Hey! I know I haven't updated in a week or two, and I know my excuse is
overly used and really lame, but it's the truth! I've been really busy, so
here's the update. I hope you like it. Also, I want to thank my three
wonderful reviewers-
Scamley- dollface I love ya! We are the coolest nerds ever!
BETH!- Ah! I miss you so much! Thank you, I try very hard to make my grammar correct, heheh. Yes, we should have a reunion. We need to get info from Mary on the whole thinger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wuv u!!!!!!!!!!!! We'll snowdog again soon!!
Alana- YAY! You like my story! I'm so glad! Sorry for making you wait, but I hope you like this chapter as much as the others, and I welcome any ideas or comments you have to give. Thanks for the review, it makes me happy!
Disclaimer-I do not own the movie Newsies, nor the character Spot Conlon (I think he owns himself) anything that is related to the movie belongs to Disney. As far as I know, all characters and plot stuffs in this story (beside spot) are my own. If I am mistaken, I apologize, please don't sue. Oh, and ummmm, I'm not making any money from this. I think that's good
Title: Brooklyn's Beginnings
Chapter: Powerful Eyes
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, child abuse, and some other stuff, I don't know, we'll see how it goes, but it probably won't get any higher.
Mr. Ranskin asked Gabriel a number of questions. He asked him whether he could read or write. Gabriel answered no. He asked him whether he could do arithmetic. After establishing what 'arithmetic' was, Gabriel told Mr. Ranskin "I can woik wit money, dat's what ya mean?" They also established that he was to learn how to respect adults, and answer questions with yes or no 'sir'. When asked if Gabriel knew of anyplace or people the orphanage could contact that might be willing to adopt him, Gabriel quietly shook his head. His brother had told him to go to the place on that paper, but he had no idea who or where that was, and he thought, maybe for now, he should just forget about it, he was good at storing things at the back of his memory, for later use. Mr. Raskin had enlisted a six-year-old boy named Percy to show Gabriel around and make sure he knew all the rules. Percy took Gabriel upstairs, and gave him a free bunk. He also explained the 'rules'. "No drinking, fighting, cussing, smoking, gambling, stealing, lying, running, back talking, or roughhousing. Don't be a smartass, do what yer told, clean up afta yerself, be on time to all meals and lessons, treat adults with respect and don't do pretty much anyhtin without askin' first." The boy recited in a monotone, as if he had done this many times. Percy had slightly curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. He was skinny and fairly tall, especially compared to Gabriel. After Percy finished explaining the rules, Gabriel gave hima smirk, a smirk that everyone in the orphanage would soon recognize. Gabriel had pretty much lived his whole life freely, doing whatevah he wanted. His only rules were the rules of the street, which Hayden, and the streets themselves, had taught him. The basics were too stay away from the bulls, don't piss off his father, and do what Hayden told him. Hayden had treated Gabriel with a kind of tough love. He had protected and cared for his little brother as much as a ten-year-old street rat could, but he would still beat him or fight with him if he got mad or Gabriel wasn't listening to him. Gabriel knew that when his brother beat him, it was because he was protecting him, not like when his father beat him out of pure cold-heartedness. Besides, Hayden couldn't, and didn't even try, to do as much damage as a full grown, drunken man. "So," said Gabriel, addressing Percy. "What happens if ya break a rule?"
"Depends" Answered Percy "Mr., Ranskin, the fella you talked ta, he runs da joint. He's usually all right. He'll lectcha ya ears off, an paddle ya, but nuthin bad. Mrs. Ranskin, his wife, she's da cook and runs da nursery. Don't let her catchya cussin. Udder den dat, she's fine too, might even give ya extra food if yer good enough and cute enough. Now, its Mr. Shanely ya gotta watch out fer. He's da custodian and mostly just deals wit da big boys, but if youse real bad, you'll get sent ta him."
"What's he hit ya with?" asked Gabriel, with a hint of cockiness.
"Ah, usually a leather strap er sumthin, depends." Answered Percy in an offhand tone. "Why?"
"Nuttin,"
"Why yer old man beat ya?"
"Daily."
"Dat what da shiner from?" Percy asked, of the day old bruise under Gabriel's right eye. It had been almost 24 hours since his last beating, but to Gabriel, it seemed life times away. Gabriel just nodded his head and let Percy continue.
"Well, lastly, there's Miss. Juli. She' real nice, she'll be yer teacher."
Gabriel was going to ask a question, but they had reached a group of older boys, sitting around a table.
"Finn," Said Percy "It's a new kid."
"I can see that." Said 'Finn' coolly. "he gotta name?" Finn was sizing up Gabriel, a smile playing at his lips. 'This kids nuttin,' he thought to himself. That was good; he'd have another slave to push around.
"Ya, its Gabriel." Answered Percy
Gabriel was looking at Finn and his little 'gang' wearing an expression of disgust. He'd encountered kids like Finn on the streets. They bullied little kids around just because they where bigger, and to raise their own self-esteem. Gabriel was an observant kid, and he knew that a leader didn't become a leader by pushing kids around and scaring them into submission. A leader became a leader by protecting his followers, and a good leader was not only feared, but also respected. That's how Gabriel knew that Finn was nothing, and he could take him easily, even if he was twice his size.
"Gabe huh?" Said Finn slyly "How old are ya Gabey-Babey, four?" The group around him laughed, as if on cue.
"I dunno, how old are you?" Gabe cockily asked.
Finn glared at him, "I asked the question runt."
Gabriel glared back at Finn with intense crystal blue eyes. He had learned in his short life that his eyes had power. He had learned to use them to his advantage. "Ya, an' I chose not ta answer it." Gabriel coolly stated, never taking his eyes off Finn.
Finn was unnerved, but refused to show it. He tore his eyes away from Gabriel's stare, but tried to remain in control. This action however, told Gabriel that he had won.
"Answer the question kid." Finn nervously demanded.
"I will, once you answer mine."
"14" Growled Finn, all of the onlookers were astonished that Finn had given in.
"Aren't you a little old ta be in da Kiddie Cage?" Gabriel asked, his voice feigning innocence. This comment was followed by a lot of "Owwww's" from the small surrounding crowd. Before Finn could respond though, a bell rang.
"Dinner." Percy answered Gabriel's questioning look. As all the boys started rushing off, Gabriel called to Finn.
"I'm five!"
Scamley- dollface I love ya! We are the coolest nerds ever!
BETH!- Ah! I miss you so much! Thank you, I try very hard to make my grammar correct, heheh. Yes, we should have a reunion. We need to get info from Mary on the whole thinger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wuv u!!!!!!!!!!!! We'll snowdog again soon!!
Alana- YAY! You like my story! I'm so glad! Sorry for making you wait, but I hope you like this chapter as much as the others, and I welcome any ideas or comments you have to give. Thanks for the review, it makes me happy!
Disclaimer-I do not own the movie Newsies, nor the character Spot Conlon (I think he owns himself) anything that is related to the movie belongs to Disney. As far as I know, all characters and plot stuffs in this story (beside spot) are my own. If I am mistaken, I apologize, please don't sue. Oh, and ummmm, I'm not making any money from this. I think that's good
Title: Brooklyn's Beginnings
Chapter: Powerful Eyes
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, child abuse, and some other stuff, I don't know, we'll see how it goes, but it probably won't get any higher.
Mr. Ranskin asked Gabriel a number of questions. He asked him whether he could read or write. Gabriel answered no. He asked him whether he could do arithmetic. After establishing what 'arithmetic' was, Gabriel told Mr. Ranskin "I can woik wit money, dat's what ya mean?" They also established that he was to learn how to respect adults, and answer questions with yes or no 'sir'. When asked if Gabriel knew of anyplace or people the orphanage could contact that might be willing to adopt him, Gabriel quietly shook his head. His brother had told him to go to the place on that paper, but he had no idea who or where that was, and he thought, maybe for now, he should just forget about it, he was good at storing things at the back of his memory, for later use. Mr. Raskin had enlisted a six-year-old boy named Percy to show Gabriel around and make sure he knew all the rules. Percy took Gabriel upstairs, and gave him a free bunk. He also explained the 'rules'. "No drinking, fighting, cussing, smoking, gambling, stealing, lying, running, back talking, or roughhousing. Don't be a smartass, do what yer told, clean up afta yerself, be on time to all meals and lessons, treat adults with respect and don't do pretty much anyhtin without askin' first." The boy recited in a monotone, as if he had done this many times. Percy had slightly curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. He was skinny and fairly tall, especially compared to Gabriel. After Percy finished explaining the rules, Gabriel gave hima smirk, a smirk that everyone in the orphanage would soon recognize. Gabriel had pretty much lived his whole life freely, doing whatevah he wanted. His only rules were the rules of the street, which Hayden, and the streets themselves, had taught him. The basics were too stay away from the bulls, don't piss off his father, and do what Hayden told him. Hayden had treated Gabriel with a kind of tough love. He had protected and cared for his little brother as much as a ten-year-old street rat could, but he would still beat him or fight with him if he got mad or Gabriel wasn't listening to him. Gabriel knew that when his brother beat him, it was because he was protecting him, not like when his father beat him out of pure cold-heartedness. Besides, Hayden couldn't, and didn't even try, to do as much damage as a full grown, drunken man. "So," said Gabriel, addressing Percy. "What happens if ya break a rule?"
"Depends" Answered Percy "Mr., Ranskin, the fella you talked ta, he runs da joint. He's usually all right. He'll lectcha ya ears off, an paddle ya, but nuthin bad. Mrs. Ranskin, his wife, she's da cook and runs da nursery. Don't let her catchya cussin. Udder den dat, she's fine too, might even give ya extra food if yer good enough and cute enough. Now, its Mr. Shanely ya gotta watch out fer. He's da custodian and mostly just deals wit da big boys, but if youse real bad, you'll get sent ta him."
"What's he hit ya with?" asked Gabriel, with a hint of cockiness.
"Ah, usually a leather strap er sumthin, depends." Answered Percy in an offhand tone. "Why?"
"Nuttin,"
"Why yer old man beat ya?"
"Daily."
"Dat what da shiner from?" Percy asked, of the day old bruise under Gabriel's right eye. It had been almost 24 hours since his last beating, but to Gabriel, it seemed life times away. Gabriel just nodded his head and let Percy continue.
"Well, lastly, there's Miss. Juli. She' real nice, she'll be yer teacher."
Gabriel was going to ask a question, but they had reached a group of older boys, sitting around a table.
"Finn," Said Percy "It's a new kid."
"I can see that." Said 'Finn' coolly. "he gotta name?" Finn was sizing up Gabriel, a smile playing at his lips. 'This kids nuttin,' he thought to himself. That was good; he'd have another slave to push around.
"Ya, its Gabriel." Answered Percy
Gabriel was looking at Finn and his little 'gang' wearing an expression of disgust. He'd encountered kids like Finn on the streets. They bullied little kids around just because they where bigger, and to raise their own self-esteem. Gabriel was an observant kid, and he knew that a leader didn't become a leader by pushing kids around and scaring them into submission. A leader became a leader by protecting his followers, and a good leader was not only feared, but also respected. That's how Gabriel knew that Finn was nothing, and he could take him easily, even if he was twice his size.
"Gabe huh?" Said Finn slyly "How old are ya Gabey-Babey, four?" The group around him laughed, as if on cue.
"I dunno, how old are you?" Gabe cockily asked.
Finn glared at him, "I asked the question runt."
Gabriel glared back at Finn with intense crystal blue eyes. He had learned in his short life that his eyes had power. He had learned to use them to his advantage. "Ya, an' I chose not ta answer it." Gabriel coolly stated, never taking his eyes off Finn.
Finn was unnerved, but refused to show it. He tore his eyes away from Gabriel's stare, but tried to remain in control. This action however, told Gabriel that he had won.
"Answer the question kid." Finn nervously demanded.
"I will, once you answer mine."
"14" Growled Finn, all of the onlookers were astonished that Finn had given in.
"Aren't you a little old ta be in da Kiddie Cage?" Gabriel asked, his voice feigning innocence. This comment was followed by a lot of "Owwww's" from the small surrounding crowd. Before Finn could respond though, a bell rang.
"Dinner." Percy answered Gabriel's questioning look. As all the boys started rushing off, Gabriel called to Finn.
"I'm five!"