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Atlantic, Fantasy, Rave, Sky, Hope, and Brogue walked along the streets of Chicago, and stopped when they reached Lincoln Park.
"We get the most customers here." Sky said. "How about you three sell over there," he pointed to the south side of the park, "and we'll sell over there." This time he pointed to the north side.
"Brilliant plan. 'Cept we can't find a restaurant by ourselves, and we're plannin' on havin' lunch taday." Rave said.
Sky rolled his eyes. "You should've brought something to eat, then."
"Look, we'se supposed ta sell wit you. Dat's da whole point of our trip, ya know." Rave frowned.
"Yeah, I mean, we should try an' get ta know each oddah." Fantasy said.
"How about, you three get to know each other better, and us three will get to know each other better." Sky suggested.
"Sky, we probably should sell together." Hope said. "We're only doing to them what everyone here's been doing to us."
"What'd ya mean?" Atlantic asked.
"Everyone that lives here is blaming us for what the mayor's been doing." Hope answered.
"And dis has ta do wit us... how?" Fantasy asked.
"The mayor started all of this after you won the strike." Sky said. "If you hadn't, everything would be the same! We wouldn't be starving, and all the families living on the streets wouldn't be, either. People would actually buy papers from us, and we'd be let into all the restaurants, not just one of them. And these houses- they wouldn't be falling down. Chicago was a better place, until you won your damn strike!"
"How did we make families live on da streets? Or make ya starve?" Rave asked, getting angry. "We'se was fightin' for da rights of people like us- and people like you!"
"We never asked you to fight for our rights!" Sky shouted. The people around them stared, and those with children moved them farther away, afraid that the 'street rats' would start a fight.
Brogue looked at his friend, surprised. He rarely got this angry. Fantasy and Atlantic, however, knew Rave too well and looked at each other a little fearfully; the mood she was in was almost always followed by a fight.
"Rave..." Fantasy warned. Rave, however, didn't hear her, or choose to ignore her.
"How were we supposed ta know dat dis would happen?! If youse was in our place, ya would've done da same thing!" Rave shouted back.
"Oh really? You're sure about that?" Sky asked coldly.
"If your friends and home and way of life was in danger, wouldn't you fight to fix it?" Rave asked, toning her voice down but definitely not her anger.
"What'd you think we're doing now? You ruined our home, our way of life, and made us all miserable."
"Look, if they'd 'a known dis would've happened... How could dey have known? Dis all started because Pulitzer raised da price of our papes. It turned out differently den dey thought it would." Rave said. "Ya think dat I like seein' Chicago dis way, dat dis is what we wanted ta happen? 'Cause it ain't."
"Why do you care what Chicago looked like?" Sky asked.
"I lived heah up until two years ago." Rave said. Her anger lessened as she looked around. "It's different, but I don't like it."
The Chicago newsies stared at her for a few minutes, not sure what to say.
"Well, we should get sellin'." Brogue said, breaking the silence.
"Let's spread out a bit and not steal each oddahs customers." Fantasy said. The rest nodded and did just that.
Fantasy made sure she was by Atlantic, and after they had sold for a few hours, she went over by the other girl, a little disappointed because she had only sold five of her papers.
"Dat was weird." She said.
Atlantic nodded. "It didn't end in a fight."
Fantasy laughed. "I was surprised, dough, dat she told 'em she lived heah before."
"I don't think she meant ta. It's one of dos things dat jus' come out when you're mad." Atlantic said, setting down her papers and sitting next to the younger girl.
"Well, it stopped da fight." Fantasy said.
"Which is a very good thing." Atlantic said.
"Is it jus' me, or is it hard ta sell heah?" Fantasy asked.
"I can't sell too many, eddah." Atlantic said. "Which makes me think dat what dey were sayin' is true."
"It has ta be." Fantasy said. "Dey wouldn't be mad at us for nothin'." She sighed. "I feel bad, dat we ruined everythin' for 'em."
"So do I, but it's not really our fault." Atlantic said. "Nobody knew dis would happen..."
"Ya know, I'se getting' a little hungry." Fantasy said.
"So am I. Ya wanna go talk to 'em?" Atlantic asked. Fantasy nodded and they both picked up their papers. Rave joined them as them walked past her selling spot, where she had been sitting on top of the papers that she was supposed to be selling.
"Hard time sellin'?" Fantasy asked.
"You can tell?" Rave asked. The three girls laughed.
"It's not so funny if it happens every day." Sky said from behind them. They all turned around to find him, Brogue, and Hope behind them.
"Ye want some lunch?" Brogue asked them.
"Yeah, we'se starvin'." Rave said.
"You don't know what it's like to be starving." Sky said.
"Come on, we know this great restaurant." Hope said, interfering.
"Great, let's go, we could use somethin' ta eat." Fantasy said.
"Is it close?" Atlantic asked.
Hope nodded. "It's right down this block. We go there every day for lunch."
"Ya think anyone else will be dere?" Rave asked, not wanting to sit with her 'partner' for all of lunch.
"They might be, though they've been goin' to the lodgin' house most days." Brogue said. "Snoot makes great sandwiches."
"Why don't we go dere, too?" Rave asked.
"It's a pretty far walk." Hope said.
"I ain't afraid of walkin'." Rave answered.
"Ye'll like the restaurant, lass, I promise." Brogue said.
That made Rave laugh. "Lass?"
Brogue shrugged. "I don't know your name."
"Dat can be fixed. I'se Rave." She said. "And now dat ya mention it- what's your name?"
"I'm Hope." She said, laughing. "I guess we forgot to introduce ourselves."
"We bettah do dat, then, 'cause I'se not sure who you are." Fantasy said, pointing to Sky.
He sighed. "I'm Sky, and you?"
"Oh, I'se Fantasy."
"And I'se Atlantic."
"Brogue."
"Suits ya." Rave said, talking to Brogue.
"Aye, that's who I got it." Brogue laughed.
All of a sudden, Hope stopped. "Umm... we passed the restaurant."
They all looked behind them, and Sky and Brogue recognized the awning of the only restaurant that would let them in.
"Aye, that we did. Good eye, Hope." Brogue said, turning around.
The group retraced their steps, where they stopped in front of Donavan's. "This is it." Sky said.
Rave's eyes widened as she saw the name and the familiar building. "It's Donavan's!" she cried.
"Good to know you can read." Sky said.
Rave, however, ignored him and barged straight into the restaurant. "Maggie Donavan, get out heah right now!"
Everyone else followed her in, but stood by the door, startled.
"Maggie Donavan, I swear! If ya don't come out right now..." Rave started to shout, and then stopped as a middle-aged woman stepped out from the kitchen. Rave recognized her right away, though her hair was beginning to gray and she looked smaller and thinner. She ran over to her and gave her a hug. "Maggie Donavan! I didn't except ta see you again!"
Maggie hugged her back, and then held her out at arm's length to get a good look at her. "I have to say the same, missy, though I can't say I'm not glad to see you. My, you've grown!"
Rave laughed. "It's been two years."
Maggie laughed with her. "Indeed it has. Two long years."
"What happened to your hair, Maggie?" Rave asked.
Maggie reached her hand up to her rapidly graying hair. "Hard times, Rave, dear. We haven't been getting many customers."
"Well, taday you've got six of 'em, three of which have plenty of money for yer great cookin'!" Rave shouted, waving to the five newsies standing by the door. They came forward.
"Maggie, I'd like ya ta meet me friends, Fantasy an' Atlantic. And dese three are newsies heah in Chicago..."
"Hope, Sky, and Brogue." Maggie said, cutting her off. "I know them."
"Ya know 'em?" Rave asked.
"They're my most frequent customers." Maggie said. "If it wasn't for them, coming every day, I'd 'a had to close down." She smiled at them, and they smiled back. "I'm delighted to meet you two. A friend of Rave is a friend of mine!"
"We've come for lunch." Sky said, though it was not needed.
Maggie laughed. "In that case, pick a table, any table! I'll be out with you in a few minutes. I need to find that darn Eddie..." Mumbling to herself, she walked back into the kitchen.
"You know Maggie?" Rave asked.
"We told you we ate here every day." Hope said.
"You know Maggie?" Sky asked.
"I told ya I used ta live heah." Rave answered, smiling. "I used ta come heah all da time. I helped her in da kitchen if she needed it."
Brogue smiled. "This time, you're here as a customer."
Fantasy laughed. "Which table?"
The six newsies moved from table to table, sitting down and then standing up, until they found a table that they all liked, which took a long time.
"I like dis one." Atlantic said.
"Nah, it's got a tilt to it." Rave said, and they all got up and went to the next table.
"This one's good." Sky said.
"No, me chair's wobbly." Fantasy said, and they were up again, heading for the next table, which was a two-person table.
"I don't think this one will work." Hope said.
"We can make it work!" Rave shouted. She pushed Fantasy down in one of the chairs, and then pushed Atlantic onto her lap. Then she sat on top of both of them. "I'se comfortable."
Sky grinned. "That's a good idea." He grabbed Hope, but instead of putting her on the other chair, he put her on top of Rave, and then Brogue on top of her. He laughed and then sat on top of him. "You're right, very comfortable."
"Get off, yer hurtin' me legs!" Fantasy yelled.
"Aww, I'm sorry." Sky said, and shifted his position. "Does this help?"
"No!" Fantasy shouted.
"Good!" Sky laughed, but the next second he was on the ground with Brogue on top of him. "What the..." Sky started.
Fantasy groaned.
"What's wrong?" Atlantic asked.
"Da chair broke!" Fantasy said. She sat up and lifted up one of the legs of the chair. Everyone laughed.
"What should we do?" Hope asked.
"I'll be in in a second!" Maggie called through the door.
"Quick, hide it!" Rave whispered.
"Where?" Brogue asked.
They all looked around, trying to find a place to hide the broken pieces. Fantasy's eyes landed on the umbrella holder, while Brogue's landed on the cabinets that held towels and plates.
Fantasy grabbed the legs and all the nails she could find, while Brogue grabbed all the bigger pieces. The two raced to the different spots, and then ran back to the table that Atlantic, Rave, Sky, and Hope had sat down at. They sat in the empty chairs just in time. Maggie walked through the kitchen door, and the six at the table laughed.
"What'd I miss?" Maggie asked.
"Nothin'." Rave said. "How 'bout some lunch?"
Everyone agreed, and they ordered. And if anyone looked in through the windows, they would have seen what looked like a group of friends, for the six newsies, though they hadn't forgotten where they were from, were talking and having fun, forgetting for a time that they should be mad at each other.
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Atlantic, Fantasy, Rave, Sky, Hope, and Brogue walked along the streets of Chicago, and stopped when they reached Lincoln Park.
"We get the most customers here." Sky said. "How about you three sell over there," he pointed to the south side of the park, "and we'll sell over there." This time he pointed to the north side.
"Brilliant plan. 'Cept we can't find a restaurant by ourselves, and we're plannin' on havin' lunch taday." Rave said.
Sky rolled his eyes. "You should've brought something to eat, then."
"Look, we'se supposed ta sell wit you. Dat's da whole point of our trip, ya know." Rave frowned.
"Yeah, I mean, we should try an' get ta know each oddah." Fantasy said.
"How about, you three get to know each other better, and us three will get to know each other better." Sky suggested.
"Sky, we probably should sell together." Hope said. "We're only doing to them what everyone here's been doing to us."
"What'd ya mean?" Atlantic asked.
"Everyone that lives here is blaming us for what the mayor's been doing." Hope answered.
"And dis has ta do wit us... how?" Fantasy asked.
"The mayor started all of this after you won the strike." Sky said. "If you hadn't, everything would be the same! We wouldn't be starving, and all the families living on the streets wouldn't be, either. People would actually buy papers from us, and we'd be let into all the restaurants, not just one of them. And these houses- they wouldn't be falling down. Chicago was a better place, until you won your damn strike!"
"How did we make families live on da streets? Or make ya starve?" Rave asked, getting angry. "We'se was fightin' for da rights of people like us- and people like you!"
"We never asked you to fight for our rights!" Sky shouted. The people around them stared, and those with children moved them farther away, afraid that the 'street rats' would start a fight.
Brogue looked at his friend, surprised. He rarely got this angry. Fantasy and Atlantic, however, knew Rave too well and looked at each other a little fearfully; the mood she was in was almost always followed by a fight.
"Rave..." Fantasy warned. Rave, however, didn't hear her, or choose to ignore her.
"How were we supposed ta know dat dis would happen?! If youse was in our place, ya would've done da same thing!" Rave shouted back.
"Oh really? You're sure about that?" Sky asked coldly.
"If your friends and home and way of life was in danger, wouldn't you fight to fix it?" Rave asked, toning her voice down but definitely not her anger.
"What'd you think we're doing now? You ruined our home, our way of life, and made us all miserable."
"Look, if they'd 'a known dis would've happened... How could dey have known? Dis all started because Pulitzer raised da price of our papes. It turned out differently den dey thought it would." Rave said. "Ya think dat I like seein' Chicago dis way, dat dis is what we wanted ta happen? 'Cause it ain't."
"Why do you care what Chicago looked like?" Sky asked.
"I lived heah up until two years ago." Rave said. Her anger lessened as she looked around. "It's different, but I don't like it."
The Chicago newsies stared at her for a few minutes, not sure what to say.
"Well, we should get sellin'." Brogue said, breaking the silence.
"Let's spread out a bit and not steal each oddahs customers." Fantasy said. The rest nodded and did just that.
Fantasy made sure she was by Atlantic, and after they had sold for a few hours, she went over by the other girl, a little disappointed because she had only sold five of her papers.
"Dat was weird." She said.
Atlantic nodded. "It didn't end in a fight."
Fantasy laughed. "I was surprised, dough, dat she told 'em she lived heah before."
"I don't think she meant ta. It's one of dos things dat jus' come out when you're mad." Atlantic said, setting down her papers and sitting next to the younger girl.
"Well, it stopped da fight." Fantasy said.
"Which is a very good thing." Atlantic said.
"Is it jus' me, or is it hard ta sell heah?" Fantasy asked.
"I can't sell too many, eddah." Atlantic said. "Which makes me think dat what dey were sayin' is true."
"It has ta be." Fantasy said. "Dey wouldn't be mad at us for nothin'." She sighed. "I feel bad, dat we ruined everythin' for 'em."
"So do I, but it's not really our fault." Atlantic said. "Nobody knew dis would happen..."
"Ya know, I'se getting' a little hungry." Fantasy said.
"So am I. Ya wanna go talk to 'em?" Atlantic asked. Fantasy nodded and they both picked up their papers. Rave joined them as them walked past her selling spot, where she had been sitting on top of the papers that she was supposed to be selling.
"Hard time sellin'?" Fantasy asked.
"You can tell?" Rave asked. The three girls laughed.
"It's not so funny if it happens every day." Sky said from behind them. They all turned around to find him, Brogue, and Hope behind them.
"Ye want some lunch?" Brogue asked them.
"Yeah, we'se starvin'." Rave said.
"You don't know what it's like to be starving." Sky said.
"Come on, we know this great restaurant." Hope said, interfering.
"Great, let's go, we could use somethin' ta eat." Fantasy said.
"Is it close?" Atlantic asked.
Hope nodded. "It's right down this block. We go there every day for lunch."
"Ya think anyone else will be dere?" Rave asked, not wanting to sit with her 'partner' for all of lunch.
"They might be, though they've been goin' to the lodgin' house most days." Brogue said. "Snoot makes great sandwiches."
"Why don't we go dere, too?" Rave asked.
"It's a pretty far walk." Hope said.
"I ain't afraid of walkin'." Rave answered.
"Ye'll like the restaurant, lass, I promise." Brogue said.
That made Rave laugh. "Lass?"
Brogue shrugged. "I don't know your name."
"Dat can be fixed. I'se Rave." She said. "And now dat ya mention it- what's your name?"
"I'm Hope." She said, laughing. "I guess we forgot to introduce ourselves."
"We bettah do dat, then, 'cause I'se not sure who you are." Fantasy said, pointing to Sky.
He sighed. "I'm Sky, and you?"
"Oh, I'se Fantasy."
"And I'se Atlantic."
"Brogue."
"Suits ya." Rave said, talking to Brogue.
"Aye, that's who I got it." Brogue laughed.
All of a sudden, Hope stopped. "Umm... we passed the restaurant."
They all looked behind them, and Sky and Brogue recognized the awning of the only restaurant that would let them in.
"Aye, that we did. Good eye, Hope." Brogue said, turning around.
The group retraced their steps, where they stopped in front of Donavan's. "This is it." Sky said.
Rave's eyes widened as she saw the name and the familiar building. "It's Donavan's!" she cried.
"Good to know you can read." Sky said.
Rave, however, ignored him and barged straight into the restaurant. "Maggie Donavan, get out heah right now!"
Everyone else followed her in, but stood by the door, startled.
"Maggie Donavan, I swear! If ya don't come out right now..." Rave started to shout, and then stopped as a middle-aged woman stepped out from the kitchen. Rave recognized her right away, though her hair was beginning to gray and she looked smaller and thinner. She ran over to her and gave her a hug. "Maggie Donavan! I didn't except ta see you again!"
Maggie hugged her back, and then held her out at arm's length to get a good look at her. "I have to say the same, missy, though I can't say I'm not glad to see you. My, you've grown!"
Rave laughed. "It's been two years."
Maggie laughed with her. "Indeed it has. Two long years."
"What happened to your hair, Maggie?" Rave asked.
Maggie reached her hand up to her rapidly graying hair. "Hard times, Rave, dear. We haven't been getting many customers."
"Well, taday you've got six of 'em, three of which have plenty of money for yer great cookin'!" Rave shouted, waving to the five newsies standing by the door. They came forward.
"Maggie, I'd like ya ta meet me friends, Fantasy an' Atlantic. And dese three are newsies heah in Chicago..."
"Hope, Sky, and Brogue." Maggie said, cutting her off. "I know them."
"Ya know 'em?" Rave asked.
"They're my most frequent customers." Maggie said. "If it wasn't for them, coming every day, I'd 'a had to close down." She smiled at them, and they smiled back. "I'm delighted to meet you two. A friend of Rave is a friend of mine!"
"We've come for lunch." Sky said, though it was not needed.
Maggie laughed. "In that case, pick a table, any table! I'll be out with you in a few minutes. I need to find that darn Eddie..." Mumbling to herself, she walked back into the kitchen.
"You know Maggie?" Rave asked.
"We told you we ate here every day." Hope said.
"You know Maggie?" Sky asked.
"I told ya I used ta live heah." Rave answered, smiling. "I used ta come heah all da time. I helped her in da kitchen if she needed it."
Brogue smiled. "This time, you're here as a customer."
Fantasy laughed. "Which table?"
The six newsies moved from table to table, sitting down and then standing up, until they found a table that they all liked, which took a long time.
"I like dis one." Atlantic said.
"Nah, it's got a tilt to it." Rave said, and they all got up and went to the next table.
"This one's good." Sky said.
"No, me chair's wobbly." Fantasy said, and they were up again, heading for the next table, which was a two-person table.
"I don't think this one will work." Hope said.
"We can make it work!" Rave shouted. She pushed Fantasy down in one of the chairs, and then pushed Atlantic onto her lap. Then she sat on top of both of them. "I'se comfortable."
Sky grinned. "That's a good idea." He grabbed Hope, but instead of putting her on the other chair, he put her on top of Rave, and then Brogue on top of her. He laughed and then sat on top of him. "You're right, very comfortable."
"Get off, yer hurtin' me legs!" Fantasy yelled.
"Aww, I'm sorry." Sky said, and shifted his position. "Does this help?"
"No!" Fantasy shouted.
"Good!" Sky laughed, but the next second he was on the ground with Brogue on top of him. "What the..." Sky started.
Fantasy groaned.
"What's wrong?" Atlantic asked.
"Da chair broke!" Fantasy said. She sat up and lifted up one of the legs of the chair. Everyone laughed.
"What should we do?" Hope asked.
"I'll be in in a second!" Maggie called through the door.
"Quick, hide it!" Rave whispered.
"Where?" Brogue asked.
They all looked around, trying to find a place to hide the broken pieces. Fantasy's eyes landed on the umbrella holder, while Brogue's landed on the cabinets that held towels and plates.
Fantasy grabbed the legs and all the nails she could find, while Brogue grabbed all the bigger pieces. The two raced to the different spots, and then ran back to the table that Atlantic, Rave, Sky, and Hope had sat down at. They sat in the empty chairs just in time. Maggie walked through the kitchen door, and the six at the table laughed.
"What'd I miss?" Maggie asked.
"Nothin'." Rave said. "How 'bout some lunch?"
Everyone agreed, and they ordered. And if anyone looked in through the windows, they would have seen what looked like a group of friends, for the six newsies, though they hadn't forgotten where they were from, were talking and having fun, forgetting for a time that they should be mad at each other.