What Will Become of The Girl?

Ch. 6

I looked around the courtroom and shuttered from the thought of going to jail. I was standing behind Spot and next to the small Italian, whose name was Racetrack. On the way to the courthouse, I learned all their names, expect for the boy who caught me, he didn't talk to me. We were all talking in a low whisper about what had happened at the Hall.

"All rise. All rise. Court is now in session. Judge E.A. Monahan presiding." A bailiff said and we all went silent.

"Are any of you boys represented by council?" The Judge asked.

"Hey, I'm a girl," I said,

"Are any of you boys and girl, represented by council?" The Judge asked again. We looked around with clueless looks on our faces, "No? Good, that will move things along considerably."

"Hey, yer honor, I object!" Spot said.

"On what grounds?"

"On the grounds of Brooklyn, yer honor." Spot replied. Every one burst into laughter. The look on Racetracks face was priceless. The Judge banged his mallet on his table thing to get us quiet.

"I fine each of you five dollars, or two weeks confinement in the House of Refuge." All of our mouths fell open in shock. I don't even think I had the money because I paid for the food. We usually made about a $1.20 each week and during the strike, we hardly made anything.

"Whoa. We ain't got five bucks. We don't even got five cents. Hey, yer honor, how 'bout I roll you for it. Double or nothing?" Racetrack said. Everyone burst into laughter as Denton pushed his way though the crowd of boys outside to get to us.

"I'll do da two weeks yea honor," I said.

"You can't Kitty," Spot said,

"I've gotta,"

"No ya don't, I'll pay for you'se," I couldn't say no to his hot and sexy face so I gave in.

"I'll pay the fines, yer honor. All of them." Denton said. The Judge nodded as Denton walked over to us.

"We gotta meet back at the restaurant," He said, before Jack walked in with cuffs on his hands.

"Hey, Cowboy! Nice shiner!" Racetrack said before we walked out to go back to the restaurant. It didn't take us long to get to the restaurant. I got a cup of coffee and sat in the corner to watch what would soon happen. I drank several cups of the caffeine-loaded beverage before Denton walked in with a sad look on his face. David was the first to talk to Denton.

"Why didn't the Sun print the story?" David asked looking mad as hell.

"Because it never happened," Denton replied. I sat there, open mouthed at what had come out of Denton's mouth.

"What do you mean it never happened? You were there!" Racetrack said standing up and walking over to him.

"You wrote it!" Kid Blink yelled from where he was sitting.

"It's not in the papers, it never happened. The owners decreed it not be in the papers, therefore… I came to tell you fellas good bye." Denton replied looking sad and happy at the same time.

"Did you get fired?" David asked.

"No, I got reassigned back to my old job as the Sun's ace war correspondent. They want me to leave right away. The owner thinks I should only cover the really important stories. Wish me luck fellas. At least half of what I wish for you," Denton said. He turned to David, "They don't always fire. I would be black balled from every paper in the country. I'm a newspaperman. I have to have a paper to write for. This is the story I wrote about the rally. I want you to read it at least," He handed a piece of paper to David who crinkled it up and threw it on the table. Denton walked to the door where Mr. Tibby was standing, "This should cover it," Denton started as he handed him the money for the food we had bought. Mr. Tibby shook his head and didn't take the money. As soon as Denton left, I put my cup of coffee down and left the diner. Spot grabbed his cane and ran after me. We walked back to Brooklyn in silence. I kicked what few rocks that littered the ground.

As I walked up the creaky stairs, I looked down and saw Spot talking to a Manhattan Newsie. I ignored what they were doing and kept walking up the old stairs. When I reached the bunkroom, I pulled off my green shirt and went to sleep in nothing but a bra and my pants. I felt my bed sink lower at the foot of my bed. I opened my eyes to see Change sitting there, smiling.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I live here. Get up and read dis." He said handing me a piece of paper with the words NEWSIES BANNER written on the top of the page. I quickly read it and jumped out of my warm bed. I grabbed a pale green shirt and pulled it over my head. I grabbed Change by the hand and dragged him down the stairs as I pulled my black suspenders over my small shoulders.

When we got outside, I saw Spot sitting on a barrel on the sidewalk. He hopped off of it and came up to us.

"You'se ready?" He asked me. I nodded as Spot turned to Change, "Is everybody else ready?" He asked him. Change nodded his head. Spot smiled, turned around and started to walk to the next street over. Change and I followed him to find all of the Brooklyn Newsies in the street. I ran up to Spot, who was standing on a wooden box so he could tell the Newsies what to do.

"Today!" He started, "We will help the teenagers and children of New York!" Everyone cheered as Spot hopped off the box. He came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder as we made our way to Manhattan with all the other Newsies.

Sorry for the shorty. I have a question for all y'all. I'm thinking about writing another story and I was wondering if I should do a Spot/Catwalk or a Blink/Catwalk. Don't worry, there is a sequel to Never Fear, Brooklyn is here! But that comes after this story and I'm not done with this one yet.

So tell me what you wanna read and I'll write it!

Libby: This isn't a Spot/Catwalk story but if you want me to write one just tell me!

lucyrocks73: Thank you soooo much! That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!

Madmbutterfly713: Now its 3 more chapters!