Hey everyone! This is pretty short chappie, sorry, I didn't really want this one longer. The next one will be longer. LOL. Anyway, R&R!
Chapter 7
Jenna's long red hair flowed down around her shoulders to about her elbows. The glorious sunshine made it glisten and brought out her tender features. The boys had never noticed her shining blue eyes and definite cheekbones. Her face no longer seemed tough but soft and flawless. Her hair framed her torso, cupping around her profile and curling slightly at the ends. The boys were in awe and shock; the thought of her being a girl had never entered their minds, she fought the Delancys and talked tough just like the rest of them. She was beautiful; there was no doubt about that. Most of the newsies gasped, all except three who could only stare. Racetrack just stared up at her, his eyes fogged over as if in a daze. All he could do was look up and down her body continuously. She was so beautiful but at the same time she was tough, someone who could stand on her own. Mush also seemed to be in a trance. She was gorgeous, a pure vision. The last newsie to just stare was none other than Spot Conlon. The boy was intoxicated by her dazzling red hair and energetic blue eyes.
"Who are you?" Les asked, finally breaking the silence. Jenna was too stunned to answer but only turned slowly to look at Jack, fear evident in every muscle of her body.
"It's a good question, Toothpick, who are you?" Jack repeated smugly.
"M-my name is Jenna," she replied.
"Jenna?" Jack asked.
"Jenna Thomas," she confirmed with a nod.
"Whatcha doin' here, Jenna?" he demanded, not with a harsh tone but with a tone that almost made Jenna think of fear.
"I'm tryin' to earn money for me mudda, she's dyin', plus, after she dies I'll have ta do somethin' for money, why not be a newsie?" she asked.
"Why dress up like a guy?" Davey asked.
"I ain't gonna have no boys thinkin' I can't watch out for myself just because I'm a goil. I assume I made my point," she said, turning to look at the rest of the newsies as they all nodded. "So, can I stay?" She turned back around to stare into Jack's eyes. A grin started to form on his lips as he looked at the rest of the newsies.
"What do ya think, boys?" he asked.
"I think she earned a place as a newsie whether she's a boy or not!" Snipeshooter cried as the rest of the newsies echoed agreements.
"All right, Toothpick, congratulations on bein' the foist goil newsie," Jack announced as the rest of the newsies cheered. Her face turned as red as her hair as she smiled with pride upon her new domain. Now there was nothing holding her back; the boys accepted her and she didn't have to hide anything anymore. She could maintain her boyish attitude, chew on toothpicks, gamble, and still have people know the truth. She bent over, scooped up her hat, and placed it on her head, but this time she left the hair out.