her, Tragic, Cocky, Strider, Snitch, Dutchy, and Kid Blink.
"Just let 'em stay. Kloppy will, and with Snipes sick now, it makes eight, and dere's only seven of us here to take care of dem. Well, dere's Kloppy, but he just makes da food." Kid said.
"I guess. Why don't you go back and get yer stuff?" Tragic said. "We'll get Snipes comfortable while yer gone."
"Alright, we'll be back soon." Race said. He and Spot left the room.
"Can I have somethin ta drink?"
"Who said dat?" Cocky asked.
"Snipes! Yer awake! Sure, I'll get ya somethin ta drink." Snitch left and came back a minute later with some water.
"Thanks." he said, taking the glass.
"Ok, so what hoits?" Fantasy asked, sitting on the bed.
"Me head and stomach." Snipeshooter answered.
"Dat's it?" Snitch asked.
"Yeah."
Dutchy went to get the medicine. Fantasy stayed with him as he drank it, and everyone else went to take care of the other "patients".
~*~
It was getting dark when Race and Spot got back. They had brought dinner from Tibby's for everyone. It was the best food they'd had in awhile, and they were happy, which made it taste better. Jack's fever had dropped, it looked like he'd get better! And everyone else was awake, and eating the soup they had brought back. They were all contented when they were finished, and sat quietly. Suddenly, Snipeshooter broke the silence.
"Hey, Fantasy, tell us a story."
She smiled. "Ok, what would you like to hear?"
"Anything. Just something good."
"Alright." She tried to think of a good story, one that wasn't sad. "Did I ever tell you the story of how Dorothy went to Oz?"
They had all heard the story, but it was everyone's favorite.
"Well, one day......." Everything was quiet as they listened to the story.
~*~
A week later, everyone was still doing good. Jack was much better, he had started to eat by himself already.
That night, Fantasy was walking into her room. She wasn't feeling too good. Her head had been hurting all day, and she hadn't been able to eat anything, it had made her feel like she was going to puke. As much as she hated to admit it, she thought she was getting sick. She layed down in her bed, and closed her eyes. 'I'll just sleep a little, then I'll feel better...' she thought.
~*~
But she didn't feel better when she woke up. She didn't even wake up. She was sick, VERY sick. Kid found her the next morning, and she was burning up. They had to call a doctor....
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Alright, I wrote this a LONG time ago, over a year ago. I sent it out to the NML, but I didn't like it enough at the time to put it up on here. But now I've decided to try it out, see what you all think. I have six chapters written out already, so I'm getting them all up now. Enjoy them, and PLEASE review!!
