Queen of Brooklyn
Amy, Tic, Watches, Gnat, and Missy's family are all mine. Slinger is based after Roland in the Gunslinger by Steven King, and Squire is based after Keladry in the book Squire (and the rest of The Protector of the Small series) by Tamora Pierce. Missy is based after my best friend, and I have her permission. All other characters are Disney's. Please no one sue me! I am really getting no profit from this.
Jamiah Beaumont sat down on her bed and sighed. She's was immensely bored. Her Father had gone to the house in the country for a month, but she had been left with insufferable Aunt Roberta. She was Really Jamiah's father's aunt, but she was forced to call her aunt so that the woman would not feel old, even though she was. Jamiah would have gladly been in school. Her brother, Jordan, was currently attending a school in Amsterdam and he was always writing her to tell her about what he was learning. Jamiah and Jordan were amazingly close for being four years apart. You may wonder why a family rich enough to have a vacation house and to be able to send their son off to school in another state would not bother educating their daughter, but Emanuel Beaumont was not like most fathers. He had a strong belief that women were there to cook, clean, and be married off to a man of her father's choosing to further his finances. Unfortunately her aunt believed the same thing, and her first week had been filled with high class parties and fancy dresses. Just as she was thinking this someone knocked on the door.
"Please bid yourself welcome." She announced. She would never have bothered being this formal at home, but her aunt was a stickler for manners. The door opened and it was just her maid, and one of her best friends. "Oh Linna, it's just you."
Linna smiled. "Yes Jami, I am here to get you ready for bed."
Jamiah sighed. She knew Linna felt the same way, as she had called her by her nickname, Jami, and not Miss as she would have if she had been serious. "I can get dressed by my self. Everyone else doesn't even bother with a cook, but I have to have savants on my left and right.
"Miss, you're lucky to have all this, many would die for your opportunity."
"I know Linna, I guess I am the only one who would die for theirs. They get to be free. By the way, has there been any news from my brother?" The maid handed her a letter and left the girl alone to read it, bidding her goodnight.
The letter read:
My Dearest Jami,December 5, 1900
I hope my letter finds you well. Father came to visit
today, and said you were staying at Aunt Roberta's
until he returns. You have my deepest condolences.
We have begun to study Shakespeare, and I find it
quite fascinating. I believe you would as well. Next
time I see you I shall have to show you one of his
books entitled Romeo and Juliet. It is immensely
romantic. Please do not let our dear Aunt bring
you down too much.
Your loving brother,
Jordan Beaumont.
She put the letter down. She was tired of this and she knew she had to do something about it. She dressed in her nightgown and turned out the light, but she did not fall asleep.
Two hours later, when she knew everyone would be asleep, she quietly turned on the light. She silently slipped out of her room and found some of her brother's old clothes. She put on a shirt, worn brown vest, grey pants and suspenders to hold them up. She knew that her hair would give her away as a girl, but at least she wouldn't look like a, oh what was the term? Oh right, muckity muck. She put the other clothes in her bag, as well as a nightgown and a few dollars in coins. Then she left a note for Linna telling her not to worry, but to try and not let her father know until absolutely nescisary. Then she snuck out the window and down the fire escape. She knew just were to go. There was an old shack were her brother and she used to play when they were little, and no one used it. She could stay there and find another place and work tomorrow. She found it rather quickly and made a bed on the ground, falling asleep fairly quickly considering she had never slept on the ground before.
Amy awoke and sat straight up. Blink rolled over and noticing, sat up. "What's da mattah Aims?" he asked putting his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
"Nothin, it was just a nightmare, that's all. I'll be alright now." She said trying not to let her voice shake.
"Ya wanna talk about it?" He asked as they lay back down.
"Nah, I'll be ok. Night Blink." He knew something was bothering her more than nightmares, but she would tell him if she wanted to.
"Night Aims." He said putting his arms around her and falling asleep again. Amy sat awake thinking. She had dreamed about the fire again. The fire had killed Amy's and Blink's parents leaving them and Amy's brother orphans. They had all come to the newsies in time, but she had just joined them a few months before. She hadn't dreamed the fire since she was eight until the past week. Something had been brothering her. She decided that it was time to visit her dear brother Spot again. In the morning of course. After deciding this she slipped once again into an uneasy sleep.
Spot Conlon was up early, as usual. He was dressed and ready by the time the other newsies were even up. He then went through the fun job of waking up the boys. He went over to the bunk of his best friend, Gunslinger. "The Gunslinger road across the red desert, but he was pursued. The lobster things were chasing him, ever gaining. They jumped, killing the man!" Spot said in his friend's ear. Using some characters from Slinger's favorite books, The Dark Tower books.
This is from Steven King's, Dark Tower books yes, I know the beasts are really called Lobrosities, but Spot didn't really care to remember that.
Slinger sat up screaming, then he saw Spot. "I otta soak ya! Ya doity bum! One a these days we'se gonna wake ya's up and see how ya's like it! And they're called Lobstrosities!" He yelled. He was about 5'10" and very strong, but He was still a Brooklyn Newsie, so Spot was in charge.
"Jeese, I'se just messin wid ya Slingah! Now I'se can't wake up da udda boys cause dey's already awake. Tanks!" He said after suppressing his laughter. He then left to go get his papes.
Squire and Temp got up and went over to Slinger. "Well thanks, now he'll be all mad at us all day!" said the short redhead, Temp. He had gotten his name for his quick Irish temper.
"'Less Amy comes over." Said Squire, Slingers twin sister, who looked quite like him, and also loved to read. Mentioning Spot's sister, who usually put him in a better mood.
"Ya's bettah hope she does!" This time an Italian, Tic, with brown hair that was almost to his shoulders, but no one would ever confuse him for a girl. He was one of the best fighters in Brooklyn, and Spots main rival, but he also respected their fearless leader, and feared his temper.
"Yeah yeah, sawry guys. I'll go tawlk ta Amy." He left, mad that even his sister had ganged up against him.
"Why's everyone yellin'?" asked Gnat, the youngest newsie in Brooklyn, who Spot had taken a liking for while in the Refuge.
"Sawry kid. Slingah was just bein stupid an' got Spot mad again." Relayed Watches, an ex pickpocket who had decided to become a newsie. The boy nodded. Spot was his hero, but he also knew Spot could be quite mean when in a temper. They then went off to get their papes.
Sorry about adding all the other people, but I just felt like adding more people and it was fun. Plus this is MY story! I can write it how I want!
Jamiah got up and got dressed. She was soar from sleeping on the ground, but happy that she had gotten away. Time to go find a job! She left her shelter leaving her bag and dressed once again in a shirt and breeches. She didn't know were she would find work, but she would have to find it soon before her money ran out. She left her bag in the shack, and placing a few dollars in her pocket. She then left heading towards Manhattan. A few minutes later she was grabbed and pulled into an alley.
"And whatta we got here?" said her captor shoving her against the wall. "A new newsie it seems and a pretty one too. Whatta ya say newsie, why don't I cut yer throat and teach ya stupid newsies who not ta mess with?"
"Look I'm not a newsie." She said trying not to sound as scared as she really was.
"Ya's sure look like one." He said. He obviously didn't believe her.
"I work in a factory. I don't even know what a newsie is!"
"Yer lyin, and I'm gonna teach ya a lesson about lyin." He said and pulled out a knife.
She let out an ear piercing scream.
Blink and Amy were walking towards Brooklyn to go talk to Spot when they heard a scream.
"Sounds like it was coming from that alley!" Blink said.
"Yer right, come on." Amy yelled.
"No Aims stay here, yer arms still in dat sling, and Spot will kill me if ya get hoit."
"To bad." She said and took off at a run.
He sighed and beet her to the alley. He saw a girl about a year younger than him held against the wall by Devon, one of the boys who helped the Delanceys beet up people until they had been arrested a few months before. "Whatta ya think yas doin Devon?"
"Stay outa this Blink! This ain't nonna yer business!" He said still holding the girl.
"It is because we swore enmity ta all a yas, and I really don't think yas got any reason ta beat her up." Amy said coming up behind him
"Why if it isn't little miss Amy. The newsie who can't even fight for herself and has all da newsies at her every command. I'll leave her alone Blink, but Amy stays!" He said throwing Jami to the ground.
"No!" yelled Blink and at the same time "Deal." Amy said defiantly.
Blink grabbed her and said quietly "No! Yas still hoit, and ya can't fight him off!"
"I still got my knifes!"
"NO! I'll fight ya, right here, right now."
"Yer on!" He dodged for Blink who dodged. It was a pretty even fight until Devon pulled his knife. Amy decided to end it, and grabbed one of her knifes and threw it, knocking the knife to the ground.
"Next person to move will be getting this, and I don't plan on handing it!" she said holding up another knife. Both boys backed away. "Devon, yer gonna leave, and if I hear about yas attackin anyone again I will not hesitate to put this through yer tiny head!" He ran off.
Blink went over to the girl who was still huddled on the ground and held his hand out to her. "Names Kid Blink, but ya can call me Blink, and dis is Amy."
She let him help her up. "I'm Jami. Thank you so much for your help. Is there anyway you could do me one more favor?"
"What da ya need?" Blink asked helpfully.
"Do you know of any place they are hiring girls my age?" She asked.
"Ya could be a newsie like us." Amy suggested. She was starting to like the new girl.
"What exactly is a newsie?" Jami asked blushing.
"Yas haven't been on da streets very long have ya?" Blink asked laughing. She shook her head. "Newsies are us kids dat sell papes…er…newspapers. We sell for da woild here in Manhattan. Den deres Spot Conlon's territory in Brooklyn. Dey sell for da Joinal…"
"There's a lot of newsies in New Yawk, and we all live in da different territories in da lodgin houses. Each group has a leader, ours is Jack Kelly." Amy said interrupting Blink.
"You were the ones who led the strike this summer?" She asked.
"Yeah. Amy wasn't a newsie yet, bet da rest of us was. I'se still makin up for the money I lost durin then!"
"Liar!" Amy said quietly.
"Alright so it wasn't dat bad, but more den a few of us woulda starved if it hadn't been for Denton." Jami decided that there were too many questions there and that she should just change the subject.
"So about this lodging house, do you have to give any kind of id or anything?"
"Na, Kloppman doesn't even know most our real names, he runs da lodging house. Why da ya ask." Blink asked curiously.
"Please don't tell anyone! My name is really Jamiah Beaumont. I ran away from my great aunts because my family treats me horribly, except my brother, and they just think I am something to be married off to further my families assets! I also hate how everyone else is working when they are still children, but I have everything handed to me on a silver platter. Also, I'm engaged to a man I've known my whole life, and is my best friend, but neither of us want to get marries, we're like siblings." She finished.
"I'm almost glad our folks died when they did!" Blink said. Jami looked at him curiously. "Our families were real rich too, ands we lived next door too each otha, but our folks died in a fire." He explained.
"I'm sorry."
"Thanks, but don't worry about it. And we won't tell anyone about you. So ya wanna be a newsie?" He asked.
"That would be wonderful, thank you."
"Then let's go ta Tibby's. I can go see Spot some other time." They headed towards the restaurant.
Spot sat on Brooklyn Bridge looking out over the water. He was getting so sick of the boys, he was sick of being a newsie with a bad rep to protect, but most of all, he was sick of always going from one girl to the next to protect that rep and always breaking their hearts. He didn't even like most of them. Sure they were pretty, but most were slutty and obnoxious. Contrary to popular belief, he had never even slept with one, and didn't plan to. He was about ready to go back to the lodging house when he saw two familiar figures.
Spot walked up to them "Heya Blink, Hey Amy." He said giving his sister a hug and Blink got the traditional spit shake. "What brings da two of ya's ta Brooklyn?"
"Ya see Spot, we's got us a new newsie over in Manhattan, and she don't really know how ta fight or anythin…" Amy started.
"And ya's want me ta teach hoir?" Spot finished.
"Yeah. The thing is, she's a bit hoity toity, but nothing yas shouldn't be able to handle." Spot snorted.
"So when'll she get here?"
"Can we bring hoir Friday?"
"Soir, se yas then." "Bye"
They walked off, and Spot went back to Brooklyn.
I now move onto another story which will also include everyone from the last story so it got to stay under this name because I happen to like it this way!