HAHA! Hello everyone again! Umm.I have a feeling no one checks up on the
story anymore! So I've decided to just..post anyway! Even if you aren't
reading! LoL !! the only way I know people read this is when you review! Or
email! And since I haven't gotten any email.or any new reviews for like a
week...i suppose no one's reading! But heres another chappie! For you, the
anonymous reviewers to read! And if you'd like to be in the story-email me!
If you want something to happen...or NOT happen.EMAIL ME!! LoL!
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"Sure, sure" I hit him in the shoulder. "HEY!" he said and pushed me back, for the second time that day I fell down, and I had only been awake for maybe 10 minutes tops.
I gave him a mean look, he laughed loudly and smiled, "I'se jist repayin you'se for what ya did at da restaurant"
"Sure, sure! So hey, what's the deal with Spot?"
"Deal, what deal? He's tha leada of Brooklyn, dat's his deal" Jack said laughing, "Hey, look, I got's ta get goin, I cant hang around all day, sellin papes aint exactly a callin"
I shrugged, "Well maybe I could hang around with you for the day? You know, maybe I could help you, I am quite the charmer if I may say so myself," I said grinning widely.
"Sure, dat'd be great actually, and I believe all'a New York has noticed your charming little self!" he threw his arms in the air and put them around my shoulders and we walked down the stair case giggling and laughing. We drew some stares from the other newsies but I really didn't mind, I had a friend, a friend! That's one more than I'd had ever in my life, and I was happy to have him as one.
We strolled around Brooklyn with fanciful ease, every once in a while I'd charm a guy into buying a paper for more, and it would go something like this:
ME: walking down the street with a heavy load of papers in my hands, (hmm clumsy me) drops all the papers and begins to, (hmm emotional me) cry. OH GOOD MALE PEDESTRIAN: runs over to crying ME "Oh miss are you alright? You took such a tumble! I thought, oh yes can I help you pick these up?" reaching down to pick them up ME: "Oh sir! Oh sir! My papers! Ruined! Ruined sir! Oh and I have nearly no money to go and buy new ones, what can I do? (producing more tears for effect) OH GOOD MALE PEDESTRAIN: grinning, "How much did all these newspapers cost?" ME: Oh, a good thirty cents! (again tears required) OH GOOD MALE PEDESTRIAN: "well then! I'll give you fifty cents for just one! And that should take care of you for the day!" ME: crack a smile and takes the money from the outstretched hand, "Oh thank you sir! You've saved the day!" (friends laughing obscenely in the background unheard by the idiot man) Well after I had tired of doing this around lunchtime, Jack and I went out to lunch near the docks to spend our money.
Ten minutes into the conversation a burly boy of 17 came up to us and gruffly stated, "Spot wants to see ya Jack," Jack nodded and headed off in the direction where he was pointing.
The burly boy didn't leave, he stared at me a moment, and then turned to my right and whistled. I stood up, this boy made me uneasy, and I could feel some tension mounting in my stomach, I heard a responding whistle, and my blood went cold.
John.
That was John's whistle.
A boy with shaggy black hair down to his eyebrows, vivid blue eyes and a heavily built frame strode from a near-by alley where I had heard the second whistle.
A slight smile upon his lips he said my alias name-"Jade I presume?" I backed away, his arm extended and grabbed my forearm. It was then I screamed. I hadn't screamed since I was five, the first time John had grabbed my arm, that day I had ended in tears, and with my parents in graves. I knew this day would only be slightly different.
Interested? Not interested? Think it's too soon? Want something else to happen? Well then email me!!!!! Teehee! And I really am serious.I want ideas.!
Jade Shintz
"Sure, sure" I hit him in the shoulder. "HEY!" he said and pushed me back, for the second time that day I fell down, and I had only been awake for maybe 10 minutes tops.
I gave him a mean look, he laughed loudly and smiled, "I'se jist repayin you'se for what ya did at da restaurant"
"Sure, sure! So hey, what's the deal with Spot?"
"Deal, what deal? He's tha leada of Brooklyn, dat's his deal" Jack said laughing, "Hey, look, I got's ta get goin, I cant hang around all day, sellin papes aint exactly a callin"
I shrugged, "Well maybe I could hang around with you for the day? You know, maybe I could help you, I am quite the charmer if I may say so myself," I said grinning widely.
"Sure, dat'd be great actually, and I believe all'a New York has noticed your charming little self!" he threw his arms in the air and put them around my shoulders and we walked down the stair case giggling and laughing. We drew some stares from the other newsies but I really didn't mind, I had a friend, a friend! That's one more than I'd had ever in my life, and I was happy to have him as one.
We strolled around Brooklyn with fanciful ease, every once in a while I'd charm a guy into buying a paper for more, and it would go something like this:
ME: walking down the street with a heavy load of papers in my hands, (hmm clumsy me) drops all the papers and begins to, (hmm emotional me) cry. OH GOOD MALE PEDESTRIAN: runs over to crying ME "Oh miss are you alright? You took such a tumble! I thought, oh yes can I help you pick these up?" reaching down to pick them up ME: "Oh sir! Oh sir! My papers! Ruined! Ruined sir! Oh and I have nearly no money to go and buy new ones, what can I do? (producing more tears for effect) OH GOOD MALE PEDESTRAIN: grinning, "How much did all these newspapers cost?" ME: Oh, a good thirty cents! (again tears required) OH GOOD MALE PEDESTRIAN: "well then! I'll give you fifty cents for just one! And that should take care of you for the day!" ME: crack a smile and takes the money from the outstretched hand, "Oh thank you sir! You've saved the day!" (friends laughing obscenely in the background unheard by the idiot man) Well after I had tired of doing this around lunchtime, Jack and I went out to lunch near the docks to spend our money.
Ten minutes into the conversation a burly boy of 17 came up to us and gruffly stated, "Spot wants to see ya Jack," Jack nodded and headed off in the direction where he was pointing.
The burly boy didn't leave, he stared at me a moment, and then turned to my right and whistled. I stood up, this boy made me uneasy, and I could feel some tension mounting in my stomach, I heard a responding whistle, and my blood went cold.
John.
That was John's whistle.
A boy with shaggy black hair down to his eyebrows, vivid blue eyes and a heavily built frame strode from a near-by alley where I had heard the second whistle.
A slight smile upon his lips he said my alias name-"Jade I presume?" I backed away, his arm extended and grabbed my forearm. It was then I screamed. I hadn't screamed since I was five, the first time John had grabbed my arm, that day I had ended in tears, and with my parents in graves. I knew this day would only be slightly different.
Interested? Not interested? Think it's too soon? Want something else to happen? Well then email me!!!!! Teehee! And I really am serious.I want ideas.!
Jade Shintz