Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. It's the property of Disney.
This chapter is from the point of view of the Chicago newsies!!
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The Chicago newsies watched the five New York newsies leave. Finally, they were out of sight.
Cow was breathing deeply. "I hate them!"
"We all do, Cow." Prayer said.
"They ruined everything for us!" Song complained.
"We came here to have better lives. So far, we haven't even saved up enough for half of a ticket, and we've been here a year and a half!" Brogue said, trying as hard as he could not to get angrier.
"You'll get enough some day!" Hope said, trying to comfort him. They were the same age, both 15.
"Aye. But not anytime soon, that I can tell ye!" Claddagh said.
Cow sat down on a box. "They don't understand! They don't know what they did! Did you see them, when they came in?! Acting important, and expecting us to love them! Have they seen what Chicago looks like?! It's a dump, because of them! And they ruined our lives! All the bulls hate us! It's just not fair!" He stood up again and kicked the box.
"Cow!" Cricket said.
"I'm going. I'll be back later." Cow said, and he walked out the door. Cricket shook his head.
"Why did he leave?" Rubber asked, looking at Cricket.
"He's mad, that's all." Cricket said.
"Should I tell him a joke?" Rubber asked.
Cricket gave him a half smile. "No, not now, Rubber."
Prayer walked up to Cricket. "What are we going to do, Cricket?"
Cricket looked down at her. She was the youngest, at 13. "We'll talk, tomorrow. We'll tell them what happened." He looked up at all the rest. "And there will be no violence."
Some of them looked like they wanted to complain, but none of them did.
He nodded. "I'm going to go find Cow. Action, you take charge." He left the room, following the path Cow had taken.
Action turned to the newsies. "Brogue, what time is it?"
Brogue took out his pocket watch. "Four o'clock."
"Alright- there's no point in going to sell this afternoon. Snoot will understand, so if you don't have enough tonight, work hard tomorrow and the next day, and pay him back later. Do whatever you want."
Brogue and Sky, another boy newsie that was also 15, walked outside.
"I hate this! How come Cricket was so nice to them! After all they did to us! And telling us 'No violence!'" the brown-haired Sky said.
"They thought they were so important, walking in, talking with accents." Brogue exclaimed.
"Maybe they don't know what's happened to us." Hope suggested, following them.
"How could they not! Look at this place!" Sky gestured at their surroundings.
"I thought it was your fault until I became a newsgirl." Hope said.
Brogue sighed and dropped onto the ground. "I know."
"But it still doesn't make any sense!" Sky cried.
"They thought what they were doing was good. And for all we know, it probably was good. It got little kids out of factories, didn't it?"
"And made their families go hungry. For some people, that was the only money they got." Brogue said. "So that doesn't help us. They're blamin' it all on us, ye know. I'm surprised we make as much money as we do every day."
"Ten cents isn't a lot of money, Brogue." Sky sat on the ground next to him, leaning against the wall of the warehouse.
"It's enough for a place to sleep." Hope said. She, too, sat on the ground.
"But barely enough to get somethin' to eat." Brogue tried not to get angry, but found it hard- even talking about everything made him mad.
"But we still have something to eat." Hope said again, trying to prove a point.
"Yes, Hope. We have something to eat." Sky grumbled, just to shut her up.
"Hope, just tell me one thing. Do ye hate the newsies as much as we do?" Brogue asked, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hands, looking at her.
Hope didn't say anything for a second, thinking. "I'll put it this way. I don't think they meant to do this, make our world miserable, but they did. If there was a chance for me to tell them what they did to us, I'd take it. I'd make them feel bad because of what they did."
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Meanwhile, Cricket was out looking for Cow. He finally found him sitting in the alley of a run-down apartment building, throwing rocks at the wall.
"Is that a new game?" Cricket asked, sitting down on the ground next to Cow. When he didn't say anything, Cricket went on. "Throwing rocks at a wall won't stop you're problems, Cow. And you don't want to get in trouble."
Cow threw the rock he had just picked up back on the ground. "That's the thing! We get in trouble for everything! I got in trouble yesterday for walking past someone's laundry hanging up! And it's not like the wall will look any worse! It can't look any worse!"
"Calm down, Cow."
"How can I? You know, just seeing them here, inside our lodging house. I just can't believe it, Cricket. How could I calm down when the reason for all our problems, for everyone hating us, is right here, in front of us, and you have us introduce ourselves, like we're friends! And you stopped me from hitting them! They deserve it, Cricket, you can't deny it! They deserve every bad thing that comes their way, and then some!" By now, Cow was shaking with rage. "Why'd you stop me, Cricket? Why? We could've killed them!"
Cricket stood up. "I don't want you killing anyone, Cow."
Cow stood up now, too, glaring at Cricket. "Why? You're not going to let us do anything! I bet you won't even tell them why we all hate them! I bet you even like them!"
"I don't like them, Cow. But we can't just go up to them and punch them!"
"Why not?"
"Not without giving them an explaination."
"Are you planning on giving them an explanation?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow, when we meet them all."
Cow smiled. "And then we can kill them." He sat back down, leaning against the wall.
"No."
"What?" Cow shouted, bewildered.
Cricket sighed. "The mayor wants us to each take one of the New York newsies out to sell all day."
Cow stared at him. "I'm not doing that. No one can make me!"
"I hate making you all do that. It'll be a horrible day. But there's nothing I can do. The mayor told us we had to. He'd be mad if we didn't." Cricket explained sadly. "And I hate to say this, but we don't want to make him mad. He's the only adult- besides Snoot- that'll talk to us like we're normal people."
"And we have to do this?" Cow asked.
Cricket nodded. "I still haven't told anyone else. I don't want to. We shouldn't have to do this. It's only for tomorrow, though."
Cow laughed sarcastically. "That makes it all better."
"Look, Cow. You have to promise me- be nice tomorrow, alright?"
Cow looked over at him with a revolted look on his face.
"Please, Cow. If you try to be at least polite, everyone else will, too. Please. Just for tomorrow." Cricket pleaded.
Cow sighed. "I'll try. But if they say anything."
"They won't, Cow."
"They better not."
Cricket stood up. "Come on, we need to get back."
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I hope you liked that!! Thanks for all the reviews I got for the last chapter. sorry this one took me so long. But now you get to know my characters a little better, huh? And you now see both sides. yeah, lol.
This chapter is from the point of view of the Chicago newsies!!
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The Chicago newsies watched the five New York newsies leave. Finally, they were out of sight.
Cow was breathing deeply. "I hate them!"
"We all do, Cow." Prayer said.
"They ruined everything for us!" Song complained.
"We came here to have better lives. So far, we haven't even saved up enough for half of a ticket, and we've been here a year and a half!" Brogue said, trying as hard as he could not to get angrier.
"You'll get enough some day!" Hope said, trying to comfort him. They were the same age, both 15.
"Aye. But not anytime soon, that I can tell ye!" Claddagh said.
Cow sat down on a box. "They don't understand! They don't know what they did! Did you see them, when they came in?! Acting important, and expecting us to love them! Have they seen what Chicago looks like?! It's a dump, because of them! And they ruined our lives! All the bulls hate us! It's just not fair!" He stood up again and kicked the box.
"Cow!" Cricket said.
"I'm going. I'll be back later." Cow said, and he walked out the door. Cricket shook his head.
"Why did he leave?" Rubber asked, looking at Cricket.
"He's mad, that's all." Cricket said.
"Should I tell him a joke?" Rubber asked.
Cricket gave him a half smile. "No, not now, Rubber."
Prayer walked up to Cricket. "What are we going to do, Cricket?"
Cricket looked down at her. She was the youngest, at 13. "We'll talk, tomorrow. We'll tell them what happened." He looked up at all the rest. "And there will be no violence."
Some of them looked like they wanted to complain, but none of them did.
He nodded. "I'm going to go find Cow. Action, you take charge." He left the room, following the path Cow had taken.
Action turned to the newsies. "Brogue, what time is it?"
Brogue took out his pocket watch. "Four o'clock."
"Alright- there's no point in going to sell this afternoon. Snoot will understand, so if you don't have enough tonight, work hard tomorrow and the next day, and pay him back later. Do whatever you want."
Brogue and Sky, another boy newsie that was also 15, walked outside.
"I hate this! How come Cricket was so nice to them! After all they did to us! And telling us 'No violence!'" the brown-haired Sky said.
"They thought they were so important, walking in, talking with accents." Brogue exclaimed.
"Maybe they don't know what's happened to us." Hope suggested, following them.
"How could they not! Look at this place!" Sky gestured at their surroundings.
"I thought it was your fault until I became a newsgirl." Hope said.
Brogue sighed and dropped onto the ground. "I know."
"But it still doesn't make any sense!" Sky cried.
"They thought what they were doing was good. And for all we know, it probably was good. It got little kids out of factories, didn't it?"
"And made their families go hungry. For some people, that was the only money they got." Brogue said. "So that doesn't help us. They're blamin' it all on us, ye know. I'm surprised we make as much money as we do every day."
"Ten cents isn't a lot of money, Brogue." Sky sat on the ground next to him, leaning against the wall of the warehouse.
"It's enough for a place to sleep." Hope said. She, too, sat on the ground.
"But barely enough to get somethin' to eat." Brogue tried not to get angry, but found it hard- even talking about everything made him mad.
"But we still have something to eat." Hope said again, trying to prove a point.
"Yes, Hope. We have something to eat." Sky grumbled, just to shut her up.
"Hope, just tell me one thing. Do ye hate the newsies as much as we do?" Brogue asked, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hands, looking at her.
Hope didn't say anything for a second, thinking. "I'll put it this way. I don't think they meant to do this, make our world miserable, but they did. If there was a chance for me to tell them what they did to us, I'd take it. I'd make them feel bad because of what they did."
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Meanwhile, Cricket was out looking for Cow. He finally found him sitting in the alley of a run-down apartment building, throwing rocks at the wall.
"Is that a new game?" Cricket asked, sitting down on the ground next to Cow. When he didn't say anything, Cricket went on. "Throwing rocks at a wall won't stop you're problems, Cow. And you don't want to get in trouble."
Cow threw the rock he had just picked up back on the ground. "That's the thing! We get in trouble for everything! I got in trouble yesterday for walking past someone's laundry hanging up! And it's not like the wall will look any worse! It can't look any worse!"
"Calm down, Cow."
"How can I? You know, just seeing them here, inside our lodging house. I just can't believe it, Cricket. How could I calm down when the reason for all our problems, for everyone hating us, is right here, in front of us, and you have us introduce ourselves, like we're friends! And you stopped me from hitting them! They deserve it, Cricket, you can't deny it! They deserve every bad thing that comes their way, and then some!" By now, Cow was shaking with rage. "Why'd you stop me, Cricket? Why? We could've killed them!"
Cricket stood up. "I don't want you killing anyone, Cow."
Cow stood up now, too, glaring at Cricket. "Why? You're not going to let us do anything! I bet you won't even tell them why we all hate them! I bet you even like them!"
"I don't like them, Cow. But we can't just go up to them and punch them!"
"Why not?"
"Not without giving them an explaination."
"Are you planning on giving them an explanation?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow, when we meet them all."
Cow smiled. "And then we can kill them." He sat back down, leaning against the wall.
"No."
"What?" Cow shouted, bewildered.
Cricket sighed. "The mayor wants us to each take one of the New York newsies out to sell all day."
Cow stared at him. "I'm not doing that. No one can make me!"
"I hate making you all do that. It'll be a horrible day. But there's nothing I can do. The mayor told us we had to. He'd be mad if we didn't." Cricket explained sadly. "And I hate to say this, but we don't want to make him mad. He's the only adult- besides Snoot- that'll talk to us like we're normal people."
"And we have to do this?" Cow asked.
Cricket nodded. "I still haven't told anyone else. I don't want to. We shouldn't have to do this. It's only for tomorrow, though."
Cow laughed sarcastically. "That makes it all better."
"Look, Cow. You have to promise me- be nice tomorrow, alright?"
Cow looked over at him with a revolted look on his face.
"Please, Cow. If you try to be at least polite, everyone else will, too. Please. Just for tomorrow." Cricket pleaded.
Cow sighed. "I'll try. But if they say anything."
"They won't, Cow."
"They better not."
Cricket stood up. "Come on, we need to get back."
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I hope you liked that!! Thanks for all the reviews I got for the last chapter. sorry this one took me so long. But now you get to know my characters a little better, huh? And you now see both sides. yeah, lol.