Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, I wish I did. but I don't. And I know it,
hehehe. So don't sue me! *ducks and covers*
Author's Note: I looked some things up about Chicago in 1900. There was a sky-scraper, the first in the world. It was built in 1885, and had nine floors and a basement. But in 1891, two more were added, which means eleven. lol. So that part is true. I looked up some other things, too. I want to make it seem kinda real. I tried to find a train station that was in use in 1900, but couldn't. If anyone knows (I very highly doubt you will, though) PLEASE TELL ME!!! It's short, but that's alright. I want to save the whole meeting of the Chicago newsies till the next chapter.
The train ride- now that was an experience. Those few days were probably the most fun they had.
On the third day, they finally made it to Chicago. They could see the first sky-scraper that was ever built- all eleven floors that were above ground. The newsies grabbed their bags once the train stopped and headed out into the train station. Jack, being the leader, led them off the train. But, once they were off, he had no idea what to do.
"Hello. Are you the newsboys from New York?" a wheezy voice asked from behind Fantasy.
She turned around and stared at the man. He was short, and looked like a mouse. "Newsboys and goils."
The man nodded. "Are you. in charge, then?"
Fantasy shook her head and pointed to Jack. "He's da leadah."
"Ah. I knew it would be a boy." The man started to walk off, but was stopped by Sneaks. Her green eyes looked angry, but she was smiling all the same.
"Excuse me, suh. But did ya jist tell me friend dat you knew da leader would be a boy?" she asked.
The man nodded. Sneaks glared at him. "So you're sayin dat me friend couldn't be da leader, 'cause she's a goil?"
The man nodded and started walking towards Jack.
Sneaks stepped in front of him. "Well, she could be da leader! ANY goil could be!" Sneaks shouted.
"Sneaks, leave da man alone!" Spot said, stepping up. He looked the guy up and down, from his shiny black shoes to his just as shiny black hair. "Who are ya?"
"I'm the mayor's assistant." he said, acting all important. "And who are you?"
Spot smirked. "I'se da leadah of da Brooklyn newsies."
"The leader, is it? I thought he was the leader." The man pointed to Jack.
"Nevah mind about dat. So, did ya come ta help us find our way around?" Jack asked.
He made a face that showed he thought he was much too important to be showing street kids around. "I have carriages for you outside, I'll show you to them, but then I have important work to do." He seemed like he was waiting for someone to ask what this work was, but no one did. After a few minutes, he nodded. "They're this way. Follow me. If you get lost, it's not my problem."
Race made a face at him when he turned his back. "Excuse me. But I don't think I had da pleasusah of loinin' your name."
The man turned back around. "It's Mr. Brooks, Esquire."
"Esquirah? What does dat mean?" Race asked, trying not to laugh.
Mr. Brooks narrowed his eyes at him. "I shall not take any of this foolery. Follow me if you would like to find the carriages." He turned back around.
"Aftah you." Race said. Mr. Brooks started walking towards the doors. Kid laughed.
"Let's go. Don't want ta lose our only escort." Spot said. With that, everyone followed.
There were six carriages waiting outside when they walked into the sunshine.
"Are dose them?" Atlantic asked.
Everyone stared at them. They looked old and they were small. The paint was black, but you could barely tell for all the dirt and dust on them, and it was falling off. The wheels looked like they were about to break, and the horses didn't look any better.
"You can fit four in each, except for two, they'll have to have five in them." Mr. Brooks said. "Bring your. "He pauses and coughed. "Luggage in with you. You'll be staying at an Inn, the mayor has already paid for your stay. There are six rooms waiting for you. The mayor has picked your room mates, and where you'll stay. There'll be four to a room, except for one girl's room and one boy's room. They'll have five. Here's the list of who gets which room. Oh, and if anyone would like to, someone will be waiting outside for you at 4:30 to bring you to meet the Chicago newsboys before tomorrow, when you'll go out and sell with them. Have a good stay."
The carriages turned out to be fine- they got to the Inn alright, though it was a tight squeeze inside the tiny things. The Inn was rather large, but it looked run down. It definitely needed a paint job. But the newsies walked inside and got the keys to their rooms. Racetrack, Skittery, Mush, and Specs, and for the girls Fantasy, Sneaks, Rave, and Rain were on the first floor, while Spot, Jack, Boots, and David, and then Eraser, Sparrow, Atlantic, and Cocky were on the second floor. Then Tumbler, Snoddy, Itey, Jake, and Swifty, and Nugget, Dainti, Lavender, Snooza, and Illusion were on the third floor.
Fantasy was the first into her room. Sneaks was right after her, and then Rain and Rave.
"What do ya think?" Fantasy asked. She looked around again. There were two beds, queen size. The comforter and sheets had little pink roses on them, and so did the walls. There were two doors on the right wall, and a window facing the street. There was a dresser against the wall, and a mirror hanging over it. Sneaks wasted no time and went to check what was behind the doors.
She opened the first door. "A closet. Wow, nevah had a closet before. And heah's a bathroom!"
Rain sat on one of the beds, then the other. "I CALL THIS BED!!" She jumped back on the first one. "It's bettah."
"I get it, too!" Rave shouted.
"Looks like we get dis one." Fantasy said.
"We have da one by the window!" Sneaks said.
"Who cares? Dis one's bettah!" Rave said.
"Yeah, but ours has two pillows!!" Fantasy said. "So ha!!"
Rain looked down at the bed. "Hey!! Dat's no fair!"
"I CALL THE PILLOW!!" Rave shouted.
They all laughed at Rain as she got up to see if they had an extra pillow anywhere in the room. After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door.
"Hey, goils! Any of youse want ta go meet the Chicago newsies?" Race asked through the door.
Fantasy stood up. "Yeah, I'm comin'."
"Wait for me!" Sneaks said. She stood up. "Don't even think about stealing me pillow."
The two of them walked out and followed Racetrack outside. Skittery and Specs were sitting out there, waiting for them.
"So, Race, what time is it? Is it 4:30 yet?" Fantasy asked.
Race shrugged. "Ain't ya gonna say please?"
"I wasn't plannin' on it." Fantasy said.
"Sorry, can't tell ya the time."
"Hey, Specs, you have a watch, right?" Fantasy said.
"Yeah, why?" Specs asked.
"Could ya tell me what time it is?" Specs just looked at her. "Fine. Please?"
"Hey, ya didn't say please ta ME." Race said.
"It's about 4:45." Specs said.
"Isn't someone supposed ta be here by now?" Skittery asked.
"Can't trust Specs' watch. Heah, I'll look at mine." Race took his out and looked at it. "It's 4:43. See, ya can't trust Specs. wait, someone should be heah by now!"
"So, I'm guessing no one else is coming?" someone said. A girl with long black hair and brown eyes was walking towards them from the door of a bakery, where she has been watching them. She looked like she was about 5'6, and she was wearing a dark purple, almost black, button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone. Her purple, green, and black vest looked worn and a little small, as did her brown pants and boots.
"Who are you?" Race asked.
"Well, I know who YOU are. You're all New York newsies." The girl said. Race smiled, but she spit at his feet. "Well, you're not as good as you think."
"What do ya mean by dat?" Race asked, glaring at her.
"Never mind. I'm not supposed to say anything. you'll see, soon enough. My name's Song, by the way. I'm a Chicago newsgirl. I'm going to bring you to meet the rest of us. "Your names?"
"I'se Specs."
"Skittery."
"Sneaks. and dis is Racetrack, but we call 'im Race."
"You can't. It's Racetrack to you." Race said.
"I'm Fantasy. And no, no one else is comin' taday."
Song nodded. "Come on. Let's go meet them."
Author's Note: I looked some things up about Chicago in 1900. There was a sky-scraper, the first in the world. It was built in 1885, and had nine floors and a basement. But in 1891, two more were added, which means eleven. lol. So that part is true. I looked up some other things, too. I want to make it seem kinda real. I tried to find a train station that was in use in 1900, but couldn't. If anyone knows (I very highly doubt you will, though) PLEASE TELL ME!!! It's short, but that's alright. I want to save the whole meeting of the Chicago newsies till the next chapter.
The train ride- now that was an experience. Those few days were probably the most fun they had.
On the third day, they finally made it to Chicago. They could see the first sky-scraper that was ever built- all eleven floors that were above ground. The newsies grabbed their bags once the train stopped and headed out into the train station. Jack, being the leader, led them off the train. But, once they were off, he had no idea what to do.
"Hello. Are you the newsboys from New York?" a wheezy voice asked from behind Fantasy.
She turned around and stared at the man. He was short, and looked like a mouse. "Newsboys and goils."
The man nodded. "Are you. in charge, then?"
Fantasy shook her head and pointed to Jack. "He's da leadah."
"Ah. I knew it would be a boy." The man started to walk off, but was stopped by Sneaks. Her green eyes looked angry, but she was smiling all the same.
"Excuse me, suh. But did ya jist tell me friend dat you knew da leader would be a boy?" she asked.
The man nodded. Sneaks glared at him. "So you're sayin dat me friend couldn't be da leader, 'cause she's a goil?"
The man nodded and started walking towards Jack.
Sneaks stepped in front of him. "Well, she could be da leader! ANY goil could be!" Sneaks shouted.
"Sneaks, leave da man alone!" Spot said, stepping up. He looked the guy up and down, from his shiny black shoes to his just as shiny black hair. "Who are ya?"
"I'm the mayor's assistant." he said, acting all important. "And who are you?"
Spot smirked. "I'se da leadah of da Brooklyn newsies."
"The leader, is it? I thought he was the leader." The man pointed to Jack.
"Nevah mind about dat. So, did ya come ta help us find our way around?" Jack asked.
He made a face that showed he thought he was much too important to be showing street kids around. "I have carriages for you outside, I'll show you to them, but then I have important work to do." He seemed like he was waiting for someone to ask what this work was, but no one did. After a few minutes, he nodded. "They're this way. Follow me. If you get lost, it's not my problem."
Race made a face at him when he turned his back. "Excuse me. But I don't think I had da pleasusah of loinin' your name."
The man turned back around. "It's Mr. Brooks, Esquire."
"Esquirah? What does dat mean?" Race asked, trying not to laugh.
Mr. Brooks narrowed his eyes at him. "I shall not take any of this foolery. Follow me if you would like to find the carriages." He turned back around.
"Aftah you." Race said. Mr. Brooks started walking towards the doors. Kid laughed.
"Let's go. Don't want ta lose our only escort." Spot said. With that, everyone followed.
There were six carriages waiting outside when they walked into the sunshine.
"Are dose them?" Atlantic asked.
Everyone stared at them. They looked old and they were small. The paint was black, but you could barely tell for all the dirt and dust on them, and it was falling off. The wheels looked like they were about to break, and the horses didn't look any better.
"You can fit four in each, except for two, they'll have to have five in them." Mr. Brooks said. "Bring your. "He pauses and coughed. "Luggage in with you. You'll be staying at an Inn, the mayor has already paid for your stay. There are six rooms waiting for you. The mayor has picked your room mates, and where you'll stay. There'll be four to a room, except for one girl's room and one boy's room. They'll have five. Here's the list of who gets which room. Oh, and if anyone would like to, someone will be waiting outside for you at 4:30 to bring you to meet the Chicago newsboys before tomorrow, when you'll go out and sell with them. Have a good stay."
The carriages turned out to be fine- they got to the Inn alright, though it was a tight squeeze inside the tiny things. The Inn was rather large, but it looked run down. It definitely needed a paint job. But the newsies walked inside and got the keys to their rooms. Racetrack, Skittery, Mush, and Specs, and for the girls Fantasy, Sneaks, Rave, and Rain were on the first floor, while Spot, Jack, Boots, and David, and then Eraser, Sparrow, Atlantic, and Cocky were on the second floor. Then Tumbler, Snoddy, Itey, Jake, and Swifty, and Nugget, Dainti, Lavender, Snooza, and Illusion were on the third floor.
Fantasy was the first into her room. Sneaks was right after her, and then Rain and Rave.
"What do ya think?" Fantasy asked. She looked around again. There were two beds, queen size. The comforter and sheets had little pink roses on them, and so did the walls. There were two doors on the right wall, and a window facing the street. There was a dresser against the wall, and a mirror hanging over it. Sneaks wasted no time and went to check what was behind the doors.
She opened the first door. "A closet. Wow, nevah had a closet before. And heah's a bathroom!"
Rain sat on one of the beds, then the other. "I CALL THIS BED!!" She jumped back on the first one. "It's bettah."
"I get it, too!" Rave shouted.
"Looks like we get dis one." Fantasy said.
"We have da one by the window!" Sneaks said.
"Who cares? Dis one's bettah!" Rave said.
"Yeah, but ours has two pillows!!" Fantasy said. "So ha!!"
Rain looked down at the bed. "Hey!! Dat's no fair!"
"I CALL THE PILLOW!!" Rave shouted.
They all laughed at Rain as she got up to see if they had an extra pillow anywhere in the room. After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door.
"Hey, goils! Any of youse want ta go meet the Chicago newsies?" Race asked through the door.
Fantasy stood up. "Yeah, I'm comin'."
"Wait for me!" Sneaks said. She stood up. "Don't even think about stealing me pillow."
The two of them walked out and followed Racetrack outside. Skittery and Specs were sitting out there, waiting for them.
"So, Race, what time is it? Is it 4:30 yet?" Fantasy asked.
Race shrugged. "Ain't ya gonna say please?"
"I wasn't plannin' on it." Fantasy said.
"Sorry, can't tell ya the time."
"Hey, Specs, you have a watch, right?" Fantasy said.
"Yeah, why?" Specs asked.
"Could ya tell me what time it is?" Specs just looked at her. "Fine. Please?"
"Hey, ya didn't say please ta ME." Race said.
"It's about 4:45." Specs said.
"Isn't someone supposed ta be here by now?" Skittery asked.
"Can't trust Specs' watch. Heah, I'll look at mine." Race took his out and looked at it. "It's 4:43. See, ya can't trust Specs. wait, someone should be heah by now!"
"So, I'm guessing no one else is coming?" someone said. A girl with long black hair and brown eyes was walking towards them from the door of a bakery, where she has been watching them. She looked like she was about 5'6, and she was wearing a dark purple, almost black, button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone. Her purple, green, and black vest looked worn and a little small, as did her brown pants and boots.
"Who are you?" Race asked.
"Well, I know who YOU are. You're all New York newsies." The girl said. Race smiled, but she spit at his feet. "Well, you're not as good as you think."
"What do ya mean by dat?" Race asked, glaring at her.
"Never mind. I'm not supposed to say anything. you'll see, soon enough. My name's Song, by the way. I'm a Chicago newsgirl. I'm going to bring you to meet the rest of us. "Your names?"
"I'se Specs."
"Skittery."
"Sneaks. and dis is Racetrack, but we call 'im Race."
"You can't. It's Racetrack to you." Race said.
"I'm Fantasy. And no, no one else is comin' taday."
Song nodded. "Come on. Let's go meet them."