Disclaimer: I do not own newsies (wish I did) but I don't. I only own
Spunk, everyone else owns themselves. Yah Disney owns newsies *tear* shhh
they live in my closet! lol
Livin da NYC Life
Ch. 1 I Can't Believe It...
As the carriage pulled away from the bustling crowd, she just stood there with her friends, watching the car move quickly into the distance, Jack Kelly waving at them from the back, until it was gone.
"I-I can't believe he's actually gone..." said Spunk, biting her lip to keep from crying. She was the kind of girl who never let anyone see her cry. Ever.
"I know. Neitha can I..." Kane said slowly, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
Trolley looked at the ground and sniffed. Tag and Seer sniffed too.
"Come on guys, let's get outta heah." spat Poker and they followed her back to the newsie lodging house. Spunk climbed up to her top bunk and yelled into the pillow, her cheeks turning a dark scarlet.
"It's alright. It's ok to cry." Ponine said and put her hand on Spunk's arm. Spunk sat straight up, her eyes blazing.
"I don't cry." Spunk mused.
After that, they mostly left her alone for the rest of the day. Jack Kelly had been one of Spunk's best friends. He had been sort of an older brother to her. He was the one that had found her, half dead on the street when she was 8. He was the one that had made her a newsie. But now he was gone.
As the sky darkened, Spunk silently jumped off her bunk, and walked out into the cool night air. She walked all down the streets where Jack had always sold papers, and where he had fought scabs and remembered everything else he had always done.
"Hey sweetheart, whattaya doin heah?" a voice rang out. Spunk wheeled around, fists in the air, ready to fight, but only saw her boyfriend, Mush. She had been so deep in thought, she hadn't heard him sneak up on her.
She smiled and flung herself into his arms. He kissed her on the cheek and the continued to walk down the streets. She told him about how she missed Jack and he listened to every word of it.
They turned a corner down an alleyway, and saw Ponine sharing a passionate kiss with her boyfriend, Itey. But before they could see them, Spunk and Mush had left the alleyway as quickly as they had come.
"Well that was something I didn't need to see right now." Spunk said sarcastically. Mush laughed and walked her back to the newsgirl's lodging house. They said goodbye and she walked inside. She got into bed fully clothed, and couldn't help thinking about what a great boyfriend Mush was, as she pulled the covers over her head and fell asleep.
Next morning, she was awoken with a start by ABC ripping the covers off her bed and yelling "WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!" in her ear.
"Why do ya hafta go and wake me up like dat every morning?" she asked ABC.
ABC thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "I don't know. Cuz it's fun!" and she walked away. Spunk rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling and giggling about how silly her friend was.
She slowly got out of bed and put her hair in braids. She grabbed her newsie hat off the bed stand and hastily shoved it on her head. She rushed out the door with Jazz as they all stalked off to get their morning papers.
Tag caught up with them and they walked up to the circulation desk together. Weasel was sitting up on his stool behind the desk looking half asleep.
The newsies grabbed their papers and went off to their usual selling spots.
"Extry extry read all about it! Rabid pigeons attack civilians!" Spunk shouted above the noise of the crowd. Jack had taught her how to "improve the truth" well. The story was really about a pigeon whom children had been throwing rocks at, that got mad and had scratched one of them.
A young man, probably in his 20's bought a paper from her and he gave her a nickel for it and told her to keep the change. She walked briskly away, just incase the man was to start reading that article and into the crowd. About two minutes later, the man came back for a refund. Spunk ran. She could not get caught lying to get money. She'd go to jail. She saw the man start talking to a cop and her face went dead white. The bull looked at her and started running towards her with his beating stick held high in the air. She ran faster.
She ran down an alley way. It was a dead end. She had to think fast, or it was the refuge she would spend that night in. She saw a crate on the ground and pulled it over to the wall, where she sat down and pulled out one of her own papers and started to read.
The officer came storming into the alley and noticed her sitting there. Seeing that she had no weapons and was not potentially dangerous, he put his beating stick away.
She looked up from her newspaper pretending to look surprised at him standing there. "Oh, hello offissa, I didn't see ya standin dere." She said in mock surprise.
"Excuse me young lady, I have received information telling me that you have been stealing money from unsuspecting citizens and telling them false stories. Is this true?"
"Me offissa? No way. I been sittin heah for hours readin dis heah news papah." she lied.
"Well that man over there," he pointed back out of the alley way, "says that you told him a story that wasn't in the paper."
"Oh gee! An editor's error! That's a one in a million papah! I'll take it back if he doesn't wa--" she started but she was cut off.
"Oh, I didn't know that. I'll go tell him. I'm sure he'll be happy to know that!" he walked away, whistling out of the alley. When she was sure he was gone, she sped out of the alley and out into the crowd again.
"That must have been one stupid bull," she thought to herself, "that lie wouldn't have worked on anyone else." She laughed to herself.
She sold the rest of her papers and looked around for her friends. She saw Poker, Kane, and Trolley shooting craps in another alleyway. She walked over to them and joined the game.
When she had won 50 cents from the other girls, they stopped playing.
"You cheat!" shouted Poker.
"No I don't!" Spunk shouted back. They got into an argument, but before they could carry it on, Trolley stopped them both.
They walked back to the Newsie lodging house, and Spunk told the girls about her close call with the bulls. They were impressed and amused by the cop's stupidity, but Spunk was sure it was only luck that had saved her.
"I'll never go to the refuge." She told herself. "I can get myself out of anything." She smiled and she and her friends talked the rest of the night away until they fell into their beds and passed out for the night.
Livin da NYC Life
Ch. 1 I Can't Believe It...
As the carriage pulled away from the bustling crowd, she just stood there with her friends, watching the car move quickly into the distance, Jack Kelly waving at them from the back, until it was gone.
"I-I can't believe he's actually gone..." said Spunk, biting her lip to keep from crying. She was the kind of girl who never let anyone see her cry. Ever.
"I know. Neitha can I..." Kane said slowly, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
Trolley looked at the ground and sniffed. Tag and Seer sniffed too.
"Come on guys, let's get outta heah." spat Poker and they followed her back to the newsie lodging house. Spunk climbed up to her top bunk and yelled into the pillow, her cheeks turning a dark scarlet.
"It's alright. It's ok to cry." Ponine said and put her hand on Spunk's arm. Spunk sat straight up, her eyes blazing.
"I don't cry." Spunk mused.
After that, they mostly left her alone for the rest of the day. Jack Kelly had been one of Spunk's best friends. He had been sort of an older brother to her. He was the one that had found her, half dead on the street when she was 8. He was the one that had made her a newsie. But now he was gone.
As the sky darkened, Spunk silently jumped off her bunk, and walked out into the cool night air. She walked all down the streets where Jack had always sold papers, and where he had fought scabs and remembered everything else he had always done.
"Hey sweetheart, whattaya doin heah?" a voice rang out. Spunk wheeled around, fists in the air, ready to fight, but only saw her boyfriend, Mush. She had been so deep in thought, she hadn't heard him sneak up on her.
She smiled and flung herself into his arms. He kissed her on the cheek and the continued to walk down the streets. She told him about how she missed Jack and he listened to every word of it.
They turned a corner down an alleyway, and saw Ponine sharing a passionate kiss with her boyfriend, Itey. But before they could see them, Spunk and Mush had left the alleyway as quickly as they had come.
"Well that was something I didn't need to see right now." Spunk said sarcastically. Mush laughed and walked her back to the newsgirl's lodging house. They said goodbye and she walked inside. She got into bed fully clothed, and couldn't help thinking about what a great boyfriend Mush was, as she pulled the covers over her head and fell asleep.
Next morning, she was awoken with a start by ABC ripping the covers off her bed and yelling "WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!" in her ear.
"Why do ya hafta go and wake me up like dat every morning?" she asked ABC.
ABC thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "I don't know. Cuz it's fun!" and she walked away. Spunk rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling and giggling about how silly her friend was.
She slowly got out of bed and put her hair in braids. She grabbed her newsie hat off the bed stand and hastily shoved it on her head. She rushed out the door with Jazz as they all stalked off to get their morning papers.
Tag caught up with them and they walked up to the circulation desk together. Weasel was sitting up on his stool behind the desk looking half asleep.
The newsies grabbed their papers and went off to their usual selling spots.
"Extry extry read all about it! Rabid pigeons attack civilians!" Spunk shouted above the noise of the crowd. Jack had taught her how to "improve the truth" well. The story was really about a pigeon whom children had been throwing rocks at, that got mad and had scratched one of them.
A young man, probably in his 20's bought a paper from her and he gave her a nickel for it and told her to keep the change. She walked briskly away, just incase the man was to start reading that article and into the crowd. About two minutes later, the man came back for a refund. Spunk ran. She could not get caught lying to get money. She'd go to jail. She saw the man start talking to a cop and her face went dead white. The bull looked at her and started running towards her with his beating stick held high in the air. She ran faster.
She ran down an alley way. It was a dead end. She had to think fast, or it was the refuge she would spend that night in. She saw a crate on the ground and pulled it over to the wall, where she sat down and pulled out one of her own papers and started to read.
The officer came storming into the alley and noticed her sitting there. Seeing that she had no weapons and was not potentially dangerous, he put his beating stick away.
She looked up from her newspaper pretending to look surprised at him standing there. "Oh, hello offissa, I didn't see ya standin dere." She said in mock surprise.
"Excuse me young lady, I have received information telling me that you have been stealing money from unsuspecting citizens and telling them false stories. Is this true?"
"Me offissa? No way. I been sittin heah for hours readin dis heah news papah." she lied.
"Well that man over there," he pointed back out of the alley way, "says that you told him a story that wasn't in the paper."
"Oh gee! An editor's error! That's a one in a million papah! I'll take it back if he doesn't wa--" she started but she was cut off.
"Oh, I didn't know that. I'll go tell him. I'm sure he'll be happy to know that!" he walked away, whistling out of the alley. When she was sure he was gone, she sped out of the alley and out into the crowd again.
"That must have been one stupid bull," she thought to herself, "that lie wouldn't have worked on anyone else." She laughed to herself.
She sold the rest of her papers and looked around for her friends. She saw Poker, Kane, and Trolley shooting craps in another alleyway. She walked over to them and joined the game.
When she had won 50 cents from the other girls, they stopped playing.
"You cheat!" shouted Poker.
"No I don't!" Spunk shouted back. They got into an argument, but before they could carry it on, Trolley stopped them both.
They walked back to the Newsie lodging house, and Spunk told the girls about her close call with the bulls. They were impressed and amused by the cop's stupidity, but Spunk was sure it was only luck that had saved her.
"I'll never go to the refuge." She told herself. "I can get myself out of anything." She smiled and she and her friends talked the rest of the night away until they fell into their beds and passed out for the night.