wow, im getting really into this story. im not obsessed with Newsies. ill use emilys word:im devoted (twitch)
Cakes- yes, im updating soon, its updating too soon that seems to be an issue...dont think i have no life or anything like that. of course i have a life...
Garen Ruy Maxwell-you just want to read my chapters before thy're posted! but you cant fool me! i shall simply continue with my typos, so there! fwahahahahahahahaha. yes, im more than a bit hyper today...not evil, thats good, thats what i was aiming for, glad you like it
elleestJenn-you spelled Mustang with a d...just thaought id point that out, cause i thought it said mustard, and i was like "dutchy, kid blink, and mustard, what story have you been reading?" but twas just a typo...no mustard...
my next story will be about mustard! no...it wont...
Mustang awoke to the sound of many feet above her. The newsies were awake and going to get their papers, and she planned to join them. Well, if Kloppman thought it was ok. She knew Dutchy wouldn't like it, but he'd get over it. She rooted through her bag until she found a brush and quickly brushed out the mess on top of her head to reveal something that resembled long, dirty blonde hair. She grabbed a broken shoe lace, tied a loose pony tail, piled it on top of her head and put her hat on over it. She stuffed her feet into clean, well...cleaner, socks and then her muddy brown leather boots. She gave the toy horse a quick kiss while spinning in a circle and set it down on her pillow and opened her door. A river of Manhattan newsies greeted her as they rushed passed. She looked to Kloppman who was waving from behind his desk. He saw her, considered for a moment, then nodded. With a joyful squeal, she ran forward and joined the excited wave of boys. She spotted Dutchy and linked her arm through his. He was suprised, then a bit worried, but fianlly smiled.
"Ready to sell some papes?"
"Oh no, I'd much rather go back to bed," she laughed, "if it means getting outside, I'm ready for anything. Oh! Wait." She made a u-turn and gave a shrill whistle. As she ran around the side of the building, Cowgirl pranced happily up and down the fence line. Mustang grabbed her brible fashioned from soft rode and fitted it over her ears. In a fluid motion she swung herself onto the horse's sun warmed back. "Wanna ride?"
"Sure, just as long as you promise she won't kill me on anything." Mustang just alughed. Dutchy stood on the top rail of the fence and carefully swung a leg over.
"Hold on tight! I haven't ridden for too long and intend to make up for lost time. Plus we've got newsies to catch up with." He held around her waist as she wheeled Cowgirl in a tight circle to face the fence.
"Please tell me you're joking."
"I wouldn't joke about some thing like this. Just hold on, you'll be fine." He held on tighter and buried his face in her back as Cowgirl took off at a gallop and sailed over the fence. He had to admit to himslef that although it was terrifying, using the streets of New York as a racetrack was quite exhilerating. She slowed to a walk as they reached the distribution office. Mustang fully intended to ride up to to the window and recieve her papers on top of her horse. Unfortunately, Cowgirl refused to step onto the ramp. "You're gonna hafta get down." He slid down rather clumsily, took a few steps back, and fell to laughter from the others. Mustang smiled, swung her right leg over Cowgirl's neck and hopped down gracefully. She helped Dutchy up and stroked her horse's nose. "You stay here love, just for a minute," she whispered and joined the line. There was a disruption at the window that caused everyone to fall silent in hope of hearing what was going on. There was a good amount of yelling as Kid Blink backed away with his papers, smiling broadly.
"You'll pay for that!"was heard from one of the Delanceys, but ignored. As he passed her, she kept her eyes down, remembering what Dutchy had said.
"Hey Mustang, can I talk to yeh?" She hesitated, but followed him away from the line. "I didn't want to say this in front of Dutchy, I know he's protective of you," she couldn't help but smile, "I'm going down ta the harbor, wanna come sell with me?" THis was a difficult question. Yes, she wanted very much to go with him. Then again, Dutchy would be upset. She didn't want to say she was selling with him, because she liked Blink, even if in reality she hated him.
"No, I haven't sold in awhile. I wanna get used to it by mayslef first. Maybe tomorrow or something." He nodded and placed his papers on his shoulder. He tipped his hat and headed off, whistling to himself. Mustang went back over to where Dutchy stood in line, placed an elbow on his shoulder, and used him as a sort of make shift arm rest.(emily knows what im talking about)
"You ok? He didn't say anything bad to you, did he?" She smiled and shook her head, happy to have a friend who cared so much. With a sigh, she leaned her head against his, thinking. She snapped back to reality ata cry of "Next!" She bought 50 papes, mounted Cowgirl, nad much to the displeasure of Dutchy, set off to sell alone. She discovered that many people pityed a girlforced to sell papers and she sold out in two hours. Not wanting to return to the confines of the dreary lodging house, she began to wander around Central Park. She was staring up at a tree, laying back on Cowgirl who was grazing when she heard a yell. She sat up, gathered the reins and glanced around until she spotted movement.
Down an alley she found the Delanceys soaking some unfortunate victim. She urged the already excited horse down toward them and got them away from whoever it was. One of them grabbed at her ankle, but she pulled away and managed to kick him in the face. Cowgirl reared up and gave them both slightly more forceful kicks. The stumbled away, yelling something foul.
ok, im happy with that. the next chapter however, is going to be my favorite for this entire story, atleast i think so. unless i stumble upon some more brilliant ideas. the more you review, the sooner i update! actually, no, ill probably update tomorrow regardless...