Chapter 4
I'm gonna do this now since I've forgotten, Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the Newsies, just Storm and the plot.
When Storm awoke it was to find the bunkroom being lit with the first rays of sunlight. Storm took a moment to look out the window; sunny and cool. The perfect spring day and Strom hated it. That's one reason she was given her name. She loved a good storm.
But now she looked around. The sight she saw almost made her laugh, but she just smiled. One the chair beside the bed sat Race, sound asleep with an unlit cigar in his mouth. On the bed to her right slept a fully clothed Mush. On the bed to her left laid a shirtless Spot, and from the looks of the hand hanging in her face off the side of the top of her bunk, slept Kid Blink.
Storm sat up in the bed and tossed the covers off. Her right arm didn't hurt as much as before and she felt the cut on her head, it was scabbing over. She made her way through the clothes and sticks and shoes to the washroom to she just how bad she looked.
The mirror didn't lie. He cream shirt was stained with blood and mud. Her pants were ripped on the leg from the forced fall. The cut on her forehead was about an inch or two long and not very deep. Her left eye was a little swollen and black. Her hair was mud caked and knotted.
"Well, ain't I a beauty?" Storm muttered.
She looked out the window. She had about 2 hours before the guys would be up. It gave her plenty of time to wash up, and she could always swipe some one's spare clothes.
"Storm?" a voice whispered.
"Race? Why youse up?" she asked turning to face her old friend.
He set some clothes on the sink edge. "I'se thought youse might need dese," he said smiling.
"Thanx," Storm said as he turned and walked out.
"See ya when youse done," Race said.
"See ya," Strom said and set to work bathing, washing hair and clothes, and bandaging wounds.
"Finally," Storm breathed as she walked out of the washroom to see the whole bunkroom alive and moving, somewhat slowly.
"Well, how ya been Anna?" a voice behind her asked. Strom turned to face the speaker. It was..
I'm gonna do this now since I've forgotten, Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the Newsies, just Storm and the plot.
When Storm awoke it was to find the bunkroom being lit with the first rays of sunlight. Storm took a moment to look out the window; sunny and cool. The perfect spring day and Strom hated it. That's one reason she was given her name. She loved a good storm.
But now she looked around. The sight she saw almost made her laugh, but she just smiled. One the chair beside the bed sat Race, sound asleep with an unlit cigar in his mouth. On the bed to her right slept a fully clothed Mush. On the bed to her left laid a shirtless Spot, and from the looks of the hand hanging in her face off the side of the top of her bunk, slept Kid Blink.
Storm sat up in the bed and tossed the covers off. Her right arm didn't hurt as much as before and she felt the cut on her head, it was scabbing over. She made her way through the clothes and sticks and shoes to the washroom to she just how bad she looked.
The mirror didn't lie. He cream shirt was stained with blood and mud. Her pants were ripped on the leg from the forced fall. The cut on her forehead was about an inch or two long and not very deep. Her left eye was a little swollen and black. Her hair was mud caked and knotted.
"Well, ain't I a beauty?" Storm muttered.
She looked out the window. She had about 2 hours before the guys would be up. It gave her plenty of time to wash up, and she could always swipe some one's spare clothes.
"Storm?" a voice whispered.
"Race? Why youse up?" she asked turning to face her old friend.
He set some clothes on the sink edge. "I'se thought youse might need dese," he said smiling.
"Thanx," Storm said as he turned and walked out.
"See ya when youse done," Race said.
"See ya," Strom said and set to work bathing, washing hair and clothes, and bandaging wounds.
"Finally," Storm breathed as she walked out of the washroom to see the whole bunkroom alive and moving, somewhat slowly.
"Well, how ya been Anna?" a voice behind her asked. Strom turned to face the speaker. It was..