A/n: Hi everyone! thanx for the reviews and the characters! None of the sent-in characters are in this chapter, sorry. They'll all come in chapters 2 and 3, though, don't worry! Chapter one(through the portal) is reserved especially for the Newsies I don't own. Enjoy!
General point of view here…
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"Jack…Jack!" a curly-haired boy called after a taller boy turning a corner up ahead. "Jack! Wait up!" he called again.
The tall boy stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around.
"Whaddya want Davey," he snapped in a clearly aggravated tone. "I ain't talkin' 'bout ya' sister, okay?"
"You better be talking about my sister, Jack. She was sitting on the rooftop crying, and she wouldn't tell me why! If you broke her heart Jack Kelly…"
"What, You'se gunna soak me?" Jack asked sarcastically. "Look heah. I'se didn't break your sista's heart." Jack said. His hardened face suddenly turned from angry to sad.
"Then what happened?" Davey demanded in a loud voice.
"Sh…She…"he stuttered. Then he took a big sigh. "She broke mine." he said quietly. Jack leaned up against a nearby brick wall, and slipped on his black cowboy hat, hiding his face. David's expression softened immediately, and he stood there, dumbstruck.
"She…What?" he asked, barely audible.
"Dint' I tell ya I'se ain't talkin' 'bout it?" Jack said, aggravated again. He took off at a brisk walk down the street towards the Newsboy's Lodging House
"Jack!" David shouted again.
"Go home David," Jack yelled back. His voice cracked a little, and he broke into a run, leaving David standing far behind him. When Jack reached the Lodging House, he didn't walk inside the door, but instead turned into the alley beside it and climbed the fire escape to the roof.
OOOOOOOOOO
Meanwhile, Inside the Lodging House…
"Oy, Race. Racetrack! Deal me anudda'."
"Whateva' you says, Spot," Racetrack Higgins replied happily, having beaten the most famous newsie in Poker…5 times in a row.
"This time, Boots is Dealer, though." Spot Conlon demanded.
The grin slid off Race's face. "Fine." he said quietly. realizing that this game was going to be a bit tougher.
Boots walked over to the two boys and joined them on the floor to Deal. "Okay boys, you'se know 'da game, play fair, no cheating, and that." Boots reminded them. When they nodded, Boots shuffled the deck 3 or 4 times, then dealt five cards to both Race and Spot, While they arranged their best Poker Faces. Spot traded in 2 cards, Racetrack traded in 3.
"Howsabout we raises the stakes, ya' bum!" Spot chuckled.
"Whateva' you says, Spot." Race said again, a slight grin growing on his face.
Noticing this, Kid-Blink spoke up. "Bad luck, Spot!" he warned.
"Shut it, Eye-Patch, before I soak ya'! I knows What I'se duin, awright?"
"Yeah, Shut it, Eye-Patch!" Racetrack repeated him in a half-mocking tone. "Let him raise the stakes! So whaddya thinkin', double or nuttin'?" he asked.
"Naw, im thinkin' more 'long 'da lines of umm…let's see….if I win, I keep ya' deck, and yer dice, fer two weeks." Spot challenged.
"WHAT?!?!?" Racetrack exclaimed.
"Willya hold ya' hoises? I'se ain't finished yet!" Spot snapped. "And if I'se loses," he continued, "uhm…you keep…you keep me slingshot fer two weeks."
A plethora of muffled warnings and impressed voices gave their comments on the bet. Race's face changed from a look of horror to a sly grin, as he remembered the outcome of the past five games, and the five cards he was curently holding.
"Make it t'ree weeks and it's a deal." he challenged. Spot thought it over a minute, then answered,
"Fine. T'ree weeks."
"You done now?" Boots asked. "Flip 'em then." he said, when both boys nodded
Racetrack went first. "Straight! in diamonds!" he shouted gleefully, reaching for Spot's slingshot. Boots slapped his hand.
"Let Spot take his turn, Race." he demanded. Racetrack slumped back in his seat.
Spot slowly laid down his cards, smiling wide.
"NO WAY! A Flush!?!?!?!" Race gasped. He looked as if he were about to cry.
"You'se damn right, a royal flush! That's the Ace a' spades and evry'tin under! Now gimme ya' deck and you wont get hoit."
"No!" race said defensively, watching in terror as Spot took his cards and his dice. then he gave Spot a deep look of loathing. The others laughed at his stupidity of taking the bet. Now he had no source of gambling for three weeks! Just then—
"CRASH!" David Jacobs burst into the door of the bunkroom, panting. this surprised the boys, since it was late, and Dave had a home to stay in.
"Quick! wheres Jack, I gotta talk to him!" he cried, still panting. the boys looked incredulous.
"He ain't here yet, Davey," crutchy answered.
"He's gotta be here! I saw him come down this street!" dave argued.
"Well, " Spot started quietly. Heads turned to hear him. "he might be up on the roof." he said, pointing to the ceiling. some of the boys looked up for no reason.
"Well come on! we gotta get him!" Dave said, getting frantic. "I think he's gunna do sumthing stupid." Dave said. Spot, Racetrack, Kid-Blink, and Mush folloved him to the fire escape, one by one climbing up to the roof. Jack was sitting with his legs hanging over the edge, his hat sitting low on his head, hiding his face again. He seemed to be deep in thought, but said
"Davey, I'se aint gunna talk about it!" , annoyed
"What did ya do, Dave?" asked Mush.
"I didn't do anything, Sarah apparently broke his heart. She's still crying her eyes out." he said sadly.
"Will ya alll shut ya mouths? Im thinkin here." Jack said. everyone looked at him questionably.
Spot spoke next. "C'mon Jackie boy, get up, We's need ta get some sleep. sellin day tomorra." Spot was spending the week in Manhattan, his cousin, Cannon, was their leader while he was gone.
Jack stood up, but didn't head towards the fire escape. he kept his hat on.
"Whoa! boys, wouldya look at that!" Kid Blink said, amazed. Everyone, including Jack, turned to look where he was pointing.
A cloud of dust rose from the roof, about 10 feet away from them. The cloud rose up, then formed a hole in the middle. Instead of seeing the building on the other side of the cloud, the hole was filled with bright white light.
Jack felt strangely attracted to this light, it was calling him to it. He staggered a few steps forward. then a few more. Spot felt this same sensation, and soon followed. Jack heard David resisting the feeling, heard him trying to stop them from touching the light.
All that mattered was Jack getting to the light. by now, the other boys were following, even David, still resisting it as best he could. Jack reached out his hand, longing for the light, when he felt his heart jerk inside his chest, and he was spinning through an endless portal of time and space. He closed his eyes, feeling dizzy.
He couldn't hear the voices of his friends anymore, all he could hear was the wind rushing past him, until
!#CRASH#!
"OUCH!" Jack yelled. He landed hard on a shiny squared floor. He cursed as he felt Spot, Blink, Mush, Racetrack, and David falling on top of him.
"GETOFF ME!" Spot shouted at Racetrack, pushing him away. Race fell to the ground and swore loudly. He had lost his cigar.
David was the last to fall. He landed hard on his shoulder, and as he sat up, rubbing it, he looked around, not recognizing the dirty hallway (A/N D.H. is one of those neglected sections of the school that the janitors just pretend to clean…)
"MY GOD WHERE ARE WE?" he burst out. The other boys looked around too. There were plaques on the walls with pianos and music notes on them. there was a few rooms scattered about the hallway. It sort of resembled Medda's Dressing room corridor. Jack looked towards a large doorway, and saw two girls about his age staring at him in horror. They quickly hid behind the wall as not to see him. he heard one of them swear loudly.
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A/N: muah ha ha ha! in the next chappie ill introduce the new characters, don't worry. and none of the boys broke anything from their 105 year fall, I promise. No one was hurt. hope yall had fun, now REVIEW!
love, Blitz