Soda curled up in the back of the truck. "Why did I kill him? WHY? WHY?!" She whispered to herself. "Spot probably can't even save me anymore, I think he's done with the whole saving me thing. He's had to do it so many times I think he's finally fed up." Soda said. With that she cried softly to herself until they arrived at the jail.
"Crying aint gonna get ya anywhere you little murderer. So you can cry all you want, Where your going you'll get so used to crying." A cop told her grabbing her by her foot and dragging her to the doors of the truck. Then he grabbed her by the upper arm and led her up to the doors of a very dark building. "I don't expect you to ever come out of these doors again so say goodbye to freedom and sunlight." The cop told her opening the door and pushing her in.
He led her down this cold damp corridor. She peered into some of the cells as she passed by them. They were kids her age. They all looked miserable. 'I guess that's how I'm going to become.' Soda thought miserably. So then the cop opened the 5th cell on the right and thrust her in she fell onto the cold hard ground. "Aren't you going to take these back?" Soda asked.
"Nah, you can keep them on for a while, that'll get you used to the life that you're about to have. Wait, I have an even better idea." He said going into her cell and unlocking the cuffs. Then he bound them around the bed post of the bunkbed and then cuffed her again so that she was stuck to the bed post. "That'll make ya suffer a little for what ya done." The cop sneered and with a evil grin he walked out and locked her cell.
Soda was left sitting handcuffed to the bed. She slumped over and leant onto the pole and cried softly. "Don't worry kid, you'll get used to it." Said a light brown haired girl in the cell right next to her bed. Soda turned so she was sitting sideways to talk. "No I wont. I only fought outta self defense and now I'm going to spend the rest of my life here." She cried again.
"Nah, I think after the trial you'll be transferred to The Refuge." The girl said. "And that's any better?" Soda asked with tears running down her face. "Sweetie, it's 10 times better then this place. you're treated a little better at The Refuge then at jail ya know? Even though Refuge is a jail for kids it aint as bad as State jail." The girl stated.
"What's your name?" Soda asked. "Oh, me name's Jessica. But most people call me, Moonshine." She told her. Soda nodded and sighed. "And I know of you of course, You're Spot's goil, Sodapop Basham eh?" She added taking a good look at her. "Yep." Soda replied.
"Look, I've been here a week. That one cop Charlie, he's been out to get me for a long time. I bet he's just waiting for someone to find me guilty and send me to the gallows." She said lighting a cigarette. "The gallows?" Soda questioned. "You are real new aint ya? It's where you're hung. You aint gonna be hung though, it's your first offense, they'd never get away with it." Moonshine explained taking a drag off her cigarette.
"Why would they hang you?" Soda asked. "Well, I've been here a lot, you name it, stealing, murder, soaking, disturbing the peace, messing around with the cops, etc." She listed taking more off her cigarette. "What got you in here this time?" Soda asked.
"Well, me and me best bud Vince, we was arrested for being drunk plus, we hurt lots of scabs we killed two of em." Moonshine said smiling. "Aint ya scared to get hung?" Soda asked. "Well, not really, it would just end me pitiful life. Plus, there aint nothing else they can do, they aint come up with another clever way to put a prisoner to death yet." Moonshine explained.
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"They got her." Spot said panting. "They've got who Spot?" Mush asked looking over at him in curiosity. "The bulls...they took Soda." Spot panted. "They got Soda?!" Jack yelled. "Yeah, we was selling and the bulls took her. It's cuz she murdered Josh, man....what if they kill her?!" Spot yelled in panic.
The worse that they can do is sentence her to life in jail or the refuge or something, they aint gonna kill her on her first offense." Jack explained trying to calm Spot down. "Well, her trial's coming up soon and we'se gotta be there for Soda." Spot said. "Don't worry Spot, we will be." Mush said angrily. "We wont lose her without a fight."
--------------1 week later---------------------
"Are you ready for today?" The cop came in to the hall and opened Moonshine's cell. She took a drag off her cigarette and looked at him. "For what?" She asked. "You're going to the guillotine today street rat. Oh, how I've been waiting to this day for too long!" The cop sneered and locked her cell again and laughed until they heard a door slam and lock.
Moonshine backed up to the wall and slid down very slow until she was sitting with her knees up to her chest. "Moonshine? What's wrong?" Soda asked sitting on her bed with her knees up to her chest and her arms around them. "Did you not hear where I'm going today?" She said in a high voice. "The guillotine? Is that bad?" Soda asked.
"About the worst! We Newsies.....we'se always thought it was a myth that they used the guillotine on kids..." Moonshine said. "What's a guillotine?" Soda asked a little slowly. "Well....you know it's that one...that one wooden thing....that they lock your head into....and your arms too....Well there's a big blade ontop that is held by a string....A guy holds the string until he's given the go ahead....and then they let go....and it..." Moonshine stopped talking and stared at the wall.
"It what?" Soda asked. "It.....it..... cuts off your...... head." Moonshine said slowly. Soda's eyes grew wide and she felt real weak and dizzy. "No....they can't do that to you!" Soda yelled. "They can.....and they will." She said more scared then ever. "But...It's wrong!" Soda yelled. "Look, I know I said I wasn't scared to die....But....I am! I really am! I'm only 14! I'm too young to die!" Moonshine yelled burying her face in her knees.
"It's no unfair...." Soda began but got cut off by the opening of doors and 2 cops came in and opened Moonshine's cell. She cowered over in the corner. "They're ready for ya." A cop told her kneeling down and handcuffing her and he wrenched her up. "Let's go." He said. Soda caught a glimpse of Moonshine before she got dragged out of her cell. It was a face full of tears, fear, and sadness.
She could hear Moonshine crying all the way down the hallway. Soda looked into the other cell on the other side of her and saw the boy in there nod over to the window. So Soda got up and went over to it. There she got a clear view of the whole thing. There was a entire crowd out there. 'Who would be sick enought to want to watch this?!' Soda thought in disgust.
She saw on a big platform was the machine thing and Moonshine. The bulls were putting her head and arms into this thing. She was putting up a fight but they got her down and closed it and locked it so she couldn't get up. This one guy got up and read off a scroll. "Jessica Lynn McDorman, you have commited many serious acts and the wonderful State of New York feels that we must put an end to your wild behavior. That is why we feel that you should be executed on the date of October 4th 1899." The man finished the scroll and stepped to the side.
One of the cops stepped forward with a big bag thing that looked like a pillowcase and they placed it over her head. Then a man stepped forward and took the rope and raised the blade. It was a real cloudy day, it really fit to the day. Soon there was silence and the man looked over to someone else who nodded his head so the man turned back and let go of the rope.
It came down and it all happened so fast. It cut off her head like promised and it fell into a basket that was left out. Soda couldn't look anymore. She fell to the groung and felt sick. She heard cheers ands a litle applause from the crowd "Those bastards!" Soda yelled. She let tears fall and she punched the wall. "She was 14! Soda kept yelling and screaming until she just fainted.
"Crying aint gonna get ya anywhere you little murderer. So you can cry all you want, Where your going you'll get so used to crying." A cop told her grabbing her by her foot and dragging her to the doors of the truck. Then he grabbed her by the upper arm and led her up to the doors of a very dark building. "I don't expect you to ever come out of these doors again so say goodbye to freedom and sunlight." The cop told her opening the door and pushing her in.
He led her down this cold damp corridor. She peered into some of the cells as she passed by them. They were kids her age. They all looked miserable. 'I guess that's how I'm going to become.' Soda thought miserably. So then the cop opened the 5th cell on the right and thrust her in she fell onto the cold hard ground. "Aren't you going to take these back?" Soda asked.
"Nah, you can keep them on for a while, that'll get you used to the life that you're about to have. Wait, I have an even better idea." He said going into her cell and unlocking the cuffs. Then he bound them around the bed post of the bunkbed and then cuffed her again so that she was stuck to the bed post. "That'll make ya suffer a little for what ya done." The cop sneered and with a evil grin he walked out and locked her cell.
Soda was left sitting handcuffed to the bed. She slumped over and leant onto the pole and cried softly. "Don't worry kid, you'll get used to it." Said a light brown haired girl in the cell right next to her bed. Soda turned so she was sitting sideways to talk. "No I wont. I only fought outta self defense and now I'm going to spend the rest of my life here." She cried again.
"Nah, I think after the trial you'll be transferred to The Refuge." The girl said. "And that's any better?" Soda asked with tears running down her face. "Sweetie, it's 10 times better then this place. you're treated a little better at The Refuge then at jail ya know? Even though Refuge is a jail for kids it aint as bad as State jail." The girl stated.
"What's your name?" Soda asked. "Oh, me name's Jessica. But most people call me, Moonshine." She told her. Soda nodded and sighed. "And I know of you of course, You're Spot's goil, Sodapop Basham eh?" She added taking a good look at her. "Yep." Soda replied.
"Look, I've been here a week. That one cop Charlie, he's been out to get me for a long time. I bet he's just waiting for someone to find me guilty and send me to the gallows." She said lighting a cigarette. "The gallows?" Soda questioned. "You are real new aint ya? It's where you're hung. You aint gonna be hung though, it's your first offense, they'd never get away with it." Moonshine explained taking a drag off her cigarette.
"Why would they hang you?" Soda asked. "Well, I've been here a lot, you name it, stealing, murder, soaking, disturbing the peace, messing around with the cops, etc." She listed taking more off her cigarette. "What got you in here this time?" Soda asked.
"Well, me and me best bud Vince, we was arrested for being drunk plus, we hurt lots of scabs we killed two of em." Moonshine said smiling. "Aint ya scared to get hung?" Soda asked. "Well, not really, it would just end me pitiful life. Plus, there aint nothing else they can do, they aint come up with another clever way to put a prisoner to death yet." Moonshine explained.
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"They got her." Spot said panting. "They've got who Spot?" Mush asked looking over at him in curiosity. "The bulls...they took Soda." Spot panted. "They got Soda?!" Jack yelled. "Yeah, we was selling and the bulls took her. It's cuz she murdered Josh, man....what if they kill her?!" Spot yelled in panic.
The worse that they can do is sentence her to life in jail or the refuge or something, they aint gonna kill her on her first offense." Jack explained trying to calm Spot down. "Well, her trial's coming up soon and we'se gotta be there for Soda." Spot said. "Don't worry Spot, we will be." Mush said angrily. "We wont lose her without a fight."
--------------1 week later---------------------
"Are you ready for today?" The cop came in to the hall and opened Moonshine's cell. She took a drag off her cigarette and looked at him. "For what?" She asked. "You're going to the guillotine today street rat. Oh, how I've been waiting to this day for too long!" The cop sneered and locked her cell again and laughed until they heard a door slam and lock.
Moonshine backed up to the wall and slid down very slow until she was sitting with her knees up to her chest. "Moonshine? What's wrong?" Soda asked sitting on her bed with her knees up to her chest and her arms around them. "Did you not hear where I'm going today?" She said in a high voice. "The guillotine? Is that bad?" Soda asked.
"About the worst! We Newsies.....we'se always thought it was a myth that they used the guillotine on kids..." Moonshine said. "What's a guillotine?" Soda asked a little slowly. "Well....you know it's that one...that one wooden thing....that they lock your head into....and your arms too....Well there's a big blade ontop that is held by a string....A guy holds the string until he's given the go ahead....and then they let go....and it..." Moonshine stopped talking and stared at the wall.
"It what?" Soda asked. "It.....it..... cuts off your...... head." Moonshine said slowly. Soda's eyes grew wide and she felt real weak and dizzy. "No....they can't do that to you!" Soda yelled. "They can.....and they will." She said more scared then ever. "But...It's wrong!" Soda yelled. "Look, I know I said I wasn't scared to die....But....I am! I really am! I'm only 14! I'm too young to die!" Moonshine yelled burying her face in her knees.
"It's no unfair...." Soda began but got cut off by the opening of doors and 2 cops came in and opened Moonshine's cell. She cowered over in the corner. "They're ready for ya." A cop told her kneeling down and handcuffing her and he wrenched her up. "Let's go." He said. Soda caught a glimpse of Moonshine before she got dragged out of her cell. It was a face full of tears, fear, and sadness.
She could hear Moonshine crying all the way down the hallway. Soda looked into the other cell on the other side of her and saw the boy in there nod over to the window. So Soda got up and went over to it. There she got a clear view of the whole thing. There was a entire crowd out there. 'Who would be sick enought to want to watch this?!' Soda thought in disgust.
She saw on a big platform was the machine thing and Moonshine. The bulls were putting her head and arms into this thing. She was putting up a fight but they got her down and closed it and locked it so she couldn't get up. This one guy got up and read off a scroll. "Jessica Lynn McDorman, you have commited many serious acts and the wonderful State of New York feels that we must put an end to your wild behavior. That is why we feel that you should be executed on the date of October 4th 1899." The man finished the scroll and stepped to the side.
One of the cops stepped forward with a big bag thing that looked like a pillowcase and they placed it over her head. Then a man stepped forward and took the rope and raised the blade. It was a real cloudy day, it really fit to the day. Soon there was silence and the man looked over to someone else who nodded his head so the man turned back and let go of the rope.
It came down and it all happened so fast. It cut off her head like promised and it fell into a basket that was left out. Soda couldn't look anymore. She fell to the groung and felt sick. She heard cheers ands a litle applause from the crowd "Those bastards!" Soda yelled. She let tears fall and she punched the wall. "She was 14! Soda kept yelling and screaming until she just fainted.