And on to Chappy 10, isn't that so exciting? Except for the fact that it's like 2 pages, but that will all be fixed in time, when I have time!
Disclaimer: I own Amy, Missy (ok, so I borrowed her from a friend) Griffin, most the Brooklyn Newsies, pretty much anyone who isn't in the movie. I also don't own Faith, Skater, Boxer, Sneaks, Tag Breaker, Riley, or Graft. They are all borrowed, and thanks to everyone who loaned them to me. Now onto the story!
Missy woke up surprisingly dry and warm. She looked around and saw a girl sitting next to her. She had longish brown hair, brown eyes, and looked about 5'6". She noticed Missy was awake, "Heya, names Tag."
"Missy, I mean Jami. What happened by the way?"
"Ya mouthed off ta Spot so Tic pushed ya in. Spot had ta jump in an save ya."
"Yeah, I can't swim. Where are my clothes?"
"They're soaking wet, you're wearing mine."
"Thanks." Just then some one else entered the room.
"Heya Faithy, how's Tic doin'?" Tag asked the new girl.
Faith glared at Missy "Hidin' thanks to her!" she gestured towards Missy. "I gotta go." And she did.
"What's her problem?" Missy asked as soon as Faith was gone.
The boy who pushed you in, that was Tic, her boyfriend. Spot's real pissed at him."
"Well he deserves it!"
"No one deserves Spot mad at them. He said for me ta tell him when ya woke up, so I'll be back in a minute." Tag left.
She's nice, reminds me of Amy. Missy thought to herself. But Faith isn't worth my time. Just then Spot walked in. He sat down in the chair Tag had sat in earlier.
"Are you ok?" Spot asked worriedly.
"Awe, is the high and mighty king of Brooklyn worried about me?" she asked mockingly.
"Hey, Ise saved yas so yas should be thankin' me!" he retorted.
"I never asked you to save me! What is it with you? You just think you are the greatest thing ever, but let me tell you something, you're not!"
"Well yas ain't that great eitha! Ya come in here insultin' me ta me boys and actin' like ya own the place! I don't know why I even bothered savin ya, yas ain't worth it!" He stomped out.
"Well who needs him? I never should have left Manhattan!" She lay back and fell asleep again.
The next morning Missy packed up her things and was gone by the time everyone else woke up. She walked back to Manhattan and was just looking for Amy when someone ran into her. He had brown hair and eyes and was quite tall. "Sorry, wasn't lookin' where I was goin." He said helping her up. "I'm Skittery."
"Missy, I mean Jami. Stupid nick name from Conlon." She told him.
"I think Missy kinda fits ya. So ya was in Brooklyn?" He asked.
"Yep, Amy thought I should learn to fight and her brother would be the best to teach me. Except thanks to him I got pushed off the docks and then he yelled at me for not showing him respect. So I came back here. I guess I don't mind if you call me Missy, just Spot seems to think I'm a bit "Hoit-Toity.""
"So you're Missy. Spot's looking for you. You should probably talk to Amy about it, but she's out sellin' right now." He explained, not at all surprised by Spot's attitude.
"Do you know where she sells?" Missy asked.
"Not really. Her an Blink always sell together, so I have no idea. Ya could sell with me until they get back." He offered kindly.
"I would really appreciate that, but I've never sold before." She said blushing.
"Really? Well don't worry, I'se can teach yas." He told her picking up his pile of papers.
"These are papes, but I'm guessing yas already know that. We buy 'em for half a cent each and sell 'em for a penny. Yas just gotta remember that headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. Ya gotta make up somethin interesting most the time and then ya gotta be sure to book it before people figure out ya scammed 'em. Also, if someone gives ya anythin but a penny ya can always say ya don't have change. It used ta be that ya had ta eat what ya didn't sell, but now ya can sell 'em back ta Pulitzer, but ya still should never buy too many." He then handed her some of his papers and told her to see what she could do.
She looked through it and found a possible looking story, "Mayor's Daughter Returns From Europe!" she yelled. One person came over and bought a paper, but no one else even seemed to notice.
"Not bad." Skittery told her, "but this story has more potential. Yas might wanna try somethin like this. Mayor Seen With Young European Woman!" This time about seven came and bought papers. He thanked them then made sure Missy and him weren't around when they read the papers.
"Think you have the hang of it now?" Skittery asked handing her ten papers.
"I think I do." And then went on selling.
So there ya go. I know it's still not very long, but it's longer than the last one. I will be workin' on gettin' the next chappy out soon. Lots of reviews would help (hint hint) I am now offering skittles to all people who review.