Well, I won't be doing that again, either. That lip-curving syndrome they call 'smiling'. What a load of shit. It's lunch time now, so we went to this restaurant called Tibby's. I used my earnings to buy my lunch. How surprising that he prices here are quite low. But who frickin' cares? I ordered just one hotdog (Gail ordered ten & shoved one on her puny mouth. She choked on it. How horrendously foolish.) & a glass of cola. That's it. The others ordered coffee. Coffee? Lunch? Are you stupid? Well, I finished my meal as soon as I can so I can leave. The other girls aren't finished yet, & I was about to leave when one of those newsies asked a question.

"Well now, can we know 'bout you goils, then?"

"What?"

"You. All five of you. Where did'ja come from?"

Why do you care? You have no business to know where we came from. I sat back down on my chair. Something tells me to watch this. The one who asked the question was that guy with the pastry name. I really don't understand why would someone name himself after a pastry? And why should care in the first place?

"I…w-well…w-w-we…um…" Hallie stuttered. Then, she gave eye contact to Haylie. That kind of eye contact twins give each other. Jeez, why couldn't they just tell the frickin' truth?

"Actually, we came from jolly old England." Hallie said, in a British accent. Fronting, one of the things I hate the most. I have an example of who does that. Dawn Madison.

"Oh yes, we perfectly have." Haylie said, in that same fake accent. Whatever.

"But, you had American accents before." Said Mush, that muscled fifteen-year old boy. He's really weirding me out. I hate muscles. Men who work out just do that to make themselves look good in front of everybody's eyes. I hate that. Why can't they just be natural? Again, I have an example of who has that trait. Dawn Madison.

"Oh, we have learned how to use an American accent perfectly, you know." Haylie said, looking like she was enjoying herself.

"It is very convincing, isn't it?" Hallie said, taking a sip of coffee in a very British, faggotty kind of way.

"Veeeeerrrryyyy convincing." Jack said. I sensed a tone of sarcasm there. I think he doesn't believe in any of this pretending that they're doing. After all, he is a con artist & a liar. I can see through him, too. He hides a lot of things that he conceals inside, covering it with lies. Hah, everyone's like that these days. Hypocrites. And I won't deny it either. I'm one of those lying bastards. And who the fuck cares anyway? Got a problem with that? I noticed that Gail is very quiet. I got a bit startled since in times like these, she would be the noisiest in the crowd. I turned my eyes on her & saw her just sitting there. I noticed that she's holding something in her hand & completely absorbed in it, concentrating hard on it. Oh, no doubt about it. It's her…

"Well, how do ya explain da weird clothes you were wearing?"

"Those are costumes we've tried out."

"Aren't they absolutely gorgeous?"

No wonder she has been so quiet lately. This is getting boring. I want to get out of here.

"Well, there you have it. That is our story." The twins took a sip from their cups, with pinkies raised. How lame. I hate the British.

"Hey, Gail. What's that?" The boy with the impish face & a crutch asked her. What's his name? It has something to do with that…oh yes, Crutchy. Of all the boys, he's the one I actually like. He's very nice to everyone, including me. Well, I don't have the habit of returning the favor, though. Maybe if I feel like it.

"Okay, now, how do ya explain dat?"

Cover blown. The newsies just discovered the little gadget called Game Boy Advance.

"Umm, uh…did-did I just do something wrong?" Gail asked, her eyes blinking innocently. The twins & Dawn nodded, with facial expressions that are to be laughed at.

"What?!?"

Haha, how entertaining this is. That's what you get from not being yourselves. They kept trying to convince the newsies that the gadget was just a piece of garbage Gail picked up somewhere. What a pathetic excuse. Who the hell would believe that? Who would throw a Game Boy Advance out in a garbage dump in a place & time like this? That is the stupidest lie I have ever heard. The newsies are completely fascinated with the piece of junk & kept examining it. They look like idiots.

"But I said I'm sorry!" Gail said, in her high-pitched, ear-piercing voice.

"That's not enough! How are we supposed to explain that, huh? Now, we have to tell them the whole truth!" Dawn said, her voice shaking with anger. What's the problem with that? You're the only one with the problem.

"But what's the deal with that? It's not important if we came from a different time, is it?!?" Gail said in defense of herself. I can't keep hearing this. I better go up to the rooftop & take my solitary time.

"Aha…came from…came from da fut'cha…ahahah…"

"Dat's a good one! I…I can't breathe…ahahahaha….Da fut'cha!"

What the hell's going on down there? I went downstairs & found myself in a room full of psychotic, mentally retarded freaks rolling on the floor, clutching their stomachs. Their laughter is highly annoying. I asked Hallie why they were acting like animals & she said,

"Well, we told them the truth. But they just laughed at us. If they don't wanna believe us, then fine!"

I know how to take care of a situation like this. I grabbed a wooden chair from Hallie's side, put it in front of me & destroyed it by punching it with my fist. Pieces of wood flew everywhere, narrowly missing Jack's face by an inch.

"Are you just going to keep laughing or are you ready to listen? Because, you know, I feel a hurtfest coming on. I assure you, you don't want one!"

I felt a throbbing uneasy feeling that they call 'pain' enveloping my whole fist. But I chose to ignore it. I don't have any space in my whole humanity to feel anything. I chose to be like this because I wanted to. Don't ask why. It's none of your business.

"Well, uh…that was…uh, weird. So, I think you're now ready to listen." Hallie said, her voice quivering. I sat on a bunkbed, looking at each newsie one by one. My eyes stopped on Pie Eater, who looks like he wants to cry or whatever. He is looking at me with his big brown eyes. I don't know but there's something in that stare that calmed me down a bit. I surprised myself there. Usually, I would still be in a foul mood after that, but now…after taking the eye contact from him…never mind.

"So, you goils are really tellin' us da truth?" Mush said, a look of innocence on his face. You know, he may have a large body, but him, being gullible doesn't suit him.

"Uh, yeah. So, do you guys believe us now?" Hallie said, a look of fresh new hope spread out on her face.

"Yes!" The newsies said altogether. Hah, they probably just believed us because I scared the manhood out of them. Wimps. They kept asking questions about our own world. They kept doing it, looks of pure innocence on their faces. They're acting like little kindergarten children. Annoying. I'm surprised that they still haven't ran around & slap each other. And here comes Pie Eater. Damn, I'd rather get out of here than to talk to him. Well, that's a good idea.