Disclaimer: I do not own newsies (Disney does), or the characters in
newsies. I do own MY charactors, and this plot...blahblah you know the drill
Shout outs!!!!
Lady of the Wingnuts: thanks! And its not so much that I hate Sarah, that I pity and dislike her..... Hate is such a strong word...;)
FigmentFreak: thanks!!
Sgtpeppersgirl: hey hon!!! Thanks for lookin out for me!!teehee..luv ya bunches (cya mon;))
A/n: yes I neglected to mention that I based the characters a LITTLE on people I know...Abby is kinda like Brownie....Lacy is kinda like sgtpeppers girl...and well Lynnette was supposed to kinda be likeme...but then I realized hey! Im nothing like this at all!!! So yeah...KINDA is the key word here....
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Race finally made it home to the boarding house. It had not been a good day. Not only had it been a bad selling day, but his horse had done very poorly.
Considering all of these factors, it was a great relief to see an extra person present at the poker table that evening.
The dirty blonde hair, and classically slouched position, plus the black cane and slingshot nearby, gave him away.
"Heya Spot. How's it rollin'?"
"Not too bad Race."
"Ya gonna be here long?"
Jack was sitting across from Spot. He shifted his favorite hat on his head and turned to Race to explain what was going on.
"Well, Spot here has got himself in a bit of a jam, uh, he's gonna stay here for a while, 'til it all gets fig'red out."
Race nodded in understanding and joined the game. By the look on Jack's face he knew now was not the time to ask Spot any questions.
"So ya gonna sell wit me tommorrah, eh Spot?"
"Well, seein as how Cowboy heah ain't got no talent..."
Jack tried to punch Spot from across the table while the other newsies laughed.
"Heh, yeah of course I'm sellin wit ya."
Spot smiled. He and Race spit-shook, as was customary.
Mush put his arm around Race, "So, Race, how was your day at the tracks?"
Race gave him a look that was comical and pitiful at the same time. He sat down to the table with his newest cigar in his mouth, ready for business as he dealt the cards.
"Alright, boys, the name o' the game is five card Texas hold 'em..."
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Lynnette woke slowly (always a sign for a good day) and noticed immediately that the windows were open. She was about to call to the maid to fix it and then scold her for the mistake when she noticed what a lovely day it was. She felt the sun on her face as she walked to her window. She decided it would be a perfect day to go to the library.
As she walked out of her room and down the hallway, she was stopped by Margaret, the head maid.
"No, no Margaret. There will be no need for a schedule today. I have decided to go to the library!"
Lynnette had her breakfast and finished readying herself. When the workers of the house tried to help her dress she said with a smile,
"Quite all right girls, take the morning off from me, thank you."
This of course, not her normal response, caused much confusion.
"Margaret? What's happened to her?"
"It's just her way m'dear. One day she' absolutely miserable, always feelin' sorry for herself and the next day she couldn't be more happier or pleasant. Think nothin' of it!"
After visiting the library, Lynnette started off. She had decided firmly to walk somewhere with out knowing where she was to end up. This plan didn't take her far. She got distracted after a while, and with a need for something to occupy her attention, she turned to the book she had just taken from the library.
Most people might consider walking through the busy streets of Manhattan at midday with your nose in a book not to be the best idea. But Lynnette did not concern herself with such things.
It was not long until, while turning a corner, she ran into someone and fell down.
"Hey watch where- oh, it's you!"
Lynnette looked up to see the boy from the racetracks, (what was his name? she couldn't remember) and another boy she had never seen before.
He was small, though not as small as the first boy with bright eyes and a very sturdy body.
"I'm sorry 'bout that." Started the first.
"Yeah, Race should watch where he's goin'," said the other boy while trying not to laugh.
"Well, that's quite all right. Mistakes happen," said Lynnette with a smile.
This confused Race thoroughly. Was this the same girl who would hardly give him the time of day? While he was pondering his current situation, an awkward silence had sneaked up on all of them.
"Umm, so this is Spot, he's from Brooklyn..." Race was trying to break the silence. It didn't really work. Neither he nor Spot knew what to say to someone who wasn't wearing dirty, handed-down clothes.
"So you two know each other..." Spot was also trying to start up a conversation.
"Oh my gosh," said Lynnette suddenly, "I'm so sorry; I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lynnette Whittaker. I'm pleased to meet both of you. Oh, and yes I have met him before, though I can't say I know your name. I'm terribly sorry, I must have forgotten." She turned to Race.
"Name's Racetrack Higgins. It's ok if ya forgot. Wouldn't expect ya to remember, after all you left kind a quick and-"
Spot interrupted here in his true fashion.
"No! I don't think it's all right you forgot this bum's name heah. I feel that you owe him a formal apology miss."
Spot ended by raising himself on his toes to make himself appear slightly taller. He found people were more easily intimidated, the taller you were. It wasn't terribly difficult to be taller than Lynnette, though.
Before Lynnette replied, she could have sworn she saw a smirk appear on Spot's face. But if she had, it was gone before any real amount of time had passed.
"Well, Mr.-"
"Conlon"
"Right, Mr. Conlon, if you don't mind me saying so, I did already apologize. And I think that if I am willing to forgive you both for practically killing me and my book earlier then you should be able to overlook the fact that my brain cannot remember every little thing that it is told. Space in my brain is very valuable and I must save that space for really important things."
Now Lynnette was sure she saw a smirk. It was rather becoming on his face and it took her a while to remember she was still in a conversation.
"Are you tellin' me that Race's name ain't important?"
Spot was now talking with no seriousness whatsoever. The smirk said it all.
"If you are just going to stand there and mock me Mr. Conlon, I see no point in busying myself here."
Lynnette started to leave, but as she expected, or rather hoped, Race stopped her.
"Well, Spot heah didn't mean nothin' by it. Now youse say your name's Lynnette? Well, that's very... I mean, well dontcha got a nickname or somethin?"
"No, I do not. It is not proper for-"
Spot interjected his professional opinion once more.
"I think we should call ya Nettie."
Lynnette didn't really like this name; in fact she rather disliked it. But she figured it would be easier to not argue such a silly matter. She nodded at Spot to tell him she approved the name.
She noticed the sun above had gotten surprisingly low.
"Now it really is getting late. I had a lovely time chatting with you all but I should be going."
"Well, me an' Spot here would be glad ta walk ya home," Racetrack offered.
Lynnette smiled again. Maybe these two had manners after all. She was glad she was in a good mood today. Fortunately, she thought, they won't giggle and have meaningless conversations...I think.
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hmm was this longer than the other chapters? I cant really tell...anywho... R&R does not stand for...o screw it...just read and review;)
Shout outs!!!!
Lady of the Wingnuts: thanks! And its not so much that I hate Sarah, that I pity and dislike her..... Hate is such a strong word...;)
FigmentFreak: thanks!!
Sgtpeppersgirl: hey hon!!! Thanks for lookin out for me!!teehee..luv ya bunches (cya mon;))
A/n: yes I neglected to mention that I based the characters a LITTLE on people I know...Abby is kinda like Brownie....Lacy is kinda like sgtpeppers girl...and well Lynnette was supposed to kinda be likeme...but then I realized hey! Im nothing like this at all!!! So yeah...KINDA is the key word here....
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Race finally made it home to the boarding house. It had not been a good day. Not only had it been a bad selling day, but his horse had done very poorly.
Considering all of these factors, it was a great relief to see an extra person present at the poker table that evening.
The dirty blonde hair, and classically slouched position, plus the black cane and slingshot nearby, gave him away.
"Heya Spot. How's it rollin'?"
"Not too bad Race."
"Ya gonna be here long?"
Jack was sitting across from Spot. He shifted his favorite hat on his head and turned to Race to explain what was going on.
"Well, Spot here has got himself in a bit of a jam, uh, he's gonna stay here for a while, 'til it all gets fig'red out."
Race nodded in understanding and joined the game. By the look on Jack's face he knew now was not the time to ask Spot any questions.
"So ya gonna sell wit me tommorrah, eh Spot?"
"Well, seein as how Cowboy heah ain't got no talent..."
Jack tried to punch Spot from across the table while the other newsies laughed.
"Heh, yeah of course I'm sellin wit ya."
Spot smiled. He and Race spit-shook, as was customary.
Mush put his arm around Race, "So, Race, how was your day at the tracks?"
Race gave him a look that was comical and pitiful at the same time. He sat down to the table with his newest cigar in his mouth, ready for business as he dealt the cards.
"Alright, boys, the name o' the game is five card Texas hold 'em..."
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Lynnette woke slowly (always a sign for a good day) and noticed immediately that the windows were open. She was about to call to the maid to fix it and then scold her for the mistake when she noticed what a lovely day it was. She felt the sun on her face as she walked to her window. She decided it would be a perfect day to go to the library.
As she walked out of her room and down the hallway, she was stopped by Margaret, the head maid.
"No, no Margaret. There will be no need for a schedule today. I have decided to go to the library!"
Lynnette had her breakfast and finished readying herself. When the workers of the house tried to help her dress she said with a smile,
"Quite all right girls, take the morning off from me, thank you."
This of course, not her normal response, caused much confusion.
"Margaret? What's happened to her?"
"It's just her way m'dear. One day she' absolutely miserable, always feelin' sorry for herself and the next day she couldn't be more happier or pleasant. Think nothin' of it!"
After visiting the library, Lynnette started off. She had decided firmly to walk somewhere with out knowing where she was to end up. This plan didn't take her far. She got distracted after a while, and with a need for something to occupy her attention, she turned to the book she had just taken from the library.
Most people might consider walking through the busy streets of Manhattan at midday with your nose in a book not to be the best idea. But Lynnette did not concern herself with such things.
It was not long until, while turning a corner, she ran into someone and fell down.
"Hey watch where- oh, it's you!"
Lynnette looked up to see the boy from the racetracks, (what was his name? she couldn't remember) and another boy she had never seen before.
He was small, though not as small as the first boy with bright eyes and a very sturdy body.
"I'm sorry 'bout that." Started the first.
"Yeah, Race should watch where he's goin'," said the other boy while trying not to laugh.
"Well, that's quite all right. Mistakes happen," said Lynnette with a smile.
This confused Race thoroughly. Was this the same girl who would hardly give him the time of day? While he was pondering his current situation, an awkward silence had sneaked up on all of them.
"Umm, so this is Spot, he's from Brooklyn..." Race was trying to break the silence. It didn't really work. Neither he nor Spot knew what to say to someone who wasn't wearing dirty, handed-down clothes.
"So you two know each other..." Spot was also trying to start up a conversation.
"Oh my gosh," said Lynnette suddenly, "I'm so sorry; I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lynnette Whittaker. I'm pleased to meet both of you. Oh, and yes I have met him before, though I can't say I know your name. I'm terribly sorry, I must have forgotten." She turned to Race.
"Name's Racetrack Higgins. It's ok if ya forgot. Wouldn't expect ya to remember, after all you left kind a quick and-"
Spot interrupted here in his true fashion.
"No! I don't think it's all right you forgot this bum's name heah. I feel that you owe him a formal apology miss."
Spot ended by raising himself on his toes to make himself appear slightly taller. He found people were more easily intimidated, the taller you were. It wasn't terribly difficult to be taller than Lynnette, though.
Before Lynnette replied, she could have sworn she saw a smirk appear on Spot's face. But if she had, it was gone before any real amount of time had passed.
"Well, Mr.-"
"Conlon"
"Right, Mr. Conlon, if you don't mind me saying so, I did already apologize. And I think that if I am willing to forgive you both for practically killing me and my book earlier then you should be able to overlook the fact that my brain cannot remember every little thing that it is told. Space in my brain is very valuable and I must save that space for really important things."
Now Lynnette was sure she saw a smirk. It was rather becoming on his face and it took her a while to remember she was still in a conversation.
"Are you tellin' me that Race's name ain't important?"
Spot was now talking with no seriousness whatsoever. The smirk said it all.
"If you are just going to stand there and mock me Mr. Conlon, I see no point in busying myself here."
Lynnette started to leave, but as she expected, or rather hoped, Race stopped her.
"Well, Spot heah didn't mean nothin' by it. Now youse say your name's Lynnette? Well, that's very... I mean, well dontcha got a nickname or somethin?"
"No, I do not. It is not proper for-"
Spot interjected his professional opinion once more.
"I think we should call ya Nettie."
Lynnette didn't really like this name; in fact she rather disliked it. But she figured it would be easier to not argue such a silly matter. She nodded at Spot to tell him she approved the name.
She noticed the sun above had gotten surprisingly low.
"Now it really is getting late. I had a lovely time chatting with you all but I should be going."
"Well, me an' Spot here would be glad ta walk ya home," Racetrack offered.
Lynnette smiled again. Maybe these two had manners after all. She was glad she was in a good mood today. Fortunately, she thought, they won't giggle and have meaningless conversations...I think.
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hmm was this longer than the other chapters? I cant really tell...anywho... R&R does not stand for...o screw it...just read and review;)