A/N: Back to updating the story! Gesee, begesee, it's been about 4 months!
I would like to give credit for this story to my cuz, Angelfish. Thanks a
ton. You dah bestest. You guys who reviewed thanks! I would also like to
thank Disney for the wonderful world of newsies. Disclaimer's note is the
same ol' same ol' DN. (and if you feel that I was rude during my first
disclaimer's note, SORRY! I guess I was in a bad mood or something but hey
what can I say?!)
Chapter 2
After about fifteen minutes of a silent walk, we came upon a tall boy that looked to be about 17. He had light brown hair, hazel eyes and was wearing a cowboy hat and a red bandana around his neck. There was also a by around 17 with brown, slightly curly hair and blue eyes He also seemed to be in a cleaner set of clothing then the other boy. Another younger boy, he was around the age 10, stood next to them. He had brown hair as well, and brown eyes to go with it.
"Heya, Race how's t rollin'? I thought ya would have been at dah tracks by now. And who is dis?" the boy with the cowboy hat asked gesturing towards me with curious eyebrows.
"Dis here is Kiara Miller and she was wonderin' if she could become a newsie." Race explained. The cowboy hat wearing guy started to look me up and down. Is this some sort of test they do to new newsies to see whether they are good enough for the job or is he just looking at my curves? I just shrugged it off and waited for his answer.
"Well, Kiara the papes are probably gone by now, but I'll show ya dah ropes after lunch so ya can sell dah afternoon edition. Oh yeah and by dah way I'se Jack Kelly or Cowboy," spitting in his hand then holding it out to me as if wanting me to shake it. I looked at it for a split second and decided to do the same . "and dis here is David Jacobs and his brudder Les."
"Hi," was all the eldest of the other two said while holding out his hand to shake, as I repeated the exact same words and motions as he had. I thought that this kid was suppose to be 'dah walkin' mouth' and all he said was 'hi'? doesn't seem to be as talkative as they say.
On the other hand his younger brother was full of energy as he said his hello to me and introduced himself. I couldn't help but smile at the kid for the way he looked at Jack after he was finished shaking my hand. He looked at him as if he were superman.
"Well I'se guess I'll be on me way to dah tracks. See ya 'round." Race said while turning away from our little introduction to each other. "Bye, Race. Don't get home too late, it's pokah night." Jack shouted to him.
"Would I'se evah turn down a little pokah? 'Sides I gotta beat Spot tahnight and he still owes me two bucks! Bettah not fahget! Well, see ya latah boys. and goil," he added. Who was Spot? His name sounded familiar. Maybe Oscar or Morris mentioned something about him. Must e another newsie.
As Race left, we started to head down the street, all the while Jack, David, and Les were selling their papes . I followed them like a cat stalking a mouse and observed their technics in selling their papers. Jack seemed to know more of what he was doing, so I went up to him and asked if he could start to teach me while he sold.
"Jack? Um.do ya mind sarin' your little tips on sellin' dem papes?"
"Uh..yeah shoah. Well the first thing ya gotta know is dat headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. Tah make sellin' easier ya gotta improve the truth a little. Some use puppy faces and sad stories, it all depends on the poison."
"What do ya mean 'improve dah truth a little'?..like lyin'?"
"Well I'se wouldn't exactly call it lyin'. Ya see ya only change dah headline a little just so dat it doesn't sound to borin' and ya can sell much faster that way. Like this." He then 'perused' the headlines. Finding one that could be easily improved, which read 'MAN FOUND STANDING OVER THE EDGE OF THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE' and started to yell his improved headline. "Pulitzer was found doing suicidal attempts!" With that he sold four of his papers. "See? Now you try." He handed me a paper. I started to scan it for a headline but they all seemed so dull. When I came across a headline that stated 'MAN CAUGHT A SIX FOOT LONG FISH' I shouted "Mayor's daughter gets eaten by a shark in dah carribean!" To my surprise of the bad headline I sold tree of Jack's papes.
"Honestly, I'se didn't think that, that was dat good 'nough at imrovin' dah truth." I told Jack as Les and David started to walk toward us with only a few papes left under their arms. "I'm starving, you ga guys wanna start to walk to Tibby's?" David said when they finally got to us.
"Yeah, I'm getting' hungry too!" Les complained.
"Hold ya horses. I'se just gotta sell two more papes then I'll be done. FIRE ON SHIP! CONTAINED THE PRESIDENT HIMSELF! Thank youse, thank youse..okay now we can go." As we headed towards Tibby's , David and Les sold the last of their papes and I dodged the people in the crowded streets.
When we finally got inside Tibby's just about all of the newsies were sitting in booths and scattered at different tables. They looked like they owned the place and it was so loud in there that you couldn't even hear a stampede run through. But when they noticed that someone had entered the restaurant, they all turned and became silent when they saw us walk in. then out of no where a boy around sixteen with curly, teddy bear looking hair and soft brown eyes said "Hey, Jack. Davey. Les. Who's your new goilfriend?"
I blushed at the sound of this. Either Jack has a reputation with the ladies or this guy is just way too curious. "Oh, dis is Kiara Miller. She became a newsie startin' tahday an' no she is not me new goilfriend." Jack filled him in on who I was. The boy spit in his hand and the held it out for me to shake while saying "I'se Mush."
"Kiara." I spit in my hand just as he had.
Jack started to name off and point, while doing so, to what seemed to be about a thousand newsies but in reality it was only about twenty-eight. "This is Skittery, Kid Blink or just Blink, Bumlets, Specs, Dutchy, Boots, Snipeshooter, Snitch, Tumbler, Crutchy." that's all I could get into my brain but he still kept going on and on. It seemed like he would never stop until a waiter came by and asked for our orders.
"What would ya boys like tahday? Same as always? An' who is dis lovely young lady?" I blushed at the comment he made about me being a lady and all, I guess I just didn't get tat that often. "Oh, dis is Kiara. She's a new newsie we just recruited tahday." Explained Blink.
"Hi, I'm Murray and what can I get you to eat?" Murray was about a 20 year old young who looked like he has known the newsies since forever.
"Um.. a Cuban sandwich and a glass of water, please." I was in the mood for one and I hoped that they had one. Lucky for me they did.
"You got it." He then left and everyone started talking all at once to each other, it seemed as if I was in a circus tent it was so loud. I wonder if anyone who works here gets headaches all day. But I guess that they are used to it by now.
"So, Kiara ya got a newsie name yet?" I think someone named Skittery stated with curiousity. "No, do I need a newsie name?" Okay, what was that, of course I needed a newsie name if I was going to be a newsie. I mentally smacked myself upside my head for asking such an idiotic question.
"Well, o' course ya need a newsie name, you wouldn't be a newsie without one." Crutchy said joining the conversation. He stated this with a cocky grin and a look in his eyes that stated "duh". Great don't I feel like the dumb blonde. (I'm not trying to dis blondes, it's just a saying.)
"Oh, yeah, true." Trying harder than hard to say something back that didn't make me feel any more stupid than I already felt. Skittery started again by saying, "How 'bout Misfit?"
"Misfit.. I like it, but why did u choose that?"
"'Cause..well, it was the foist thing that pooped in my head."
"Oh, okay I guess that makes sense, sorta."
At that moment, our food came and we devoured it in no time, being as hungry as we were from selling. Even though I only sold about 4 of Jack's papes, t was still tiring walking all day. I made little conversation with Mush between mouthfuls of food and found out a lot about the strike that I hadn't known before.
Chapter 2
After about fifteen minutes of a silent walk, we came upon a tall boy that looked to be about 17. He had light brown hair, hazel eyes and was wearing a cowboy hat and a red bandana around his neck. There was also a by around 17 with brown, slightly curly hair and blue eyes He also seemed to be in a cleaner set of clothing then the other boy. Another younger boy, he was around the age 10, stood next to them. He had brown hair as well, and brown eyes to go with it.
"Heya, Race how's t rollin'? I thought ya would have been at dah tracks by now. And who is dis?" the boy with the cowboy hat asked gesturing towards me with curious eyebrows.
"Dis here is Kiara Miller and she was wonderin' if she could become a newsie." Race explained. The cowboy hat wearing guy started to look me up and down. Is this some sort of test they do to new newsies to see whether they are good enough for the job or is he just looking at my curves? I just shrugged it off and waited for his answer.
"Well, Kiara the papes are probably gone by now, but I'll show ya dah ropes after lunch so ya can sell dah afternoon edition. Oh yeah and by dah way I'se Jack Kelly or Cowboy," spitting in his hand then holding it out to me as if wanting me to shake it. I looked at it for a split second and decided to do the same . "and dis here is David Jacobs and his brudder Les."
"Hi," was all the eldest of the other two said while holding out his hand to shake, as I repeated the exact same words and motions as he had. I thought that this kid was suppose to be 'dah walkin' mouth' and all he said was 'hi'? doesn't seem to be as talkative as they say.
On the other hand his younger brother was full of energy as he said his hello to me and introduced himself. I couldn't help but smile at the kid for the way he looked at Jack after he was finished shaking my hand. He looked at him as if he were superman.
"Well I'se guess I'll be on me way to dah tracks. See ya 'round." Race said while turning away from our little introduction to each other. "Bye, Race. Don't get home too late, it's pokah night." Jack shouted to him.
"Would I'se evah turn down a little pokah? 'Sides I gotta beat Spot tahnight and he still owes me two bucks! Bettah not fahget! Well, see ya latah boys. and goil," he added. Who was Spot? His name sounded familiar. Maybe Oscar or Morris mentioned something about him. Must e another newsie.
As Race left, we started to head down the street, all the while Jack, David, and Les were selling their papes . I followed them like a cat stalking a mouse and observed their technics in selling their papers. Jack seemed to know more of what he was doing, so I went up to him and asked if he could start to teach me while he sold.
"Jack? Um.do ya mind sarin' your little tips on sellin' dem papes?"
"Uh..yeah shoah. Well the first thing ya gotta know is dat headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. Tah make sellin' easier ya gotta improve the truth a little. Some use puppy faces and sad stories, it all depends on the poison."
"What do ya mean 'improve dah truth a little'?..like lyin'?"
"Well I'se wouldn't exactly call it lyin'. Ya see ya only change dah headline a little just so dat it doesn't sound to borin' and ya can sell much faster that way. Like this." He then 'perused' the headlines. Finding one that could be easily improved, which read 'MAN FOUND STANDING OVER THE EDGE OF THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE' and started to yell his improved headline. "Pulitzer was found doing suicidal attempts!" With that he sold four of his papers. "See? Now you try." He handed me a paper. I started to scan it for a headline but they all seemed so dull. When I came across a headline that stated 'MAN CAUGHT A SIX FOOT LONG FISH' I shouted "Mayor's daughter gets eaten by a shark in dah carribean!" To my surprise of the bad headline I sold tree of Jack's papes.
"Honestly, I'se didn't think that, that was dat good 'nough at imrovin' dah truth." I told Jack as Les and David started to walk toward us with only a few papes left under their arms. "I'm starving, you ga guys wanna start to walk to Tibby's?" David said when they finally got to us.
"Yeah, I'm getting' hungry too!" Les complained.
"Hold ya horses. I'se just gotta sell two more papes then I'll be done. FIRE ON SHIP! CONTAINED THE PRESIDENT HIMSELF! Thank youse, thank youse..okay now we can go." As we headed towards Tibby's , David and Les sold the last of their papes and I dodged the people in the crowded streets.
When we finally got inside Tibby's just about all of the newsies were sitting in booths and scattered at different tables. They looked like they owned the place and it was so loud in there that you couldn't even hear a stampede run through. But when they noticed that someone had entered the restaurant, they all turned and became silent when they saw us walk in. then out of no where a boy around sixteen with curly, teddy bear looking hair and soft brown eyes said "Hey, Jack. Davey. Les. Who's your new goilfriend?"
I blushed at the sound of this. Either Jack has a reputation with the ladies or this guy is just way too curious. "Oh, dis is Kiara Miller. She became a newsie startin' tahday an' no she is not me new goilfriend." Jack filled him in on who I was. The boy spit in his hand and the held it out for me to shake while saying "I'se Mush."
"Kiara." I spit in my hand just as he had.
Jack started to name off and point, while doing so, to what seemed to be about a thousand newsies but in reality it was only about twenty-eight. "This is Skittery, Kid Blink or just Blink, Bumlets, Specs, Dutchy, Boots, Snipeshooter, Snitch, Tumbler, Crutchy." that's all I could get into my brain but he still kept going on and on. It seemed like he would never stop until a waiter came by and asked for our orders.
"What would ya boys like tahday? Same as always? An' who is dis lovely young lady?" I blushed at the comment he made about me being a lady and all, I guess I just didn't get tat that often. "Oh, dis is Kiara. She's a new newsie we just recruited tahday." Explained Blink.
"Hi, I'm Murray and what can I get you to eat?" Murray was about a 20 year old young who looked like he has known the newsies since forever.
"Um.. a Cuban sandwich and a glass of water, please." I was in the mood for one and I hoped that they had one. Lucky for me they did.
"You got it." He then left and everyone started talking all at once to each other, it seemed as if I was in a circus tent it was so loud. I wonder if anyone who works here gets headaches all day. But I guess that they are used to it by now.
"So, Kiara ya got a newsie name yet?" I think someone named Skittery stated with curiousity. "No, do I need a newsie name?" Okay, what was that, of course I needed a newsie name if I was going to be a newsie. I mentally smacked myself upside my head for asking such an idiotic question.
"Well, o' course ya need a newsie name, you wouldn't be a newsie without one." Crutchy said joining the conversation. He stated this with a cocky grin and a look in his eyes that stated "duh". Great don't I feel like the dumb blonde. (I'm not trying to dis blondes, it's just a saying.)
"Oh, yeah, true." Trying harder than hard to say something back that didn't make me feel any more stupid than I already felt. Skittery started again by saying, "How 'bout Misfit?"
"Misfit.. I like it, but why did u choose that?"
"'Cause..well, it was the foist thing that pooped in my head."
"Oh, okay I guess that makes sense, sorta."
At that moment, our food came and we devoured it in no time, being as hungry as we were from selling. Even though I only sold about 4 of Jack's papes, t was still tiring walking all day. I made little conversation with Mush between mouthfuls of food and found out a lot about the strike that I hadn't known before.