A/N: Disney= Newsies. Newsies= a very happy me. A very happy me= a thanks
to Disney for making Newsies. Okay weird I know, but it was just another
way to do a disclaimer's note. Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Shout Outs
Angelfish~ Yep, Striker has arrived. Thanks again for proofing my story.
Tiggerbaby2430~ I'll look out for your stories if you ever do write a Newsies one. I love your little rhyming thing at the end of your review. Hehe.
Repeat~ Oh. It's ok that you're a story similar to this. I bet this sort of plot has been done many times before.
Angie~I'm glad you like my story. Yeah, I agree Spot is on of my favorite characters as well some others.
NadaZimri~ no blood related brothers? Join the club. I'm glad you thought that the David story was in your words "hysterical"!
Chapter 6
That night was a rainy one. Thunder was crashing overhead and lightning brightened the room. I love the feeling I get when it rains! It makes me want to just wrap myself up in a blanket and read. And that's exactly what I was doing, sitting in the corner of the bunkroom by the window reading a book. Race, Spot, Jack, and Mush were playing poker and smoking, laughing all the while. Tumbler, Snipeshooter, Boots and Jake were playing with some marbles that were found in Kloppman's desk. Everyone else was lounging around, on top of bunks and on the floor.
"Yay! I'se win again! Hah, in your face Jake!" Tumbler squeeled happily, basking in the fact that he had won something, twice in a row.
"Ya, ya!" was all he could say, with a smile plastered on his face. I went back to the book that I was reading. It was titled 'Antony and Cleopatra' by William Shakespeare. It was pretty interesting for a book that was lying around the Lodging House.
I over heard Jack yelling at Race for 'cheating'. "I'se wasn't cheatin'. I'se was playin' like a true pokah playah!" I couldn't help myself from giggling. Guess they heard my little giggle fit because all four of them turned their heads in my direction. I just went back to my book and pretended to read as if nothing happened.
"What's so funny?" The Brooklyn leader questioned.
"Oh, huh?"
"What didn't get dah wax outta ya ears?! I'se asked ya what's so funny!" Spot was yelling louder than expected and yet he still remained on the floor with the other boys.
"Just dah paht in dah book, dat's all," I started to try to read the book but that made me start to laugh, all the harder.
"Tragedies aren't suppose tah be funny," he said matter-of-factly. "They're suppose tah be sad."
"Well, well, well," I shut the book so that I could give him my full attention. "I'se didn't know dat YOU were a Shakespeare fan." I had to smirk at that one. The others snickered. Spot just swatted Race upside the head for doing so. "Ow".
"Am not. I'se just happen tah know dat, dat book's a tragedy." He stated starting to calm down.
"What's a Shakespeare?" Tumbler curiously pondered out loud, to no one in general.
"Shakespeare is a stupid poison (person), who wasted his life writin' 'bout crap dat nevah would happen," Spot stated before anyone could answer the little boy.
"Dat's not true! He's a pure genius!" I shot back. I can't believe he just said that! Even if Spot was just trying to keep his pride, it still didn't make it right.
"Oh," was all Tumbler could say. He then went back to playing marbles with Boots and the other boys. Spot just fought back to my response.
"Yeah, a genius in tights!" he chuckled.
"He didn't wear tights an' even if he did it would make him more of a man than YOU!" I emphasized the word 'you' to make more of an effect on the situation. Spot jumped up from where he was sitting and lunged at me with full force. Thankfully before he had reached me, I had rolled out of the way. He went flying face first to the rain-stained window.
The newsies that were playing poker, stood up to get a better view of what happened. When they did see the scene Jack and Race chuckled, while Mush and Kid Blink had shocked expressions on their faces. I was laughing hysterically. It was almost as if a bird flew right into a window, but instead it was Spot!
When he had de-plastered himself off of the window he wiped the saliva that was dripping down his mouth from the impact. He slowly, almost eerily, with a cold, hard glare in his eye, turned towards me.
The Brooklyn leader walked a few steps and bent down. His face was nearly two inches away from mine. I had slowly decreased my laughing rate and Racetrack and Jack and stopped completely. His breath was raspy from all the anger he had. " What was so funny 'bout dat?!"
"The expression on you'se face," I smirked "an' speakin' o' faces, could ya get ya's outta mine?"
"I'se could, I'se guess, but what would be dah fun o' dat?" Spot said in a mock tone.
"Fine. I'll do it meself," and with that statement made, I pushed his face away and arose from my seating position. Then I stalked over to the door as if nothing had happened.
"Bitch," I heard Spot say behind my back.
"Bastard," I said, leaving the bunkroom, I went down the stairs, and out the front door, for a nice walk in the drizzling rain.
Shout Outs
Angelfish~ Yep, Striker has arrived. Thanks again for proofing my story.
Tiggerbaby2430~ I'll look out for your stories if you ever do write a Newsies one. I love your little rhyming thing at the end of your review. Hehe.
Repeat~ Oh. It's ok that you're a story similar to this. I bet this sort of plot has been done many times before.
Angie~I'm glad you like my story. Yeah, I agree Spot is on of my favorite characters as well some others.
NadaZimri~ no blood related brothers? Join the club. I'm glad you thought that the David story was in your words "hysterical"!
Chapter 6
That night was a rainy one. Thunder was crashing overhead and lightning brightened the room. I love the feeling I get when it rains! It makes me want to just wrap myself up in a blanket and read. And that's exactly what I was doing, sitting in the corner of the bunkroom by the window reading a book. Race, Spot, Jack, and Mush were playing poker and smoking, laughing all the while. Tumbler, Snipeshooter, Boots and Jake were playing with some marbles that were found in Kloppman's desk. Everyone else was lounging around, on top of bunks and on the floor.
"Yay! I'se win again! Hah, in your face Jake!" Tumbler squeeled happily, basking in the fact that he had won something, twice in a row.
"Ya, ya!" was all he could say, with a smile plastered on his face. I went back to the book that I was reading. It was titled 'Antony and Cleopatra' by William Shakespeare. It was pretty interesting for a book that was lying around the Lodging House.
I over heard Jack yelling at Race for 'cheating'. "I'se wasn't cheatin'. I'se was playin' like a true pokah playah!" I couldn't help myself from giggling. Guess they heard my little giggle fit because all four of them turned their heads in my direction. I just went back to my book and pretended to read as if nothing happened.
"What's so funny?" The Brooklyn leader questioned.
"Oh, huh?"
"What didn't get dah wax outta ya ears?! I'se asked ya what's so funny!" Spot was yelling louder than expected and yet he still remained on the floor with the other boys.
"Just dah paht in dah book, dat's all," I started to try to read the book but that made me start to laugh, all the harder.
"Tragedies aren't suppose tah be funny," he said matter-of-factly. "They're suppose tah be sad."
"Well, well, well," I shut the book so that I could give him my full attention. "I'se didn't know dat YOU were a Shakespeare fan." I had to smirk at that one. The others snickered. Spot just swatted Race upside the head for doing so. "Ow".
"Am not. I'se just happen tah know dat, dat book's a tragedy." He stated starting to calm down.
"What's a Shakespeare?" Tumbler curiously pondered out loud, to no one in general.
"Shakespeare is a stupid poison (person), who wasted his life writin' 'bout crap dat nevah would happen," Spot stated before anyone could answer the little boy.
"Dat's not true! He's a pure genius!" I shot back. I can't believe he just said that! Even if Spot was just trying to keep his pride, it still didn't make it right.
"Oh," was all Tumbler could say. He then went back to playing marbles with Boots and the other boys. Spot just fought back to my response.
"Yeah, a genius in tights!" he chuckled.
"He didn't wear tights an' even if he did it would make him more of a man than YOU!" I emphasized the word 'you' to make more of an effect on the situation. Spot jumped up from where he was sitting and lunged at me with full force. Thankfully before he had reached me, I had rolled out of the way. He went flying face first to the rain-stained window.
The newsies that were playing poker, stood up to get a better view of what happened. When they did see the scene Jack and Race chuckled, while Mush and Kid Blink had shocked expressions on their faces. I was laughing hysterically. It was almost as if a bird flew right into a window, but instead it was Spot!
When he had de-plastered himself off of the window he wiped the saliva that was dripping down his mouth from the impact. He slowly, almost eerily, with a cold, hard glare in his eye, turned towards me.
The Brooklyn leader walked a few steps and bent down. His face was nearly two inches away from mine. I had slowly decreased my laughing rate and Racetrack and Jack and stopped completely. His breath was raspy from all the anger he had. " What was so funny 'bout dat?!"
"The expression on you'se face," I smirked "an' speakin' o' faces, could ya get ya's outta mine?"
"I'se could, I'se guess, but what would be dah fun o' dat?" Spot said in a mock tone.
"Fine. I'll do it meself," and with that statement made, I pushed his face away and arose from my seating position. Then I stalked over to the door as if nothing had happened.
"Bitch," I heard Spot say behind my back.
"Bastard," I said, leaving the bunkroom, I went down the stairs, and out the front door, for a nice walk in the drizzling rain.