Disclaimer: again, once more, and here ya are, I own nothing but the girl newsies, Renee, Amanda, and Danielle. If you see anything you don't remember from the movie, and you're so obsessed with it that you have to go and watch the scene again, and still, you don't see it there, that means I probably own that too and just missed it. Well, here ya go, chapter six!
Author's note: I'll post this now, but I'm no longer posting until I get at least 5 more reviews for what's up now. Thanks!
A slight humming woke Renee up. Lately, she'd become a light sleeper. She drowsily opened her eyes, straining for them to adjust to the new light. Once they adjusted, she found Mrs. Jameston there, humming a slight tune, watching the girls.
She had heard Renee stir, and she looked over. "Good mornin' dear, nice ta see someone gettin' up on their own," she said, a pleasant tone in her voice.
Renee smiled weakly before using her hands to prop herself up on the bed. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, then jumped down. She opened the drawers of the dresser, pulling out a pair of brown pants, a belt, a white striped shirt, and a pair of socks.
She headed for the bathroom type room, taking a quick shower and cleaning her teeth. She changed, and headed back out. As soon as she reached her bed again, she grabbed a comb and brushed her hair out.
Mrs. Jameston began to wake the others up, some complaining and moaning. Renee woke up Amanda and Danielle, then sat on her bed and waited until they were ready.
The girls headed out with Shadow, Chill, Eve, and Stranger. Chill, Eve, and Stranger were some girls that Shadow had introduced them to the previous night. They were heading towards the distribution office.
When they reached the distribution office, all of the boys were there too. The girls were in the back, waiting patiently as they always did.
"They jacked up the price. Hear that Jack? Ten cents a hundred! Ya know, it's bad enough we gotta eat what we don't sell, now they jack up the price! Can you believe dat?" Blink said, throwing his hands up at all the right times. Meanwhile, as he said his lines, Oscar was mimicking him.
"This'll bust me. I'm barely making a livin' right now."
"I'll be back sleepin' on the streets," Boots added.
Mush looked at Crutchy, then back at the other newsies. "It don't make no sense. I mean all the money Pulitzer's makin', why would he gouge us?"
Racetrack flicked the ends off his cigar. " 'Cause he's a tight wad, that's why."
Jack stood up and held his hands up to silence everyone. "Pipe down, hey pipe down! It's just a gag!" He walked up to the window and leaned on the sill. "So why the jack up Weasel?"
"Why not?" he retorted, Oscar and Morris on either of his sides. He stuck his finger in his mouth, then removed it and stuck it in the air, as if testing the wind. "It's a fine day." Oscar and Morris laughed. As Jack began to walk back down the steps, he called "why don't you ask Mr. Pulitzer?"
Halfway down, Blink stopped him, muttering "they can't do this to me, Jack." Jack continued down, Racetrack adding "they can do whatever they want. It's their stinkin' paper."
He sat down, momentarily looking at Boots. "It aint fair. We got no rights at all," he said, and Jack looked away like a hurt dog.
Racetrack looked at everyone. "Come on, it's a rigged deck. They got all the marbles, okay?"
Mush looked at Jack, a solemned expression on his face. "Jack, we got no choice. So let's get out lousy papes while they still got some, eh?"
He began to walk to the steps, but Jack stopped him. "Nah, nobody's goin' anywhere. They can't get away with this!" he shouted, while some other newsies shouted their own retaliation remarks.
Les began to push his way through the people. "Clear out, clear out. Give him some room, give him some room! Let him think!" he said, doing the hand motion by the head that meant thinking. Jack looked at him almost appreciatively for a second.
After not even a half minute, Racetrack looked around at the other newsies, then at Jack. "Hey Jack, ya done thinkin' yet?" he asked.
"Hey hey hey, 'World' employees only on this side of the gate!" Weasel shouted through the window.
Renee looked at Amanda and Danielle. "I never did get why he said that," she whispered, causing Danielle and laugh quietly and Amanda to nod.
"Hey shut up!" They all yelled as some made threatening movements at them.
Jack, as if finally done thinking, spoke up. "Well listen, one thing's for sure. If we don't sell papes, than nobody does. Nobody comes through those gates until they put the price back where it was!"
David had been watching Jack the whole time. "What do ya mean, like a strike?" he asked.
Jack glanced swiftly at him, then to the others. "Yeah, like a strike."
The newsies began to make noises as if he were asking the impossible. "What, are youut of your mind?" Racetrack asked.
"What, it's a good idea!" Jack retaliated.
"First of all Jack I was joking. We can't strike, we don't have a union," David explained, hoping to get Jack to drop it.
Jack thought hardly a second before saying, "yeah, but, if we go on strike than we are a union."
"No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money," David said, still trying to coax him out of it. "If maybe we got every newsie in New York but," he left off.
"Yeah what we organize!" Jack said, standing up and facing the newsies, his friends. "Crutchy!" he called, spotting the first newsie he saw. "Ya take up a collection."
"Swell! Come on guys," Crutchy said, moving himself away from his leaning position on the distribution office wall and taking off his hat, offering it to the guys.
"We get all the newsies in New York together," Jack added. This was great, the guys were really starting to believe in it now.
"Jack this isn't a joke," David said, a bit of worry creeping into his voice. He had no idea how far Jack was going to go with this. "You saw what happened to the trolley workers."
Jack turned and faced the guys as he slowly started walking backwards. "Yeah well, that's another good idea. Any newsie don't join with us then we bust their heads, like the trolley workers!" he said, the newsies answering back with some shouts.
David hurriedly followed Jack. "Stop and think about this Jack!" he said. "We can't just rush everyone into this."
"All right!" Jack called back, his eyes lowering to the ground as he began to think. "Let me think about it."
The girl newsies followed as well, but they stayed back farther from the others. "Now listen," Jack said once he got to the statue of Horace Greeley. "Dave's right. I mean Pulitzer and Hearst, and all them other rich fellas, I mean they own this city," he said, not finished yet, even though the newsies called in agreement, "so we really think a bunch of street rats like us can make any difference?" The guys began to fall silent at the words street rats. They didn't like being called that.
"I mean the choice had gotta be yours. Are we just gonna take what they give us, or are we gonna strike?" he asked.
Everyone was silent for a moment, contemplating what all he had said. Les looked around at everyone. "Strike!" he yelled, throwing his sword up in the air. David covered his mouth and whispered something in his ear.
The newsies, with just what Les had answered with, began to get excited over it. They began to mumble things, and Boots called out, "keep talkin' Jack. Tell us what to do." The other guys added. "Yeah tell us what to do," and "If we stick together," and "we gotta stick together," were called out from random people.
Jack walked back to face David, who had let go of Les and was now looking at Jack. "Will you tell us what to do Dave?"
The other guys began to echo him, saying, "yeah, tell us what to Dave."
He thought a minute, looking briefly at the newsies before returning his stare to Jack. He sighed. "Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect our rights," he said.
Jack nodded. "Hey listen!" he called, and everyone immediately fell silent. "Pulitzer and Hearst, have to respect, the rights of the woikin' boys of New York." They all cheered at his words. Jack watched them a moment before adding, "that's right."
Backing up a bit, he spoke to David again while looking at the newsies. "Yeah, so, that worked pretty good, so, what else?"
David thought again. "Tell 'em that they can't treat us like we don't exist."
Jack nodded, and pulled himself up to stand on the statue. "Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nthin'. Are we nothin'?" he called. The newsies began shouting again.
David and the others began to crowd around the statue. "If we stick together like the trolley workers, then they can't break us up," David called up to Jack.
Someone piled their papers onto the base of the statue at Jack's feet. He swiftly picked one up, waving it at the newsies. "Even though we aint got hats or badges, we're a union, just by sayin' so," he began to sing. "And 'The World' will know."
Danielle and the other girls watched as this all happened. Amanda, Renee, and Danielle all watched in awe. Sure, they'd seen it about a million times before on DVD, but never right in front of them. It was amazing.
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imaginelet: thanks again for reviewing. you seem to find a lot of the things I leave out! lol, which is good, because it helps me find my flaws. well, thanks for reading, and keep reviewing! and, yeah, the character Shadow is that bold, that she just looks at them and gives them names. lol. keep reviewing!
Author's note: I'll post this now, but I'm no longer posting until I get at least 5 more reviews for what's up now. Thanks!
A slight humming woke Renee up. Lately, she'd become a light sleeper. She drowsily opened her eyes, straining for them to adjust to the new light. Once they adjusted, she found Mrs. Jameston there, humming a slight tune, watching the girls.
She had heard Renee stir, and she looked over. "Good mornin' dear, nice ta see someone gettin' up on their own," she said, a pleasant tone in her voice.
Renee smiled weakly before using her hands to prop herself up on the bed. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, then jumped down. She opened the drawers of the dresser, pulling out a pair of brown pants, a belt, a white striped shirt, and a pair of socks.
She headed for the bathroom type room, taking a quick shower and cleaning her teeth. She changed, and headed back out. As soon as she reached her bed again, she grabbed a comb and brushed her hair out.
Mrs. Jameston began to wake the others up, some complaining and moaning. Renee woke up Amanda and Danielle, then sat on her bed and waited until they were ready.
The girls headed out with Shadow, Chill, Eve, and Stranger. Chill, Eve, and Stranger were some girls that Shadow had introduced them to the previous night. They were heading towards the distribution office.
When they reached the distribution office, all of the boys were there too. The girls were in the back, waiting patiently as they always did.
"They jacked up the price. Hear that Jack? Ten cents a hundred! Ya know, it's bad enough we gotta eat what we don't sell, now they jack up the price! Can you believe dat?" Blink said, throwing his hands up at all the right times. Meanwhile, as he said his lines, Oscar was mimicking him.
"This'll bust me. I'm barely making a livin' right now."
"I'll be back sleepin' on the streets," Boots added.
Mush looked at Crutchy, then back at the other newsies. "It don't make no sense. I mean all the money Pulitzer's makin', why would he gouge us?"
Racetrack flicked the ends off his cigar. " 'Cause he's a tight wad, that's why."
Jack stood up and held his hands up to silence everyone. "Pipe down, hey pipe down! It's just a gag!" He walked up to the window and leaned on the sill. "So why the jack up Weasel?"
"Why not?" he retorted, Oscar and Morris on either of his sides. He stuck his finger in his mouth, then removed it and stuck it in the air, as if testing the wind. "It's a fine day." Oscar and Morris laughed. As Jack began to walk back down the steps, he called "why don't you ask Mr. Pulitzer?"
Halfway down, Blink stopped him, muttering "they can't do this to me, Jack." Jack continued down, Racetrack adding "they can do whatever they want. It's their stinkin' paper."
He sat down, momentarily looking at Boots. "It aint fair. We got no rights at all," he said, and Jack looked away like a hurt dog.
Racetrack looked at everyone. "Come on, it's a rigged deck. They got all the marbles, okay?"
Mush looked at Jack, a solemned expression on his face. "Jack, we got no choice. So let's get out lousy papes while they still got some, eh?"
He began to walk to the steps, but Jack stopped him. "Nah, nobody's goin' anywhere. They can't get away with this!" he shouted, while some other newsies shouted their own retaliation remarks.
Les began to push his way through the people. "Clear out, clear out. Give him some room, give him some room! Let him think!" he said, doing the hand motion by the head that meant thinking. Jack looked at him almost appreciatively for a second.
After not even a half minute, Racetrack looked around at the other newsies, then at Jack. "Hey Jack, ya done thinkin' yet?" he asked.
"Hey hey hey, 'World' employees only on this side of the gate!" Weasel shouted through the window.
Renee looked at Amanda and Danielle. "I never did get why he said that," she whispered, causing Danielle and laugh quietly and Amanda to nod.
"Hey shut up!" They all yelled as some made threatening movements at them.
Jack, as if finally done thinking, spoke up. "Well listen, one thing's for sure. If we don't sell papes, than nobody does. Nobody comes through those gates until they put the price back where it was!"
David had been watching Jack the whole time. "What do ya mean, like a strike?" he asked.
Jack glanced swiftly at him, then to the others. "Yeah, like a strike."
The newsies began to make noises as if he were asking the impossible. "What, are youut of your mind?" Racetrack asked.
"What, it's a good idea!" Jack retaliated.
"First of all Jack I was joking. We can't strike, we don't have a union," David explained, hoping to get Jack to drop it.
Jack thought hardly a second before saying, "yeah, but, if we go on strike than we are a union."
"No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money," David said, still trying to coax him out of it. "If maybe we got every newsie in New York but," he left off.
"Yeah what we organize!" Jack said, standing up and facing the newsies, his friends. "Crutchy!" he called, spotting the first newsie he saw. "Ya take up a collection."
"Swell! Come on guys," Crutchy said, moving himself away from his leaning position on the distribution office wall and taking off his hat, offering it to the guys.
"We get all the newsies in New York together," Jack added. This was great, the guys were really starting to believe in it now.
"Jack this isn't a joke," David said, a bit of worry creeping into his voice. He had no idea how far Jack was going to go with this. "You saw what happened to the trolley workers."
Jack turned and faced the guys as he slowly started walking backwards. "Yeah well, that's another good idea. Any newsie don't join with us then we bust their heads, like the trolley workers!" he said, the newsies answering back with some shouts.
David hurriedly followed Jack. "Stop and think about this Jack!" he said. "We can't just rush everyone into this."
"All right!" Jack called back, his eyes lowering to the ground as he began to think. "Let me think about it."
The girl newsies followed as well, but they stayed back farther from the others. "Now listen," Jack said once he got to the statue of Horace Greeley. "Dave's right. I mean Pulitzer and Hearst, and all them other rich fellas, I mean they own this city," he said, not finished yet, even though the newsies called in agreement, "so we really think a bunch of street rats like us can make any difference?" The guys began to fall silent at the words street rats. They didn't like being called that.
"I mean the choice had gotta be yours. Are we just gonna take what they give us, or are we gonna strike?" he asked.
Everyone was silent for a moment, contemplating what all he had said. Les looked around at everyone. "Strike!" he yelled, throwing his sword up in the air. David covered his mouth and whispered something in his ear.
The newsies, with just what Les had answered with, began to get excited over it. They began to mumble things, and Boots called out, "keep talkin' Jack. Tell us what to do." The other guys added. "Yeah tell us what to do," and "If we stick together," and "we gotta stick together," were called out from random people.
Jack walked back to face David, who had let go of Les and was now looking at Jack. "Will you tell us what to do Dave?"
The other guys began to echo him, saying, "yeah, tell us what to Dave."
He thought a minute, looking briefly at the newsies before returning his stare to Jack. He sighed. "Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect our rights," he said.
Jack nodded. "Hey listen!" he called, and everyone immediately fell silent. "Pulitzer and Hearst, have to respect, the rights of the woikin' boys of New York." They all cheered at his words. Jack watched them a moment before adding, "that's right."
Backing up a bit, he spoke to David again while looking at the newsies. "Yeah, so, that worked pretty good, so, what else?"
David thought again. "Tell 'em that they can't treat us like we don't exist."
Jack nodded, and pulled himself up to stand on the statue. "Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nthin'. Are we nothin'?" he called. The newsies began shouting again.
David and the others began to crowd around the statue. "If we stick together like the trolley workers, then they can't break us up," David called up to Jack.
Someone piled their papers onto the base of the statue at Jack's feet. He swiftly picked one up, waving it at the newsies. "Even though we aint got hats or badges, we're a union, just by sayin' so," he began to sing. "And 'The World' will know."
Danielle and the other girls watched as this all happened. Amanda, Renee, and Danielle all watched in awe. Sure, they'd seen it about a million times before on DVD, but never right in front of them. It was amazing.
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imaginelet: thanks again for reviewing. you seem to find a lot of the things I leave out! lol, which is good, because it helps me find my flaws. well, thanks for reading, and keep reviewing! and, yeah, the character Shadow is that bold, that she just looks at them and gives them names. lol. keep reviewing!