Disclaimer—I don't own Newsies, nor any other Media references I may make.
I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
SpotLover421-thanks for catching up! I love how you end your reviews 'onto the next chappie!' 'Tis funny. And Dutchy does belong with Specs! They have to be together!
A/n: you have no ides how long it took me to type that. My hands are NUMB!!! Alex made me go to practice! Outside!
Alex: no I didn't!
Buttons: yes you did. And I was freezing!
Alex: suck it up :P
(Friday)
~Kid Blink's PoV~
I've got a tan-line around where my eye-patch is. I know because I take my patch off every night before I go to bed and when I shower. I don't think I could go without wearing my eye-patch anymore, I've been wearing it for so long that one of my eyes is smaller than the other and it crusts together sometimes.
An advantage to having an eye-patch is that I'm exempt from some PhysEd units including swimming. The teachers think that the high chlorine level will be bad for my wound or something. I don't mind, I never liked swimming much anyways.
As it is right now my best friend is Mush. I even tried out for the play because he did and I surprisingly got the part of Gregory. I was never that good of an actor to begin with but I guess I was better than someone. I thought Mush would get the part of Romeo for sure but he didn't, that 'Dutchy' kid did. Admittedly he was a pretty good actor when he rehearsed with us the other day.
My sister flushed my script down the toilet and my brother blocked the bathroom door while she did so. I think the whole world is out to get me, but then again, they're six and nine. Maybe all siblings are like that, thankfully I only have two.
I still don't understand what's so offensive about biting your thumb, but my English teacher says it was a way to directly offend someone back then, kind of like flipping someone the bird, only worse. I guess Mush and I shouldn't have bitten our thumbs at Dutchy like that.
~Itey's PoV~
I kept my end of the bargain; I'm not wearing a button-up shirt. I'm wearing a Korn shirt (the 'K' is backwards).
Race picked me up in his old beat-up car. My mom gave his mom our address. I ran outside at the honking of the horn and got in the backseat.
'Who's Korn?" was the first thing he asked me.
'A band. From Canada."
"Oh." Race looked confused, "uh, yeah, Itey this is Bumlets, Bumlets, Itey." He gestured towards the kid in the front seat."
"Hullo," Bumlets surveyed me, pulling his headphones down. I could hear tinny music blasting from them.
"What are you listening to?" he was still surveying me; it was kinda scary.
He blinked a few times and then looked at his Discman as though he'd forgotten he wore it, 'Children of Bodom."
I had never heard of them, "really? I love them."
Bumlets gave me a half smile and put his headphones back on. "Where are you from Itey?" I swore I heard something smug in his voice.
"Chicago." I was staring at the New York streets. Big cities have a lot of similarities, you know, cars, crimes and.........uh.........children! The three 'C's.
Bumlets grinned, "Chicago has," the lousiest shopping district? Corrupt street vendors? Me? "The biggest airport ever! Seriously Race," he turned to Racetrack, "they have revolving toilets. That's awesome!"
Maybe Bumlets wasn't so bad after all.........
Race shook his head, "great Bums, now your ass won't touch where someone else's did."
A/n: ah yes, the wise words of Racetrack. Don't we all appreciate his.........um.........knowledge? I'd like to thank Mountie for telling me all about heavy metal. Anything that appears heavy metal knowledge-like came from her. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. Please keep reading and reviewing!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
SpotLover421-thanks for catching up! I love how you end your reviews 'onto the next chappie!' 'Tis funny. And Dutchy does belong with Specs! They have to be together!
A/n: you have no ides how long it took me to type that. My hands are NUMB!!! Alex made me go to practice! Outside!
Alex: no I didn't!
Buttons: yes you did. And I was freezing!
Alex: suck it up :P
(Friday)
~Kid Blink's PoV~
I've got a tan-line around where my eye-patch is. I know because I take my patch off every night before I go to bed and when I shower. I don't think I could go without wearing my eye-patch anymore, I've been wearing it for so long that one of my eyes is smaller than the other and it crusts together sometimes.
An advantage to having an eye-patch is that I'm exempt from some PhysEd units including swimming. The teachers think that the high chlorine level will be bad for my wound or something. I don't mind, I never liked swimming much anyways.
As it is right now my best friend is Mush. I even tried out for the play because he did and I surprisingly got the part of Gregory. I was never that good of an actor to begin with but I guess I was better than someone. I thought Mush would get the part of Romeo for sure but he didn't, that 'Dutchy' kid did. Admittedly he was a pretty good actor when he rehearsed with us the other day.
My sister flushed my script down the toilet and my brother blocked the bathroom door while she did so. I think the whole world is out to get me, but then again, they're six and nine. Maybe all siblings are like that, thankfully I only have two.
I still don't understand what's so offensive about biting your thumb, but my English teacher says it was a way to directly offend someone back then, kind of like flipping someone the bird, only worse. I guess Mush and I shouldn't have bitten our thumbs at Dutchy like that.
~Itey's PoV~
I kept my end of the bargain; I'm not wearing a button-up shirt. I'm wearing a Korn shirt (the 'K' is backwards).
Race picked me up in his old beat-up car. My mom gave his mom our address. I ran outside at the honking of the horn and got in the backseat.
'Who's Korn?" was the first thing he asked me.
'A band. From Canada."
"Oh." Race looked confused, "uh, yeah, Itey this is Bumlets, Bumlets, Itey." He gestured towards the kid in the front seat."
"Hullo," Bumlets surveyed me, pulling his headphones down. I could hear tinny music blasting from them.
"What are you listening to?" he was still surveying me; it was kinda scary.
He blinked a few times and then looked at his Discman as though he'd forgotten he wore it, 'Children of Bodom."
I had never heard of them, "really? I love them."
Bumlets gave me a half smile and put his headphones back on. "Where are you from Itey?" I swore I heard something smug in his voice.
"Chicago." I was staring at the New York streets. Big cities have a lot of similarities, you know, cars, crimes and.........uh.........children! The three 'C's.
Bumlets grinned, "Chicago has," the lousiest shopping district? Corrupt street vendors? Me? "The biggest airport ever! Seriously Race," he turned to Racetrack, "they have revolving toilets. That's awesome!"
Maybe Bumlets wasn't so bad after all.........
Race shook his head, "great Bums, now your ass won't touch where someone else's did."
A/n: ah yes, the wise words of Racetrack. Don't we all appreciate his.........um.........knowledge? I'd like to thank Mountie for telling me all about heavy metal. Anything that appears heavy metal knowledge-like came from her. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. Please keep reading and reviewing!