Ack! I'm overwhelmed with reviews! I kepp forgetting my disclaimer so
this is it for the rest of the story:
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I was, I am not the owner of Newies. Disney owns Newsies (except the ones that were NOT in the movie). But if Disney EVER decides that they don't want Newsies anymore...well, I'm sure they know where to find me, Disney knows EVERYTHING.
FigmentFreak: Danke for the review!
Moon: I'm sure your new story will be good, but remember that if Danger isnt updated soon, I'll cry!
m-e lee12: yeah, my writing prgram is set so that it changes some words and it kept changing newsie to newsy, I thought I changed them all back but I guess I missed a few. Jenna isn't faking the accent, her character is based partially on me and I have a tendancy to pick up accents really quickly, like when I watched Newsies for the second time, I started talking in the New York accent, but I caught myself and stopped.
Moon (again): succeEd
FigmentFreak (again): I'm glad you like it!
Attempted Escape
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People stared as the woman who was so obviously rich and of high stature dragged the little streetrat girl around by her wrist. She was in a hurry, and didn't bother with "Pardon me" or even "MOVE!", she just shoved right past the crowds, pushing a person or two down onto the ground without apologizing. Before she knew it, Jenna was being pulled through the door of her old home, where she was greeted less than warmly by her sister, who had grown more like their mother in Jenna's absence.
"You've found her! What is she wearing? It looks as though she hasn't bathed in weeks! And her hair, when was the last time she brushed it?" Maria followed her mother while she dragged Jenna up the stairs and into the washroom. She proceeded to strip Jenna of her clothes while their mother filled the washtub with water.
She shooed Maria out of the room and dumped Jenna into the washtub where she began to scrub her skin raw.
"I wash meself, I don't need you'se to do it!" But this didn't help, it only made her scrub harder. Soon Jenna's skin was searing with pain and had turned red. When this happened, the woman dunked her daughter's head under the water and washed her hair with just as much force.
"Maria!" Her mother screamed. Maria hesitantly poked her head through the door. "Get Jenna a suitable dress for a dinner party and then go inform all of our neighbors that they are cordially invited to a welcoming Jenna home dinner. NOW." Maria scurried to obey and brought back a powder blue dress covered in frills.
"I aint wearin' that!" Jenna had grown bolder in her few days with the Brooklyn newsies and she openly defied her mother.
"When did 'aint' become part of your vocabulary? The proper thing to say would be aren't wearING that, and yes you are wearing this. Now put it on!" She roughly handed her the dress and stormed out of the room, leaving Jenna alone.
"Fine," She mumbled, "I'll put on ya lousy dress, but I AINT stayin' here for longer than I hafta."
"Ladies and gentleman, thankyou for coming tonight. I had our cook prepare a special dinner for you all to welcome back my youngest daughter Jenna! And here she is!" Jenna walked into the room looking very uncomfortable in the fancy dress. She had her hair pinned into a fancy bun and would have looked lovely if not for the scowl on her face. Jenna took her seat on her Father's left hand side, right by her Mother, who would be sure she behaved.
The first course came and the people around the table began to chatter, occasionally asking Jenna questions that she refused to answer, such as: "Aren't you glad to be home Jenna?" or "Didn't you miss your family?". By the time the third course rolled around, everyone had given up on talking to Jenna and held conversations amongst themselves.
The dinner ended three hours later, but to Jenna it seemed like days. She had only been away from them for less than a day, but already she missed Spot, Slick and the rest of the newsies.
Spot and Slick. She felt a pang in her stomach when she thought of them. She missed Spot's egotistical attitude and the way he lost poker games 'on purpose' so that he wouldn't take everyone's money. She missed the way he took care of Smalls and tried to keep him from getting into any serious trouble. She missed the slingshot lessons on the roof. And Slick, she had only known her for a day, but she was the first person to learn she was a girl and she had done her best to keep the secret.
But Jenna was stuck with her biological family now, and she didn't doubt that her mother would hold to the threat she had given earlier. She didn't doubt it one bit, but that didn't mean she was just going to stay there, she was going try and leave again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (AN: When she's with her mother and sister she'll be known as Jenna, but with the newsies she Hook., k?)
Spot made Slick sell the rest of her papers as well as Hook's and then meet him at Jake's Diner where they would try and form a plan to get Hook out of there.
"We gotta find out where she lives." Slick was the first to speak.
"I know where she lives." Spot answered and Slick gave him a questioning look. "She got lost on the Brooklyn Bridge and I'se 'ad to walk 'er 'ome." He said, laughing at the memory. "I called 'er Bird then, cuz she sings like one." He caught himself and stopped talking, it would sound to Slick as though he liked Hook as more then a friend.
'Maybe I do.' He thought, 'Naw, I can't! I barely know 'er! Dis don't matter right now, I should be thinkin' 'bout how to get 'er back.'
Slick had similar thoughts, 'Could he possibly like 'er?I'm supposed to be 'is goil. Argh, why am I'se bein' so selfish, I should be concentrating on getting 'er back heah.'
Spot had made sure that none of the other boys knew that Hook was a girl, if, no, WHEN, she got back, she would probably want to tell them herself. He had also made it clear that he and Slick were not to be disturbed while they thought.
"This is jist too complicated!" Slick stated, almost ready to give up. But Slick's negative attitude didn't affect Spot, he was determined to get Hook back. If not because she was his friend, then because everyone should have a say as to where and how they lived their life.
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"Well that didn't go as well as I had hoped." Jenna's mother huffed, "You could have at least made an effort to SEEM human!" she began to get angry and yell. "You didn't talk to one person through the entire dinner with the exception of when you asked Mrs. Brinderwell to 'Pass da rolls.' and even that seemed un-civilized!" She shook her head with exasperation. "What happened to you?" She left Jenna standing by the window in her room, alone.
'I can get out!' she realized, the accent she had picked up on the streets beginning to fade. Jenna opened the window and began to climb out just as she had only four days earlier.
"How did I know you would try that? Do you take me for a complete moron? Did you think I would really just leave you completely alone with a window through which you could leave?" It seemed as though her mother hadn't really left he ralone, had merely stood outside the door, waiting for Jenna to try something.
She called Jenna's father into the room and he entered with nails and a hammer. When he began to nail shut the window, Jenna's heart fell momentarily. 'I can still escape through the front door!' But her hopes were dashed yet again when her parents left, shutting and locking Jenna's bedroom door.
And so she gave up. Her mother had always won in the past, why should it change now? Jenna changed into her night gown and fell onto her bed, tears filling her eyes.
'Maybe this life won't be so bad. Maybe I could just forget about Spot and Socks and Dog and Slick and Smalls.' Streams of salt water fell down her face now, 'I'm stuck here aren't I?'
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Woo, that was a real short chappie. Just thought I would let you guys know that I probably wont be able to update daily since im going back to school in two days, *tear, tear*. Survey time : Who thinks that Spot and Hook should end up together?
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I was, I am not the owner of Newies. Disney owns Newsies (except the ones that were NOT in the movie). But if Disney EVER decides that they don't want Newsies anymore...well, I'm sure they know where to find me, Disney knows EVERYTHING.
FigmentFreak: Danke for the review!
Moon: I'm sure your new story will be good, but remember that if Danger isnt updated soon, I'll cry!
m-e lee12: yeah, my writing prgram is set so that it changes some words and it kept changing newsie to newsy, I thought I changed them all back but I guess I missed a few. Jenna isn't faking the accent, her character is based partially on me and I have a tendancy to pick up accents really quickly, like when I watched Newsies for the second time, I started talking in the New York accent, but I caught myself and stopped.
Moon (again): succeEd
FigmentFreak (again): I'm glad you like it!
Attempted Escape
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
People stared as the woman who was so obviously rich and of high stature dragged the little streetrat girl around by her wrist. She was in a hurry, and didn't bother with "Pardon me" or even "MOVE!", she just shoved right past the crowds, pushing a person or two down onto the ground without apologizing. Before she knew it, Jenna was being pulled through the door of her old home, where she was greeted less than warmly by her sister, who had grown more like their mother in Jenna's absence.
"You've found her! What is she wearing? It looks as though she hasn't bathed in weeks! And her hair, when was the last time she brushed it?" Maria followed her mother while she dragged Jenna up the stairs and into the washroom. She proceeded to strip Jenna of her clothes while their mother filled the washtub with water.
She shooed Maria out of the room and dumped Jenna into the washtub where she began to scrub her skin raw.
"I wash meself, I don't need you'se to do it!" But this didn't help, it only made her scrub harder. Soon Jenna's skin was searing with pain and had turned red. When this happened, the woman dunked her daughter's head under the water and washed her hair with just as much force.
"Maria!" Her mother screamed. Maria hesitantly poked her head through the door. "Get Jenna a suitable dress for a dinner party and then go inform all of our neighbors that they are cordially invited to a welcoming Jenna home dinner. NOW." Maria scurried to obey and brought back a powder blue dress covered in frills.
"I aint wearin' that!" Jenna had grown bolder in her few days with the Brooklyn newsies and she openly defied her mother.
"When did 'aint' become part of your vocabulary? The proper thing to say would be aren't wearING that, and yes you are wearing this. Now put it on!" She roughly handed her the dress and stormed out of the room, leaving Jenna alone.
"Fine," She mumbled, "I'll put on ya lousy dress, but I AINT stayin' here for longer than I hafta."
"Ladies and gentleman, thankyou for coming tonight. I had our cook prepare a special dinner for you all to welcome back my youngest daughter Jenna! And here she is!" Jenna walked into the room looking very uncomfortable in the fancy dress. She had her hair pinned into a fancy bun and would have looked lovely if not for the scowl on her face. Jenna took her seat on her Father's left hand side, right by her Mother, who would be sure she behaved.
The first course came and the people around the table began to chatter, occasionally asking Jenna questions that she refused to answer, such as: "Aren't you glad to be home Jenna?" or "Didn't you miss your family?". By the time the third course rolled around, everyone had given up on talking to Jenna and held conversations amongst themselves.
The dinner ended three hours later, but to Jenna it seemed like days. She had only been away from them for less than a day, but already she missed Spot, Slick and the rest of the newsies.
Spot and Slick. She felt a pang in her stomach when she thought of them. She missed Spot's egotistical attitude and the way he lost poker games 'on purpose' so that he wouldn't take everyone's money. She missed the way he took care of Smalls and tried to keep him from getting into any serious trouble. She missed the slingshot lessons on the roof. And Slick, she had only known her for a day, but she was the first person to learn she was a girl and she had done her best to keep the secret.
But Jenna was stuck with her biological family now, and she didn't doubt that her mother would hold to the threat she had given earlier. She didn't doubt it one bit, but that didn't mean she was just going to stay there, she was going try and leave again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (AN: When she's with her mother and sister she'll be known as Jenna, but with the newsies she Hook., k?)
Spot made Slick sell the rest of her papers as well as Hook's and then meet him at Jake's Diner where they would try and form a plan to get Hook out of there.
"We gotta find out where she lives." Slick was the first to speak.
"I know where she lives." Spot answered and Slick gave him a questioning look. "She got lost on the Brooklyn Bridge and I'se 'ad to walk 'er 'ome." He said, laughing at the memory. "I called 'er Bird then, cuz she sings like one." He caught himself and stopped talking, it would sound to Slick as though he liked Hook as more then a friend.
'Maybe I do.' He thought, 'Naw, I can't! I barely know 'er! Dis don't matter right now, I should be thinkin' 'bout how to get 'er back.'
Slick had similar thoughts, 'Could he possibly like 'er?I'm supposed to be 'is goil. Argh, why am I'se bein' so selfish, I should be concentrating on getting 'er back heah.'
Spot had made sure that none of the other boys knew that Hook was a girl, if, no, WHEN, she got back, she would probably want to tell them herself. He had also made it clear that he and Slick were not to be disturbed while they thought.
"This is jist too complicated!" Slick stated, almost ready to give up. But Slick's negative attitude didn't affect Spot, he was determined to get Hook back. If not because she was his friend, then because everyone should have a say as to where and how they lived their life.
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"Well that didn't go as well as I had hoped." Jenna's mother huffed, "You could have at least made an effort to SEEM human!" she began to get angry and yell. "You didn't talk to one person through the entire dinner with the exception of when you asked Mrs. Brinderwell to 'Pass da rolls.' and even that seemed un-civilized!" She shook her head with exasperation. "What happened to you?" She left Jenna standing by the window in her room, alone.
'I can get out!' she realized, the accent she had picked up on the streets beginning to fade. Jenna opened the window and began to climb out just as she had only four days earlier.
"How did I know you would try that? Do you take me for a complete moron? Did you think I would really just leave you completely alone with a window through which you could leave?" It seemed as though her mother hadn't really left he ralone, had merely stood outside the door, waiting for Jenna to try something.
She called Jenna's father into the room and he entered with nails and a hammer. When he began to nail shut the window, Jenna's heart fell momentarily. 'I can still escape through the front door!' But her hopes were dashed yet again when her parents left, shutting and locking Jenna's bedroom door.
And so she gave up. Her mother had always won in the past, why should it change now? Jenna changed into her night gown and fell onto her bed, tears filling her eyes.
'Maybe this life won't be so bad. Maybe I could just forget about Spot and Socks and Dog and Slick and Smalls.' Streams of salt water fell down her face now, 'I'm stuck here aren't I?'
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Woo, that was a real short chappie. Just thought I would let you guys know that I probably wont be able to update daily since im going back to school in two days, *tear, tear*. Survey time : Who thinks that Spot and Hook should end up together?