What Will Become of The Girl?

Ch. 5

When we got back from Tibby's, I ran to my bed screaming, "MY BED!" I landed down hard on the mattress and Spot laughed as he climbed the ladder to get to his top bunk. I buried my head in my pillow and fell asleep.

I looked around and saw I was in Manhattan with Spot. We were marching with the other Newsies of Brooklyn and we were heading to Newsies Square. When we got to the square, I saw that every sweatshop kid in the city was standing outside of the World building. I chanted with everyone else and I looked up and saw a tiny speck that must have been Pulitzer because he couldn't stand the noise. I looked to my right and saw the boy that caught me. He smiled at me and went back to chanting. I pumped my fist in the air as pieces of a pape fell into the air. I grabbed one to read the date. August 2nd 1899.

I woke up and kicked the bottom of the top bunk to wake Spot up. I guess that did it because he started groaning and all that jazz.

"Spot, I had a dream," I started,

"Was I in it?" He asked.

"Yeah. We were at a big rally and all the sweat shop kids of New York were there, so were all the Newsies."

"So, what dats supposed to mean?"

"That on August 2nd, we gotta go ta Manhattan." Spot scratched his chin and nodded.

"Let's go," He said as he grabbed his cane and started walking out the door. I quickly got up and ran after my best friend.

"Where are ya goin'?" I asked as I finally caught up to him.

"Manhattan, like ya told me." He replied.

"I didn't tell ya to go now,"

"So, Jacky- Boy told me about a rally and we'se gotta go. " I laughed at what he said and kept walking with him. We walked to Manhattan and soon found the Newsies. Spot ran to them and told them of my dream, they pondered about it for a while. Finally, Jack came over to me.

"I think your dream may have some meaning. We'se having a rally tonight but I'se don't think dat your dream is gonna happen. Sorry kid," He said.

"I'm not a kid! I turned 16 2 months ago!" I told him. He looked back at me and laughed.

"You look it," At that point I was enraged. It was one thing when Blood said that crap to me but now my brother who thinks I'm dead? I had to control myself for my brother's sake. I gave him the finger and walked away. He looked at me with shock.

"Did ya see what dat goil did to me?" He asked all his friends around him. I smiled at my handy work.

That night…

The rally that night was huge. All the newsies were there from all across New York. I stood inside Irving Hall listening to Spot, Jack and David argue about what they have to do. I didn't listen because I was looking around at all the Newsies that were in the Hall.

"What are we supposed to do to the bums? Kiss 'em?" The small Italian boy asked witched caused everybody to laugh.

"Any scab I see I soak 'em. Period." Spot said and all the Brooklyn Newsies cheered to support. I think we were louder than everybody else.

"No, no. That's what they want us to do. If we get violent, it's just playing into their hands." David said trying his hardest to calm everybody down.

"Hey, look. They're gonna be playing with my hands, alright. "Cuz it ain't what they say, it's what we say. And nobody ain't gonna listen to us unless we make 'em." Spot said.

"Tell 'em Spot!" I yelled so everyone could hear. Everyone started to argue. It was so loud that my head felt like it was about to explode. I started to walk to the exit when someone grabbed my right wrist. I looked back and it was the boy who caught me.

"You'se gotta stay," He told me.

"Alright," I whispered, not looking into his big brown eyes. My focus went back to the argument that was taking place behind me.

"We're with you Jack." The small Italian boy said while the people around agreed with him.

"So, what about you, Spot?" Jack asked. Spot looked around and then at me. I nodded my head to tell him to say yes.

"I say, dat what you say…is what I say," Was Spot's reply. I cheered as loud as I could as Spot and Jack did sip shook.

The Newsies soon began to cheer louder as Medda came out. I walked to the back or else I would be forced, by Spot, to get up there and sing with Medda. According to Spot, I'm a good singer. All the Newsies, expect for one, were singing along with Medda and swooning over her. I looked at the boy who wasn't singing or swooning over Medda and say Spot walk over to him. Spot asked the boy something and the boy seemed taken aback at what Spot had asked. Spot tipped his hat and walked away into the blur of the people around him.

I looked towards the exit and saw a man in a suit walk in looking amongst the boys as if looking for one boy. I saw Denton talking to him and he took his picture that caught David and Spot's attention. David ran over to Jack who kissed Medda on the cheek and ran for the exit. As soon as Jack got off the stage, a whistle blew and all the heads turned in the Hall to see where it was coming from. All the Newsies made a mad dash for the exit.

The bulls and the Crypt came into the Hall and started beating the crap out of anyone who got in their way. I saw most of them were going for Jack. I went over to help me when Spot grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of that madhouse. We weren't even safe outside. Four bulls came at Spot and me when we got outside. The biggest ones hit Spot on the head and knocked him out. I knelt down by Spot to see if he was all right. He got a black eye and a couple of bruises. I shock him to try to wake him up but that didn't do anything. I looked to see Jack and Blink coming out of Irving Hall.
"Jack!" I shouted and he looked my way. I pointed to Spot and Jack started to run over when Blink got hit with the sticky thing that the bulls had. Jack went back to help Blink and he got caught. I started to drag Spot with all my strength when a man twice my size hit me about 5 times with his sticky thing. I fell to the ground landing on top of an unconscious Spot.

Madmbutterfly713: Make that chapter 9!

Libby: That was my favorite part to. You gotta love it when Spot sings and dances.

Dodgery: I love Spot stories too! I'm surprised to see that we have so much in common. (I got that from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory)

Lainie-D: Thanks…I think.