dances into room with a big cup of Mountain Dew and bag of chocolate chips Heyo everyone! Welcome back to my story! I'm rather bored today because I have to do my stupid homework for wretched school! Someone just knock me out! Just hit me in the face! giggles I love 'What About Bob?'! It's a funny movie that you all have to see! glares darkly at readers and point accusingly If you don't, no chocolate covered newsies for two months. crosses arms I'm not kidding! Ok, cue Dutchy!
DUTCHY: Jockey doesn't own Newsies, Hawk, or any of the other girls. She only owns herself and Tripper.
Thank you, you hottie! pinches Dutchy's blushing cheek Cue Blinky!
BLINK: Heah are da shout outs from chaptah six:
Hawk Kelly hands her a full bag of chocolate covered Races Glad that I did you proud on your girl. I hope you like this chappy since it has to do with Hawk too. I rather like it! I can just picture the whole thing. giggles stupidly Oh, you;ll find out what I mean in bit. Hehe :O)
Shooter O'Brien giggles insanely You can eat him if you want because I have a whole box of back up chocolate Blinks. opens canister to show Shooter Here, hands her a big bag have a bag of assorted newsies. Enjoy! The mystery over Dover's race is figured out today! Oh, and just for you, Blinky here is doing the reviews.
BLINK: moves sexily over to Shooter and give her his famous smile Hey dere sweet heart. Wanna have some fun?
smacks Blink over the head wait till the reviews are finished!
BLINK: mutters angrily at Jockey and rubs his head before turning back to the duty at hand
YellowGuitarPick817 You're welcome girly! giggles I loved writing her! Here, have some chocolate covered newsies.eats some herself and huggles Yellow
Aier of Mirkwood You're crazy and I love you for it! I loved reading the email you sent me! I nearly died laughing! You rock! I'm glad that you are enjoying the story. Keep reading cause your girl will be in several of the near future chappys! huggles Aier and hands her a bag of chocolate newsies
mistymixfox Heya goil! I love talking to ya online! It is so fun! So, as a reward, I have a gift for you...pulls out a big box with a gigantic bow out pops a shirtless Spot
SPOT: Heya goigous. sexily saunters over to Misty and dips her
Awwww...so cute! giggles Ok, Blink, go have fun with Shooter.
Read and enjoy all my little minors! Mwahhhahahahaha!
For love, life, liberty, and chocolate covered newsies,
Jockey: over and out
Chapter Seven
Tibby's customers were visibly divided. Near the front of the store sat the well to do businessmen and their families. They were poised and polite in their conversation and manners. These families are the models that every family hoped to be with "perfect," seen but not heard children.
The peaceful, perfect table conversation was interrupted from the back of the café. The whole family turned to stare in mortification at the loud, brash boys lounging on the chairs and booths. They are what all children dream of being: free from discipline. No one tells them to sit up straight or to chew with them mouths closed or to swallow before speaking.
These boys are a mother's worst nightmare. Covered from head to toe with dirt. Patches covered the many holes in their baggy cloths. Most of them went barefooted or in boots that were falling apart. The clothes on the smaller boys were at least three sizes too big. The older boys were dressed in mismatched cloths. Some looking like they had been stolen from some wealthy gentleman; some looked like they should be in the garbage. The thing that mortified the mothers the worst was the table manners. The boys weren't silent. They didn't speak only when spoken too. Food was not chewed and swallowed before speaking.
These little and big trouble makers were Manhattan's newsies, the bane of every respectable resident of New York, but the secret idol of every young child. These boys grew up before their time. The stress of life on the streets weighed heavily on their shoulders, even the ones who were much too young to be burdened with that much pressure.
The headlines had been especially bad that day. Even Jack had nearly twenty papers left over. Though even the happiest of the group was glum, they were able to still have a good time together. A filled belly always helps a person to see the bright spots of even the darkest day.
Snipes sat with his two best pals, Itey and Les. He was upset because his older sister had dumped him on her first day here to go off with her old friend. Having nothing else to take his annoyance out on, he stabbed the piece of chicken sitting on his plate with his fork.
"Take it easy, Snipes. Da chicken's already dead." Itey grinned at his gloomy friend. "Ya knows dat its yer own fault dat she left, right?"
"Yeah, but she dinna need ta leave. I's was jest havin' some fun. She's gots da hottest tempah I've evah known!"
"Don't let her heah youse say dat, 'cause here she comes."
The laughter and chatter of the six girls who walked through Tibby's door drowned the small bell above it. Looks of mortification crossed several of the older matrons' faces when they saw the outfits worn by Hawk, Kitten, and Sweeps. Proper ladies didn't wear pants and shirts; they wore nice frilly blouses and skirts.
The still laughing girls totally ignored the looks sent their way as they weaved in and out of the tables toward the back.
"It was hilarious, Sweeps! Trippah was getting so excited ovah da race wit Dovah. An' we's was all screamin' da beast on. Den above da noise, we's heah dis scream: 'Come on, Dovah! Move ya bloomin' arse!' An' would youse believe dat it actually seemed ta back da stupid steed go fastah and win? We 'bout nearly died from laughin' at her! Several older women who were standin' besides us fainted at da tought of a lady swearin' an' usin' a voice loudah den a whispah."
Tripper blushed a bright pink as Hawk elaborated on her embarrassing moment during the race to Sweeps. She blushed even more as several loud guffaws with male decibels joined in with the girlish laughter at the story.
"Looks like youse gots anudder fan of da tracks, Race" Jack laughed and slapped Racetrack's back good-naturedly.
"Great! Now I'se gots two kids ta babysit an' keep outa trouble!" Race's moody mutterings was accompanied by a dark scowl. He had lost money on that race because of Dover winning against Sunshine.
Tripper's embarrassment immediately was replaced by indignation as she joined a furious Hawk in front of a visibly shaken Racetrack.
"Who youse callin' 'kids,' Shorty?" Both girls stood, hands on their hips, and eyes sending death glares at him. If looks could maim, he'd be bleeding to death from many deep wounds.
Race jumped to his feet, face red and eyes blazing as he came face to face with Hawk.
"Who youse callin' 'Shorty', Pipsqueak?"
Now, Hawk wasn't as short as some of the other girls, but she was short enough to be taken advantage of and to be offended when made fun of because of her height. The hair on the back of her neck bristled with anger as bright fire sparked in her hazel eyes.
With full intent of causing trouble, Hawk shoved Race out of her face. And right into Skittery who was holding a bowl of ice cream. Skitt's arm went up and the bowl came down right on Race's little brunette head.
Silence swept over the group as they all gasped at the hilarious sight of vanilla ice cream melting down Race's gaping face. A snort sounded from the back of the group. Every eye turned to stare at a purple-faced Hawk. Race wiped melted cream out of his eyes before slowly meandering up to Hawk.
"Youse tinks dis is funny, Pipsqueak?"
Hawk covered her mouth and nose with her hand before shaking her head as a negative. Mirth made her eyes sparkle with merriment and tears as she tried to hold it in. Another snort escaped her, and then she lost it completely.
"Yes! Yes, I'se tink's it's da most hilarious ting I've evah seed beforah!" Her laughter was loud and infectious to everyone else's pent up mirth.
Tripper couldn't help it anymore. She let out a merry laugh that was so musical that it got the attention of everyone in the restaurant. One by one, the girls joined their gasping friends. The boys could only look helplessly between the laughing Hawk and the smoldering Race. They knew that if they even cracked a smile in Race's presence, they would all be soar the next day.
Finally, Hawk got herself under control. With tears of mirth still rolling down her cheeks, she held a shaky hand out to Race as a truce.
Race eyed the hand before tentatively clasping with his own. In one swift motion, Hawk was pinned against his body and had cold clam chowder dumped on her head and down the front of her shirt.
The girls let out a gasp as the boys let out their whoops and laughter. Race crowed like he had just won a million dollars at the tracks. And poor Hawk stood there fuming at the boy dancing around in a circle.
This didn't last long as a smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. Then, it spread to the rest of her mouth, breaking the scowl and murderous glare on her face. Soon, she joined right in with the boys in laughing over the whole situation.
Race held out a good-natured hand toward Hawk who readily accepted it.
"Truce?" Race asked with a hopeful look in his eye.
"Truce," Hawk agreed, "for da moment." A mischievous look crept into her eyes and joined the impish grin that had already taken residence on her face.
A nervous glance around the circle showed all six girls wore the same expression. This was a look of pure evil to the boys who all gulped simultaneously.
"Let's eat!" This came from Sweeps who was extremely hungry after cleaning chimneys all morning. And, just like that, the evil look disappeared and angelic smiles graced the empty place on the girls' faces. Quietly, the six of them took an empty booth that was off to the side, away from everyone else. Now, even the toughest boy was nervous. When girls sit together all alone, it means some wicked plan for female domination and male servitude is certainly being hatched.
Gotta go! Hope you all enjoyed! Review REVIEW! I'll give you cookies and chocolate newsies! first reviewer gets to pick who does shoutouts!
Jockey: over and out