I woke up remembering my dream from the night. It was wonderful, and odd. I was at school, I was in my last year's Junior History classroom, and Bumlets was there. It was one of those about to be kissed dreams. It was really fuzzy, but I still loved it.
"Julia, what's going on?" I inquired of my best friend when I sat across from her in Tibby's that noon. She was dressed in another very nice dress.
"It's about Mr. Pulitzer. See he is the one that brought us here. He says he needs to talk to you, personally. That's also where I've been staying. He's given me all these clothes to wear and stuff to eat, and a place to sleep. He's not at all as bad as you think." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I took a long drink of my water. "How did he, why did he, and what does he want to talk to me about?" I threw her a bundle of questions. She answered me vaguely, and only told me to go see him with her. I hesitated, and then complied with her wish. I told Bumlets that I would be back later. He wanted to know where I was going, but I just told him, I'd be back. I took a trolley with her to Mr. Pulitzer's office. There a tall, lanky weak looking man escorted us to a large room to wait for Mr. Pulitzer. The room was lavishly decorated in deep reds with a lot of cheery wood. There were black and white pictures all on the walls, which were covered by dark paper. The floor was almost completely covered by an Asian area rug. The sent of the room was of cigars. Julia and I sat in two chairs across from a grandfather clock, and we waited. Moments later Mr. Pulitzer came across the room toward us.
Julia stood up," Mr. Pulitzer this is Ariel Scott." He looked at me for a few minutes through his glasses. Finally he took my hand and shook it.
"Miss. Scott I hope this turns out better than it has in the past."
"What are you talking about?"
"Now, girl you are going to have to be quiet and listen to me till I'm done!" My eyes widened. I didn't really think he would say that to me. I mean that was from the movie. I was always one of those people who when yelled at would want to cry. I don't know why, but no matter who it was if they yelled at me, I would feel like crying. This was no exception. My eyes must have begun to water for his tone took another turn and became softer. "Now, why I brought you here. I brought you here from a machine that can also send you back. What I did now was pull you and your friend here from your world, and time, you two, you had to be on a plane heading to New York, and you had to know about us, this movie as you call it called Newsies. My problem is the people I keep getting are dimwitted females who know nothing! I want someone who knows about the history and that are smart about making money. I'm hoping that you can be that person. I know Miss. Verdana here has talked highly of you. She has already stated that she doesn't know too much about history." He looked at her and then at me again, taking a puff of his cigar, which was making me sick. "I'm proposing that we," he jesters to the two of us with his hands, "work together, you knowing what you know, and me being," he waves his hands about and dropped off the last few words. "I will be the richest and most powerful person next to the president, of course. You will get ten percent of everything I make. Of course I have to see if you have what I'm looking for." I thought about what he said for a few moments.
"So what, you want me to make predictions for future, or something? Or think of ways that work in my time to sell papers?"
"Exactly. Come by my office tomorrow, and we'll start then." I was completely dumbfounded to what I just heard. He moved to sit behind a mahogany desk.
"And what if I refuse?" I waited for him to answer. He only stared at me.
"This is a chance you'll never get again! How can you refuse?"
"Trust me its not too hard." I was suddenly getting a surge of confidence. "Oh, I will give you a few pieces of advise, one, I would take a trip to England in early April, 1912 then come back on April tenth, on, Titanic. You'll love it; a lot of rich and famous end up on that ship. It's White Star Line, okay?" He nodded and wrote this down. "Next, if I were you I'd start putting a lot into stocks after that. It will make a big impression in the thirties." Again he nodded and wrote down the information. I felt a little bad for what I just did, but it's his fault if he does it. Besides, if there is fate then he'll be okay and not even do it. I smiled at him a turned to Julia. She was staring blankly at the wall.
"Well, I have to get back. Are you coming?"
"If it's okay, I wanna stay, Mr. Pulitzer said I could if I'll clean for him. So I can meet you at noon everyday." I was surprised by her answer, but at the same time relived. I didn't think she'd like staying at the lodging house. I didn't mind it, I rather liked it, and it was almost like camping. So with that we hugged and departed.
I went back to the lodging house. I was thinking to myself how we were going to get back. It seemed we were waiting forever for Jonathan Denton's machine to get fixed. Every time Bumlets would go ask he'd come back with the same negative answer. I was starting to wonder if he was even real. At worst, I can always ask Mr. Pulitzer to let us use his. He brought us here, he must have the means to send us back. If I had anything to do with it however I wanted nothing to do with him again, let alone ask him of anything. Later, I was sitting alone in the mess hall at the dinning table staring at the fire that had just been made. One knee was up to my chest and the other was swinging below. I was thinking of my family and other friends. This was something I'd daydream about, but never ever expected. I wondered what our families were thinking; did they think we were dead? I became so saddened at the thought of my mom crying and having to go through something like that, I began to have silent tears roll down my cheeks. That was only part of it. I started thinking of Bumlets. I had a huge crush on him, and he wasn't showing any interest in me. I had always been one of those people who need to hear if a person likes them. Other than that, I'm never sure if they do. As I was going all over these things in my mind, I was hoping that no one would see me. It's weird how this kind of thing comes on. One minute I'm fine and happy the next I'm depressed and can't think of anything positive.