I looked inside and saw a large room filled with bunk beds, I also saw a
large number of guys, and a scattered handful of girls.
They were all dressed alike, dirty and thinly, main colors being green, brown and beige that used to be white. A spasm possessed Spots hand and he dropped it as soon as he heard Jack's call amongst the crowd of newsies.
I looked about the room, I saw a couple kissing in the corner, a poker game in the middle of the room, and a few doors going off to the side, probably the washroom.
"Hey der Spot, what you'se been up to?" said a tall, lanky brunette approaching us with a knowing smile.
Recognition played in his eyes and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Since when did you'se cah what I'se been up ta Pictah?"
She strode close to him and elbowed me out of her way in my already bruised stomach; I grimaced and left the pair, not willing to listen to whatever she was going to say. I saw Jack talking to one of the girls, and with a backward glance at Spot and Picture, I walked over.
Jack's wide spread grin grew when he saw me walking over, "Heya Jade, Spot bring you'se ovah heah?" I nodded.
"Dis is Boid, da most infamous goil newsie in Manhattan," he introduced me, "Boid, dis is Jade from Brooklyn, Jade meet Boid."
I held my hand out to shake, Bird ignored it and swept me into a hug, too tight of a hug and I again grimaced at the unwanted contact with my numerous back bruises.
"Nice ta meet you'se Jade, Jade is dat your nick name?" she had a smooth voice, though with the New York accent it was fragmented, I could tell she wasn't originally from New York.
She had luminous brown eyes, and light brown wispy hair, a short nose, and elongated eyebrows, that reminded me of a hawk. Her mouth was set in a playful smile, she had large and full lips, I could tell, this was the reason for her infamous nature amongst the boys.
"Sure it's a nick name, I mean, it isn't my real name, so.yea I guess it is a nick name," I need to work on not rambling when I talk.
"Well it's notta very good name now is it?" she said he smile getting bigger. Jack looked from me to Bird, then back to me.
His eyes suddenly lost focus and where staring beyond us, I turned to look, Colleen had just emerged from the washroom.
She shook her head to move the unruly brown curly hair out of her face, when it didn't work she made a look of disgust and threw it over her shoulder, knocking Blink and Race in the face as she crossed the front door to her bunk. Races cigar was pulled from his mouth and hung, dangling in Colleen's massive amount of hair.
I laughed, but Jack ran towards Colleen, then it hit my nose, the disgusting smell of burning hair. A small amount of smoke was coming from her back and she began clearing off her bed.
Jack reached her and threw her on her bunk bed, "JACK WHAT DA HELL!?" she cried as he started rolling her on the bed trying to put out the smoldering flames building in her hair.
"AHA!" he yelled as he picked up the stub of the cigar from her hair, "Dis was in your haih," he said triumphantly, like a hero waiting for his congressional medal of honor.
"What da HELL Jack! Why didn't you'se jus pick it outa me haih! Why did ja have ta trow me on da bed! Ya squished me dinah ya dumb ass!" she yelled in his face holding a squashed sandwich.
Jack looked considerably deflated, he threw the stub back at Race and walked defeated to his bunk and sat down, he looked more like a scolded child then the leader of the Manhattan newsies that was supposed to protect me from John.
Laughter echoed throughout the room as Colleen continued her tirade of accusations to all the options he had besides throwing her on her bed and rolling her around.
Jack seemed to sink into his bed, the more she yelled at how stupid it was, the more he diminished in size it seemed.
She finally just blew out a large puff of air and stopped talking, her cheeks where red from yelling and her anger, but then I noticed something else, remorse. And then, regret, slowly I saw it changing into torment, she really did like Jack, and now I supposed was worrying that he could never like her after what she had just said to him.
I looked back at Bird, she was staring at Jack, oh no.love triangle. I hate love triangles.
They were all dressed alike, dirty and thinly, main colors being green, brown and beige that used to be white. A spasm possessed Spots hand and he dropped it as soon as he heard Jack's call amongst the crowd of newsies.
I looked about the room, I saw a couple kissing in the corner, a poker game in the middle of the room, and a few doors going off to the side, probably the washroom.
"Hey der Spot, what you'se been up to?" said a tall, lanky brunette approaching us with a knowing smile.
Recognition played in his eyes and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Since when did you'se cah what I'se been up ta Pictah?"
She strode close to him and elbowed me out of her way in my already bruised stomach; I grimaced and left the pair, not willing to listen to whatever she was going to say. I saw Jack talking to one of the girls, and with a backward glance at Spot and Picture, I walked over.
Jack's wide spread grin grew when he saw me walking over, "Heya Jade, Spot bring you'se ovah heah?" I nodded.
"Dis is Boid, da most infamous goil newsie in Manhattan," he introduced me, "Boid, dis is Jade from Brooklyn, Jade meet Boid."
I held my hand out to shake, Bird ignored it and swept me into a hug, too tight of a hug and I again grimaced at the unwanted contact with my numerous back bruises.
"Nice ta meet you'se Jade, Jade is dat your nick name?" she had a smooth voice, though with the New York accent it was fragmented, I could tell she wasn't originally from New York.
She had luminous brown eyes, and light brown wispy hair, a short nose, and elongated eyebrows, that reminded me of a hawk. Her mouth was set in a playful smile, she had large and full lips, I could tell, this was the reason for her infamous nature amongst the boys.
"Sure it's a nick name, I mean, it isn't my real name, so.yea I guess it is a nick name," I need to work on not rambling when I talk.
"Well it's notta very good name now is it?" she said he smile getting bigger. Jack looked from me to Bird, then back to me.
His eyes suddenly lost focus and where staring beyond us, I turned to look, Colleen had just emerged from the washroom.
She shook her head to move the unruly brown curly hair out of her face, when it didn't work she made a look of disgust and threw it over her shoulder, knocking Blink and Race in the face as she crossed the front door to her bunk. Races cigar was pulled from his mouth and hung, dangling in Colleen's massive amount of hair.
I laughed, but Jack ran towards Colleen, then it hit my nose, the disgusting smell of burning hair. A small amount of smoke was coming from her back and she began clearing off her bed.
Jack reached her and threw her on her bunk bed, "JACK WHAT DA HELL!?" she cried as he started rolling her on the bed trying to put out the smoldering flames building in her hair.
"AHA!" he yelled as he picked up the stub of the cigar from her hair, "Dis was in your haih," he said triumphantly, like a hero waiting for his congressional medal of honor.
"What da HELL Jack! Why didn't you'se jus pick it outa me haih! Why did ja have ta trow me on da bed! Ya squished me dinah ya dumb ass!" she yelled in his face holding a squashed sandwich.
Jack looked considerably deflated, he threw the stub back at Race and walked defeated to his bunk and sat down, he looked more like a scolded child then the leader of the Manhattan newsies that was supposed to protect me from John.
Laughter echoed throughout the room as Colleen continued her tirade of accusations to all the options he had besides throwing her on her bed and rolling her around.
Jack seemed to sink into his bed, the more she yelled at how stupid it was, the more he diminished in size it seemed.
She finally just blew out a large puff of air and stopped talking, her cheeks where red from yelling and her anger, but then I noticed something else, remorse. And then, regret, slowly I saw it changing into torment, she really did like Jack, and now I supposed was worrying that he could never like her after what she had just said to him.
I looked back at Bird, she was staring at Jack, oh no.love triangle. I hate love triangles.