Okay, here's the deal. This thing is named for the fact that each chapter is inspired and named after a song. Get it? Got it? Good.
Racetrack
It was nearly eleven o'clock when we made our way home. Saturday was usually a good day for selling, but what with the death of President William McKinley, headlines had been incredible for the past week.
But this morning was his actual death, and, I suppose he was a good president, but, really, my life depends on good headlines, and I say, better him than me.
So, this evening, Jack had taken us all out to Irving Hall to watch Medda's performance. And now, along with Spot Conlon and Davvy Jacobs (who was back in school, but still hung out with the us newsboys), we were walking back to the lodging house.
But the house was dark. We couldn't see a thing.
"There's no light!" Snipeshooter exclaimed. I rolled my eyes in the darkness.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"Shut up, Racetrack!" Snipeshooter snapped.
"Ow! Snipes, that was me!"
"Sorry, Snoddy."
"Shut up, all of you!" Jack yelled. There was silence.
"Guys, somebody find a candle, or something!" Davvy, the voice of reason, said.
"I found one!" Tumbler shrieked, excitedly.
"Good job, Tumbler. Race? Do you have a match?"
"Yeah. Lemme find Tumbler..." I weaved my way through the other newsies, my hands held out in search of Tumbler, who had shot up a bit. My hands rested on someone. "Who's that?"
"It's me," Spot drawled, oddly calm at the prospect of being touched by alien hands. I jerked back, my hands warm, and my stomach twisting. I was blushing, furiously. Thank God it was dark.
"Sorry," I muttered, moving past him, I found Tumbler. I lit the match, but a gust a wind blew it out. "Damn."
But just as I was lighting another, a roaring thunder sounded, followed by white lightning. It lit up the entire room for an instance. But it was just long enough.
"Dear God..."
Ha HAH! Cliffhanger...What on earth could it be? Why is Race getting tingly feelings at the prospect of touching Spot? Why didn't Spot snap at him?
Slightley: Oooh...pertinent questions...O.o
Are you mocking me?
Slightly: Yes.
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