looks anxiously at the clock
Door opens. In walk 3 muses.
WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU THREE BEEN?
Muse 1: Vacation
Muse 2: Hawaii is very beautiful this time of year…
YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR ALMOST A YEAR NOW!
Muse 3: Well, Hawaii, as it turns out, is beautiful almost all year round.
Muse 2: This is true.
Do you realize that I've been without inspiration for so long! Look at those poor boys-
opens up cupboard-under-the-stairs and motions to newsies sitting and staring off into space
Spot: THE LIGHT! AH! It burns!
Mush: WOW! PEOPLE!
Race: Well, hello. blinks How are you doing today?
Jack: Is it time for a shower? I feel gross.
Muse 1: Wow…looks like we got a lotta work to do.
A LOT OF CLEANING UP MORE LIKE! AHHHHHH! Well, whatever the reason…I'm back! WoOt WoOt! does a Scottish jig
God. It feels SO good to be writing again. I HATE SCHOOL! pummels teachers with evil looks Why must they ruin life?
Good news is that me and my friend's Newsies club-Newsies Fanatics Anonymous-is finally up and running this year! YAY! Now everyone at school knows just how obsessed we are. (Whether this is good or bad… I'll let you decide).
I'm still going to be rather slow…since AP EXAMS ARE IN THREE WEEKS breathes into a bag until hyperventilation ceases and my Dry Run is in TWO WEEKS repeats aforementioned process and my FINAL PRESENTATION FOR MY BIG ASS CLS PROJECT IS IN A MONTH! rinse and repeat
Calms down a bit.
Roight-on with the story. No…WAIT! SHOUT OUTS! DUN DUN DUN DA!
Sapphy-
Hope you still are reading my stories. I know I've been a very very bad fanficcer…
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THAT'S ALL FOLKS! ON WITH THE STORY!
I looked over at my brother who was eyeing Spot mischievously. Before I knew it John opened his mouth and whispered to me,
"Dude, that cane pimpin'!"
GRRRRRR! Ok, JOHN! We live in WEST COUNTY, not the WEST SIDE! Not that I have any problem with anyone from either of those places, it's just stupid to here my brother and his group of 13-14 year old, white, low-middle to middle-upper class of jocks, class clowns and pretty boys talk like they are 21 years old from down town New York and part of a gang. (Not that there's a problem with that-it's just funny to hear it coming out of MY brother's mouth!)
Upon hearing this foreign expression emitting from my brother's tongue, Spot spun around and glared at my brother.
"What'd youse say?" He asked looking at my brother, pretty much challenging him to repeat whatever he had said earlier.
"I said, 'your cane is pimpin'" John repeated, speaking a little slower as though Spot were stupid.
"What's 'dat supposed ta mean?" Spot asked, leaning in menacingly towards John.
"Spot, Spot, Spot," John said, shaking his head disappointed. "My dear friend. A man of your…power surely should know what pimpin' means?"
Spot shook his head.
"Tsk tsk," John said. "Here man, let me tell you what pimpin' means."
I starred, wide eyed with my mouth on the floor as my BROTHER proceeding to take SPOT CONLON aside and explain to him what 'pimpin' 'bling-bling' 'playa' 'ghetto' and 'popo' meant.
Jack and Race looked at me bewildered. I know if I was confused, they SURE were too.
"What is 'pimp-in' mean?" Race whispered to me. I rolled my eyes. As Spot and John were still conversing what I could only guess was more gangster talk, I took a deep breath.
"Ok!" I started. I grabbed Jack and Race and pulled them towards me. "Playa means to be romantically involved with more than one person at a time, bling-bling would be 'to shine like diamonds', er… popo is another name for the police, which is amusing because in German it means 'butt butt' but anyways . . ." I continued similarly until I was fully convinced that I had confused them even more. Oh well-the mind of a newsboy can only handle so much. . .
Spot and John grinned and laughed together-which was weird because they were acting all 'male bonding' like, not the way I would describe the relationship between John and ANYONE even closely related to anything that has to do with newsies, much less Spot Conlon-the King of Brooklyn himself. This was NOT turning out like I had planned.
"John," I asked plainly. We were walking back towards Manhattan, and John and I had dropped back behind the rest of the group. "What…what was that about?"
He smiled his goofy prankster grin and said, "Just trying to be friendly sis."
Sure.
But I knew how to counter this cheeky 'I'm innocently trying to fit in to 1899 society and at the same time confuse your beloved newsies' spiel.
"So…" I said. "I guess this means you don't hate the newsies anymore."
"I never said I hated them," he countered. He looked at me. "Well…" but he didn't even have to finish.
We both started cracking up. I swear, sometimes I hate that child, but other times I think he should be hosting SNL.
"It's not like I'm going to alter the course of history," John explained.
"We don't know that for sure John…"
John sighed. "Newsies is a movie Kristin. Remember? You told me that they didn't even win the strike in 1899! If they didn't win then in real life, and they did here, how could WE screw it up if it already isn't really history?"
Though he didn't really make sense, I understood. He was probably right! I was in the movie-history, not REAL history. Still, I didn't want to think that what was happening wasn't real.
We arrived back at the Lodging House. It was getting late, and the walk back from Brooklyn was more tiring than I imagined. Nothing like going back in time to make you appreciate all you have in life. Or all you don't have, (namely HOT NEWSBOYS!)
But anyway…
Jack was the one who approached me. I saw him eyeing me from across the room, where he was talking with Racetrack and Boots. I tried not to stare, but couldn't help thinking they were talking about me. I wonder why?
After a while, they dispersed and Jack advanced towards me. I suddenly became very preoccupied with fixing the pillow on the bed I was sitting on.
"Hey, Kristin?" Jack initiated, "It's Friday, and me and da boys normally go to a show or somethin', so wese was wonderin if you and yer bruddah wanted to come along?"
That's sweet of them.
"I dunno, I'll ask John if he wants to," I replied. "I'll be right back."
I left Jack in the bunkroom in search for my brother. I finally found him downstairs in the sort of living-type-room where there were a couple of couches and a table. He was playing cards with Crutchy and Blink. Poker actually it seemed.
"I win again boys!" He called. This startled me because, for one, John was PLAYING CARDS with newsies, and number two…John never has any money!
"What the…" I began, but then really looked down at the game. They weren't even using money, but instead pieces of cloth and buttons and stuff like that. I grinned.
"How's the game boys?" I asked.
John looked up.
"Oh…uh…heh…Hey Kristin!" He replied.
I looked at John. Then at the card game. He grinned.
"What did you do?" I asked fiercely.
"ME?" John reacted. "what? Why do you ALWAYS think I'm doing something wrong?"
I looked at him. There didn't seem to be anything wrong.
"Sorry, I just…you know! You always look so guilty!"
He snorted. "You sound like dad!"
John and I both shuddered.
"So anyway," I got to the point. "Jack asked me if we want to go to a show or something like that tonight." I pulled him closer to me and whispered, "Remember the singing lady in the movie?"
"oh yeah, Elvis's girlfriend?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, that one. Remember?"
"Yeah, I guess. The whole singing show thing. I get it." He turned back to his game of cards.
"So…do you wanna go?" I asked.
"Sure."
WHAT? John. My brother John. Agreeing to go to a show where he KNEW that there would be singing there! Wow.
I sighed. I was tired. And I really didn't think that I had the heart to watch Racetrack drool over Medda like some sick puppy dog.
"Ok, do you think it's ok if I don't go?" I asked John.
He looked at me as though I were crazy, "What? Don't you want to…"
Insane? Yes. But I was tired, like I said. But John was cool with going without me. I returned back to the bunkroom and found Jack in the washroom, shaving his non-existent beard. Of all things…
"Hey Jack," I said. "My brother says he'd love ta go, but I don't think I'm up for it tonight."
"Suit yerself," he responded. "It's a pretty good show."
I smiled. I only knew too well.
Muhwahahahahahah!
I'm rationing my postings-only a little at a time. I actually have 2 other chapters written,
but because of the upcoming CRAZYNESS I think its better to save some.
Mush: Dat's very smart of youse!
Harry Potter: Oh yes! Quite brilliant actually!
Sorry Harry-back into the cupboard for you! I can't have all my characters running around unchecked! It would be chaos! UTTER CHAOS!
I leave you now with some quotes.
"Lunch is not the place to discuss your sexual orientation." Laura
"I think I like Hitler better. pause OH MY GOD! I cannot believe I just said that!" Me
Me: "What happens if you mark on the page that says "Do Not Mark"?"
Miss Kelemen: "We shoot you."
Tschus!
Brownie