Alright I'm stuck at my mom's office with her laptop bored
out of my mind so I'm writing. Not like Writing is a last resort because I love
it. I just prefer to write at my own computer. Ok anyway school starts in like
umm like 5 or 4 days.
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Sapphy:
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Alright people I was reading a story today and the author said that only 40% of
readers review. We need to increase that percentage and we can start here.
Review or no soda for you; people who don't review when they read will get the
'Giant Portable Blow up Squeaky Hammer of Death' upon them. I'd like to say one
more thing to those people that know me in person because you told me you read
it. I no longer had a crush on Adam when I started this story. I just used the
name because I planned on changing it later and then I forgot and posted it.
Yes thank you for letting me clear that up. On to the story!
Chapter 7
I stopped for a moment and let
things process all I needed was one connection to figure out if the book was
out yet. Think, think, think, think. Teddy ! That was it. Teddy bear's were named after Teddy
Roosevelt and he was the Governor of New York during the strike. If it was the
fall of 1899 then the strike was just this summer and he was still Governor
meaning that he hadn't been president yet. So Teddy Bear's had not been named
after him at this point of time and since Peter Pan had a Teddy Bear named
Teddy then Peter Pan had not yet been released.
"Who's Peter Pan?"
The boy repeated.
"I am," I replied
crowing and waving Riley's cane like a sword.
"No I am," John
replied reaching up to try and grab the cane for me. "Ya
little cod-fish"
"No I am; you're Captain
Hook,"
"No Julie I wanna Peter Pan today," he replied getting up on his tippy toes.
"Ya
sure you wanna Peter Pan," I replied lowering
the cane a little. "I mean he was a whinny little boy with issues." I
was of course referring to the character from the book not the movie. Disney
completely screwed that movie over. The movie was so off from the book it
wasn't funny. The plot was right.....for the most, but the characters were all
wrong.
"I don't care whose Petah Pan taday,"
Riley said taking the cane from me.
I growled but let it slide. I
didn't really want to pick a fight with Rile today. John was not going to be so
lenient to the older more powerful boy.
"Spot I need that,"
John replied jumping up next to Riley who was holding the cane above his head.
"But I need it."
"Julie control de
boy," Riley said looking over at me.
"Hey don't look at
me," I replied raising my hands to my shoulders in a shrug. "You're
the one who took his sword away."
"His swoid? It's me cane."
"Eh you'll be fine for a
few minutes with out it," I replied not in the mood for sympathy for
Riley.
Riley didn't like being talked
to in front of his boys. I smiled back at the glare he shot at me. Oh, wow, was
that a mistake I got a vicious glare from that. I didn't like it when he glared
at me like that. The idiot boy, it was probably his fault I was here. I
hesitated before reacting and that was a mistake. He saw ill comfort in my eyes
and I knew it by the beginning of a smirk on the sides of his mouth.
"John, leave him alone.
We need to go anyway," I said walking towards John and Riley.
"Go home to mommy
Julie?" John asked letting me pick him up.
"No John not home we just
need to go." I replied through my teeth. It's hard to tell a cute little
boy that he can't go home to his mom, and even worse you can't tell him why.
I walked down the dock away
from Riley and the newises
with several of them that were in the way parting for me. I felt like Moses
parting the sea of newsies. Anyway I carried John back to the LH and met
Mrs. Konell at the desk. She showed us up stairs to
the bunk room.
The room was filled with girls
doing an assortment of playing poker, talking, and getting ready for bed. Mrs. Konell didn't announce my presence, but merely started
gathering the things I was going to need. She set up my stuff and the other
girls didn't even notice me. Mrs. Konell placed the
blankets by a bunk I had to presume was mine and smiled before going
downstairs.
I quickly got John ready for
bed and wondered how I was going to get him to go to bed with this noise. To
make the matters worse he didn't have Teddy. Teddy was his teddy bear like
Peter Pan's Teddy; except that John named his before he knew Peter Pan had a
teddy bear named Teddy.
"Julie I don't wanna sleep here. I want to go home to mommy," John
whined as I set him down on small pile of blankets by my bunk.
"I know John, but we
can't now. Don't worry we will soon," I said hoping I was telling the
truth.
"Julie
why can't we go home now?" John asked quietly yawning. He didn't
understand I didn't know how to explain it to him. This was way too
complicated, and I was getting a headache.
A feeling set in and a fit of
nausea set in. I moaned quietly and sat down for a moment. I knew what it was
it was hunger. This was my usual hunger signs. I hadn't eaten since that little
bit of food David had given me at lunch. The hunger thing did not go with the
going back in time thing.
All I needed was some water I
would be able to ignore the hunger till the morning. I wandered over to the
washroom and found some drinkable water with John shadowing me. The water
helped a little, well enough to keep me going. I could do this.
I started walking towards my
bunk and my foot connected with something or someone and before I knew it my
back was connecting with a flimsy table that broke on contact. Yeah looking up
from my spot on the floor I saw 6 very large girls. Or at least from position I
was in having just broken their poker table they seemed huge.
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