Shout Outs!!!
Sapphy: Ok, what I want to say is, well ...
maybethisisamarysueficbutidontreallycarebecausemarysueisfuntowrite...ok,
now that I got that off my chest...this fic is VERY Mary Sue, but it
shall turn from weird-back-in-time-fic to PSYCHO-back-in-time-fic. (I
have 2 endings in mind-one VERY strange indeed) SO, in the mean time,
I hope you can stand reading my cliché story. GOOD NEWS THOUGH-I'm
getting on with my non-MS fic which actually has bad language and sex
and stuff in it! YAY!! Anywho-thanks for reviewin' like ALWAYS!
*grins madly*
SgtPeppersGirl: Alrightythen...you are the epitome of crazy! Did you
know that? I bet you did *sulks* DARN!! Ah well...Johnny-o isn't that
bad...When I was in like 3rd grade, Annmarie called him John Jacob
jingle Heimer Schmidt! HA HA HA! YOUR WEBSITE WAS AMAZING!! *glomps*
(Sorry Sapphy-had ta use your word, I couldn't think of any other way
to describe it!) OH-also, wait and see what happens later-John
defiantly learns to love New York!
Anonymous Muse:
I know, I know! I DID give you a shout-out before! I thought your
name was Nameless Muse then though! SORRY!!!!!! Oh, and also-just ta
tell ya-I had ta look up when Coke was made and they (on the Coca-Cola
website) said that it was made like in 1880's. I won't hurt you!
*smiles* Ah yes, roots...hmmm-very very evil things! And YES NEWSIES
ARE VERY GULLIBLE!! That's the beauty of it all...they believe whatever
I want them to because it's my story! MUHHHHWWWWAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Race: oh no.
Jack: Now she's on a power trip!
Crutchy: QUICK-lock her in the cupboard with Pulitzer and Spot!!
*throws Brownie in cupboard*
LEMME OUT!!
Spot: Ah yes, it was only a matter of time until they put you here too!
Pulitzer: Bloog a waw ee oooooooo. (random noises he makes)
???: *cough* (In English accent) 'bout that time again. Right-o
Who is that...Harry? HARRY!!!!!
*grabs Harry Potter and squeezes him*
Alright, so all's well that ends well! *grins and continues to hug Harry*
OHHHHH-wait, before I go...
I KNOW that this is a lil Mary Sue and cliché, but it's a BACK IN TIME fic- the idea alone is a cliché. So I hope y'all can excuse the predictability for a few more chapters so I can get to the good part! *grins evilly* DANKE!!
__________
"Hey, where in da west are youse from?'' Blink asked.
"Yeah," Race added.
"Missouri, St. Louis, Missouri," I said.
"oh, yeah. I know where dat is," Dutchy said.
"Yeah, Cowboy's fixin ta go ta Santa Fe one day aintcha Cowboy?'' Blink nudged Jack.
"Yeah, I'll be in Santa Fe one day alright," Jack smiled. *sure ya will, keep tellin yourself that!*
"Have you been ta Santa Fe before?" Mush asked.
" 'ey, just because dey live out West don't mean dey been everywhere out dere!" Race said slapping Mush's head.
*grrrrrrrrr, watch it!!!*
"Well, naw. I've never been to Santa Fe. But I have been to Chicago, and Kansas City before." I said, trying to think of cities they'd know.
"Really, what for?" asked Skittery. What's with the interrogation here?
"We've got family there." I shrugged.
"Aint dere wild Indians in Kansas?" Dutchy asked eagerly.
"yeah, but there not that mean," I said, choosing my words carefully. "they- actually-don't want to kill their enemies. Their warriors actually get more honor if they touch the enemy and come back unharmed." (yay for U.S. History!! *tear* Mr. Szevery would be proud!) I thought that since I was here, I might as well put in a good word for them!!
"Yeah, but dey, ya know, ride around widout no clothes on,'' Skittery commented.
Here my brother piped up. I knew what he was about to say before he even opened up his mouth.
"If being proud of your body and wanting to ride around naked all day makes you a savage, the by God you ladies are drinking with a savage!!" he said, his voice full of gusto. (a/n-YAY FOR SHANGHI KNIGHTS ALLUSIONS!!!!! I LOVE OWEN WILSON!!!!!)
The newsies just stared at him.
"What?'' he asked.
"Who youse callin a lady?" Blink said defensively. I don't see Davey around here...
"It's just...an expression...we have out West," I said covering up John's "funny" comment. After the boys returned to their conversation I looked over at John and we exchanged a little laugh. We both love Shanghi Knights.
After we were done eating (me and John that is, no one else really ate much), Jack got up. The others, following suit, stood up and threw done a few cents paying for their food. I dug around in my pockets for money, when I remembered that I had Race's pants on. I looked at John.
"John," I whispered fervently. "Do ya got any money?" I whispered, trying not to be noticed. Unfortunalty, Jack had been waiting for me to exit the booth before moving on out the door.
"C'mon, Kristin," my brother replied. "Have you EVER known me to have money on me, or at all for that matter?"
"I guess not," I answered trying to think of something. Shit. No money with me, the owner's gonna make me wash dishes till I pay it off.
"Hey, s'there somthin wrong?" Jack asked looking from me to my brother.
"Um. . ." I started.
"yeah!" brother piped in. "Uh, we kinda left our money back at that house- thingy. Could we borrow some?" Ah, good 'ol John, the best beggar there ever was (I mean is. . .).
"Shua," said Jack, tossing John a dime. I could tell they thought we'd never pay them back, but the other newsies chipped in a couple of cents until 20 cents lay on the table.
We walked outside and back towards the lodging house.
"Here, lemme go get your money," I said.
"no, it's ok, ya don't hafta," Jack replied, trying to act gentlemanly, but too late. I was already running up the stairs to the bunkroom.
I found my bag. I sat down on the bunk and took a quick look around me-no one there. I unzipped by navy blue backpack and took a quick inventory of what I had thought to bring with me to New York. Amazingly, since my trip to Europe, I had learned to pack lighter than I used to when I was little. I dug around searching for some money. I always hide it in about a bazillion places, so it shouldn't be that hard to find.
"Eureka!" I exclaimed as I found my pink zipper-holder-thingy-mabober. I opened it and dug out two dimes, then, changed my mind and got a dime and ten pennies, since the boys split the tab. I looked down at the money in my hand. Yup, 10 Abe Lincoln's and 1 of that other guy who's on the dime.
Wait, wait, wait just one second. 2003 money is bound to be different from 1899 money!! I was worried that all the money I had brought would be worthless and that I really WOULD be broke. But as I took the coins out of my bag, something strange started to happen. The faces of the coins started to morph. The date that said "2002" changed slowly into "1899". I blinked and looked again. By then the metamorphosis had ceased and what lay in my hands now was unmistakably money from 1899!
"holy. shit." I starred at my hand. I heard footsteps climbing the stairs behind me.
"Kristin," John said. "c'mon! I don't like being around those weirdos by myself. They might just try to rape me,"
"In your dreams," I retaliated as I started down the stairs.
Please please please Review! Then I'll have a reason to come out of this cupboard! Thanks a lot!
~Brownie
Sapphy: Ok, what I want to say is, well ...
maybethisisamarysueficbutidontreallycarebecausemarysueisfuntowrite...ok,
now that I got that off my chest...this fic is VERY Mary Sue, but it
shall turn from weird-back-in-time-fic to PSYCHO-back-in-time-fic. (I
have 2 endings in mind-one VERY strange indeed) SO, in the mean time,
I hope you can stand reading my cliché story. GOOD NEWS THOUGH-I'm
getting on with my non-MS fic which actually has bad language and sex
and stuff in it! YAY!! Anywho-thanks for reviewin' like ALWAYS!
*grins madly*
SgtPeppersGirl: Alrightythen...you are the epitome of crazy! Did you
know that? I bet you did *sulks* DARN!! Ah well...Johnny-o isn't that
bad...When I was in like 3rd grade, Annmarie called him John Jacob
jingle Heimer Schmidt! HA HA HA! YOUR WEBSITE WAS AMAZING!! *glomps*
(Sorry Sapphy-had ta use your word, I couldn't think of any other way
to describe it!) OH-also, wait and see what happens later-John
defiantly learns to love New York!
Anonymous Muse:
I know, I know! I DID give you a shout-out before! I thought your
name was Nameless Muse then though! SORRY!!!!!! Oh, and also-just ta
tell ya-I had ta look up when Coke was made and they (on the Coca-Cola
website) said that it was made like in 1880's. I won't hurt you!
*smiles* Ah yes, roots...hmmm-very very evil things! And YES NEWSIES
ARE VERY GULLIBLE!! That's the beauty of it all...they believe whatever
I want them to because it's my story! MUHHHHWWWWAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Race: oh no.
Jack: Now she's on a power trip!
Crutchy: QUICK-lock her in the cupboard with Pulitzer and Spot!!
*throws Brownie in cupboard*
LEMME OUT!!
Spot: Ah yes, it was only a matter of time until they put you here too!
Pulitzer: Bloog a waw ee oooooooo. (random noises he makes)
???: *cough* (In English accent) 'bout that time again. Right-o
Who is that...Harry? HARRY!!!!!
*grabs Harry Potter and squeezes him*
Alright, so all's well that ends well! *grins and continues to hug Harry*
OHHHHH-wait, before I go...
I KNOW that this is a lil Mary Sue and cliché, but it's a BACK IN TIME fic- the idea alone is a cliché. So I hope y'all can excuse the predictability for a few more chapters so I can get to the good part! *grins evilly* DANKE!!
__________
"Hey, where in da west are youse from?'' Blink asked.
"Yeah," Race added.
"Missouri, St. Louis, Missouri," I said.
"oh, yeah. I know where dat is," Dutchy said.
"Yeah, Cowboy's fixin ta go ta Santa Fe one day aintcha Cowboy?'' Blink nudged Jack.
"Yeah, I'll be in Santa Fe one day alright," Jack smiled. *sure ya will, keep tellin yourself that!*
"Have you been ta Santa Fe before?" Mush asked.
" 'ey, just because dey live out West don't mean dey been everywhere out dere!" Race said slapping Mush's head.
*grrrrrrrrr, watch it!!!*
"Well, naw. I've never been to Santa Fe. But I have been to Chicago, and Kansas City before." I said, trying to think of cities they'd know.
"Really, what for?" asked Skittery. What's with the interrogation here?
"We've got family there." I shrugged.
"Aint dere wild Indians in Kansas?" Dutchy asked eagerly.
"yeah, but there not that mean," I said, choosing my words carefully. "they- actually-don't want to kill their enemies. Their warriors actually get more honor if they touch the enemy and come back unharmed." (yay for U.S. History!! *tear* Mr. Szevery would be proud!) I thought that since I was here, I might as well put in a good word for them!!
"Yeah, but dey, ya know, ride around widout no clothes on,'' Skittery commented.
Here my brother piped up. I knew what he was about to say before he even opened up his mouth.
"If being proud of your body and wanting to ride around naked all day makes you a savage, the by God you ladies are drinking with a savage!!" he said, his voice full of gusto. (a/n-YAY FOR SHANGHI KNIGHTS ALLUSIONS!!!!! I LOVE OWEN WILSON!!!!!)
The newsies just stared at him.
"What?'' he asked.
"Who youse callin a lady?" Blink said defensively. I don't see Davey around here...
"It's just...an expression...we have out West," I said covering up John's "funny" comment. After the boys returned to their conversation I looked over at John and we exchanged a little laugh. We both love Shanghi Knights.
After we were done eating (me and John that is, no one else really ate much), Jack got up. The others, following suit, stood up and threw done a few cents paying for their food. I dug around in my pockets for money, when I remembered that I had Race's pants on. I looked at John.
"John," I whispered fervently. "Do ya got any money?" I whispered, trying not to be noticed. Unfortunalty, Jack had been waiting for me to exit the booth before moving on out the door.
"C'mon, Kristin," my brother replied. "Have you EVER known me to have money on me, or at all for that matter?"
"I guess not," I answered trying to think of something. Shit. No money with me, the owner's gonna make me wash dishes till I pay it off.
"Hey, s'there somthin wrong?" Jack asked looking from me to my brother.
"Um. . ." I started.
"yeah!" brother piped in. "Uh, we kinda left our money back at that house- thingy. Could we borrow some?" Ah, good 'ol John, the best beggar there ever was (I mean is. . .).
"Shua," said Jack, tossing John a dime. I could tell they thought we'd never pay them back, but the other newsies chipped in a couple of cents until 20 cents lay on the table.
We walked outside and back towards the lodging house.
"Here, lemme go get your money," I said.
"no, it's ok, ya don't hafta," Jack replied, trying to act gentlemanly, but too late. I was already running up the stairs to the bunkroom.
I found my bag. I sat down on the bunk and took a quick look around me-no one there. I unzipped by navy blue backpack and took a quick inventory of what I had thought to bring with me to New York. Amazingly, since my trip to Europe, I had learned to pack lighter than I used to when I was little. I dug around searching for some money. I always hide it in about a bazillion places, so it shouldn't be that hard to find.
"Eureka!" I exclaimed as I found my pink zipper-holder-thingy-mabober. I opened it and dug out two dimes, then, changed my mind and got a dime and ten pennies, since the boys split the tab. I looked down at the money in my hand. Yup, 10 Abe Lincoln's and 1 of that other guy who's on the dime.
Wait, wait, wait just one second. 2003 money is bound to be different from 1899 money!! I was worried that all the money I had brought would be worthless and that I really WOULD be broke. But as I took the coins out of my bag, something strange started to happen. The faces of the coins started to morph. The date that said "2002" changed slowly into "1899". I blinked and looked again. By then the metamorphosis had ceased and what lay in my hands now was unmistakably money from 1899!
"holy. shit." I starred at my hand. I heard footsteps climbing the stairs behind me.
"Kristin," John said. "c'mon! I don't like being around those weirdos by myself. They might just try to rape me,"
"In your dreams," I retaliated as I started down the stairs.
Please please please Review! Then I'll have a reason to come out of this cupboard! Thanks a lot!
~Brownie