Newsies 2004
Chapter 10
AN: Yay! I'm back!
Blink- ((mutters)) Finally
Quiet you. School sucks! It takes away my writing time! I mean, I write a little bit in class-
Bumlets- Don't lie, Hollywood
I'm not lieing! I try to write, but there are just so many people talking that it's hard to concentrate. Plus really nosy people tend to lean over my shoulder and ask stupidly, "What are you writing? Is it dirty?" and I can't STAND it when people read stuff over my shoulder. Know what I mean?
Newsies- Uhm. . .sure?
((Sighs)) Boys. . .Anyway, my treat to all you faithful readers, CHAPTER 10! ENJOY! ((bows))
Other than the fact that the boys' behavior was very odd, no one really paid attention to it. They kind of muttered about it to one another, but was dropped once they saw me glaring at them. Most of the kids in there were lower classman, like freshmen and sophomores. Like I said before, I don't mind the juniors because I know many of them. I can be intimidating when I want to be, or so I've been told.
Anyway, Jack finished his paragraph and turned it in to Mrs. Estes. She gave him this weird look, but shook her head slowly and laid it on her desk.
"Brilliant, guys, just brilliant. Do you WANT to go giving yourselves away?" Ershey hissed at Mush, Dutchy, and Jack.
"Wes was told ta write about ourselves. So we did." Mush shrugged.
"Dude, you guys make up headlines for a living. You couldn't have made your lives up?" Erin asked.
"Well it ain't like wes got all day." Jack said lazily.
"How long does it take to think of fake headlines?" Mich asked.
" 'Dis is different. Wes been makin' up headlines all our life an' it comes pretty easily. When it comes to our private lives, 'dat's a 'lil hard." Dutchy said.
"That makes no sense whatsoever." I said in a monotone voice.
"Believe what ya want, Blue, but it's tha truth." Jack drawled. Whoa, talk about your change in moods. One minute he's all fine and the next he's sounding like Draco Malfoy ((AN-1)). And I'm not a big fan of Draco, which is saying something.
Class continued like it did, and an hour and a half later, the bell rang and it was on to fourth period. I've been dreading this all day, going to Gym class and getting made a fool out of myself by whatever game we were going to play. Plus the fact that I would be wearing skimpy shorts and a baggy shirt was NOT going to help any. PLUS my worst enemy would be in the class with me: Racetrack. Well okay so maybe not my worst enemy, just someone who I find extremely annoying. Maybe not even so much as extremely annoying. His Italian accent was pretty hot. . .Wait, what am I saying? This is RACETRACK. I HATE Racetrack. Aw, geeze I'll figure it out later. Right now I need to get from point A to point B in less than five minutes.
"Have fun in Gym, Blue." Erin winked at me. Memo to me, MEMO to me ((AN-2)). . .Hurt her after school.
I walked swiftly through the cafeteria, passing Yoda on my way and meeting up with Rebel. She and I had Gym together and we were the only two people who don't participate. Maybe THAT'S why I have a 59. Heh, oops. I entered the girls' locker room and threw my stuff down in front of my locker. Rebel's locker was next to mine and we both started taking out our clothes.
"God, I hate this class. Why are we taking it again?" I asked, pulling off my shirt and replacing it with my Gym shirt.
"Because we're supposed to have a P.E. credit and since we didn't take any our first three years. . ." Rebel trailed off and I sighed and nodded. I should have gone smart and taken swimming like Jordan ((AN-3)). She's never set foot in Gym class all three years she's been here.
"At least we have it every other day." Rebel said, pulling her hair into a high ponytail. I bent down and tied my tennis shoes.
"True. What do you think we're going to have to endure today?" We both slammed our lockers at the same time and made our way with the other girls to the gym.
"Whatever it is we're just going to sit out anyway." We both laughed and as soon as we walked in, we, as well as the rest of the other girls, received catcalls from the guys. I rolled my eyes. The guys at this school are so perverted.
"That's enough, settle down. Get into your stretching places." Our teacher, Mr. Jefferson, called to us. Rebel and I headed to the back of the gym and sat down side by side. I noticed Race and Skittery at the entrance to the boys' locker room, looking rather confused. I sighed and got up again and walked over to them. As I got closer it took all my will power not to burst out laughing.
They were wearing the baggy gray shirts like the rest of us, but they're shorts looked like basketball shorts. The really long and heavy ones and instead of tennis shoes they were BAREFOOT! I couldn't believe it! We had forgotten to get them tennis shoes! A grin spread over my face and I felt the laughter that was rising up, threatening to push its way out of my mouth.
"Not a woid, Blue. Not. . .a woid." Race muttered.
"Race, Skittery. . .You look. . .," Giggle. "different. With the. . .," Snort. "exception of shoes. But other than that. . .Aw, who am I kidding? YOU GUYS LOOK LIKE IDIOTS!" My laughter finally won and it burst out of me. I held my stomach and they just stood there, not even defending themselves. 'Cause they KNOW they look like idiots!
"Kayla, what's going on?" Mr. Jefferson asked, coming up to the three of us. "Why aren't you stretching like everyone else?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. J. It's just," I said through my gasps of laughter. "They look so dumb!" I had tears in my eyes now I was laughing so hard and I wiped them away. Mr. J scanned over the boys and I saw him give a reluctant smirk when he saw the no shoes dilemma.
"You boys must be new." He said. Race and Skittery nodded.
"Ise Skittery an' 'dis is Race." Skittery informed Mr. J. He looked at them suspiciously, but nodded nonetheless. By this time my laughter had subsided and Mr. J directed me to take the boys to their new stretching positions, which were right behind me and Rebel. Great. One of them might look at my ass while we stretch, not a very pleasant experience.
After our stretching, much to my amusement of watching Race and Skittery try and do the butterfly stretch, Mr. J had all of us line up against the back wall of the gym, side by side.
"Okay, today we're going to do an activity which I am sure you all are very familiar with. We're playing dodgeball!" YES! I love dodgeball! The rest of the class murmured and shouted their appreciation. "Boys against girls so come on. Girls on the right side of the gym, boys on the left," We all scattered to get into our positions. There came to be an equal numbers of guys and girls in the class, which is very odd. There's usually NEVER an even number, but this makes it all sweeter. Mr. J dragged out a garbage bag full of soft, cushiony yellow balls. They hurt like HELL though if you throw them hard enough.
Mr. J started to take out the balls one by one and place them next to each other in a straight line in the middle of the gym. Once he was finished, he threw the bag aside and took out a whistle. "Okay, the rules are as follows: Both teams must stay behind the second white line," he pointed to the second white line behind the first one with which the balls were upon. "You must aim only for the body, if you aim for the head you are automatically out. You must not taunt the opposite players and if you get hit, you're out. No exceptions. Alright, when I blow the whistle," he held up the silver whistle around his neck, "run to the middle and grab as many balls as you can and you CANNOT start throwing until you are behind the SECOND white line. Got it?" We all nodded. "On the count of three. One. Two. Three-!"
The shrill whistle echoed throughout the gym and I raced up to the middle and launched myself to the ground. Rebel was beside me and the two of us grabbed as many balls as we could. We each had an armful of about four to six balls and we scrambled behind the white line and began to distribute some to other girls who weren't so lucky.
All of a sudden, balls from the other side were flying at us like crazy, like bombs raining down on an unsuspecting fort.
"Oh, HELL no! Take this!" I shouted and aimed my ball at a random guy. It hit him in the stomach and he cursed loudly. He walked over and sat down on the gym risers. I saw Race and Skittery looking at each other and the other boys, clearly unaware of what to do. Apparently dodgeball wasn't around in 1899 ((AN-4)). Rebel and I glanced at each other and she raised her arm and attempted to aim her ball at Skittery. She threw it, he saw it, his eyes grew wide, and he ducked. Recognition spread over their faces and they began the war.
Twenty minutes later, it all came down to me, Rebel, Skittery, and Race. The girls who were out were cheering for me and Rebel and the guys were obviously cheering for Race and Skittery. I wasn't paying attention to where I was throwing; I was just picking up random balls around me and throwing as hard as I could. A ball hurtled in my direction and I jumped up like I was doing a complicated dance move. Rebel was ducking and pelting, ducking and pelting, jumping, pelting, ducking, pelting. . .Falling. Falling? Oh shit! Rebel was out of the game! I looked across while still having to dodge the balls from Race and I saw Skittery grinning evilly. So it was him! I watched as my only comrade left the battlefield. Now it was all up to me.
"You're going down, Skittery! Take this!" I shouted to him and got as close as I was allowed and threw the ball with all my might. Lucky for me, it hit him in the chest and he fell over dramatically. Now it was just me and Race.
"GO, Blue! Kick his ass!" Rebel yelled and I smirked. I heard an uproar from the girls and Race and I started intently at each other. It was like the game had stopped or time was moving slowly like in movies. We each picked up a ball at the same time, and threw, but we both smoothly stepped out of the line of fire. Then time began to pick up speed again and I was back to my routine. Throwing, ducking, jumping high, VERY high, throwing myself on the ground and rolling. As I rolled, I grabbed a ball, came up and pitched it at Race. He dodged easily and picked up the same ball and threw it back at me. Damn! For never playing before, Race was good!
"Come on, guys, wrap this up! We only have fifteen more minutes and then it's time to get dressed!" Mr. J called to us. I was NOT going to loose to a pansy assed, 19th century newsboy who has never played this game in his life! I was going to win, or die trying.
Come on, Race. Is that all you got? You can do better I taunted at him in my head. Hey, if I wasn't allowed to actually taunt him, damn straight I was gonna do it in my head. It makes me feel better.
" 'Dis has gotta end sometime, Blue! So who's it gonna," he grunted as he threw a ball. "be?"
I ducked the ball. "ME!"
With all my might, I took my last remaining ball and threw it like I was throwing a football. Race was in the middle of picking up a ball, so he was looking down. He didn't see my ball coming until the last minute and his eyes grew wide as he realized he was trapped. The ball hit his chest and the stands with the girls cheered and stomped their feet and hooted and hollered. YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT! I told Race I was going to beat him! The whistle sounded throughout the gym once more.
"WINNER! KAYLA MAXWELL! AWESOME game, guys! Okay, that's it, go get dressed and I'll see you next time." Mr. J said, releasing us. As I walked back to the locker room with the other girls, I received congratulations and slaps on the back and how it was the best game of dodgeball they had ever played.
"Man, you were great! You should have seen the look on Race's face after he realized he lost. It was priceless," Rebel said, her cheeks flushed from excitement.
"Thanks! You rocked too. Did you see the way Skittery fell after I hit him?" I asked and Rebel laughed.
"Yeah, it was cute," she said. WHOA! Cute! Since when has Rebel opened up this fast? She doesn't trust people all that often, she's known us forever so we're an exception. But she's not too trusting with guys and she just met Skittery, what, this morning? Something weird was definitely going on here. It seems like the guys were using their charms in more ways than one.
AN: BWAHAHAHAHA! I loved writing this chapter! I had so much fun with the game, it was going on in my head as I was writing! I think this chapter, besides the one where they go shopping, is the best. I put off this story, as well as my others, for so long that now I'm ready to just jump right back into it. Please REVIEW!
AN-1: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! J.K. Rowling is the proud and only owner of the series. I only used the name, but I just wanted to clarify that I do not own it.
AN-2: Line from Disney movie "Hercules". That's in like the VERY beginning when Hades comes back from the party on Mt. Olympus, you know celebrating the birth of Hercules and Hades is waiting for the Fates. He tells Pain and Panic to inform him when the Fates arrive and they already did and Hades says that line. It's so funny, I'm SO buying that movie.
AN-3: This actually applies at my school. If you're in an activity like athletics or band or whatever, it counts as a P.E. credit. It's great, I've NEVER been in gym class my two years of high school.
AN-4: I don't know if it was. I was just making it up, but if it was COOL!
So please, please, PLEASE review! and I give you lots of. . .Halloween candy! WOOTNESS! LoL. Anyway, I hope you liked this!
Dreamless-Mermaid