Shoutouts!
Kid Blink's Dreamer: Hey, it's every newsie for himself.
Unknown-Dreams: AMEN sista'!
kaitins: A new reviewer! -throws party-
Slightly: What're you doing?
...Throwing a...party...?
Slightly: Well, stop.
-pouts- Fine.
Margie Driscoll: -sob- I know! I liked Dice! But I had to kill him. Otherwise, the story wouldn't have progressed.
sheepshead-jockey-4: Another new reviewer! -throws party-
Slightly: Don't you listen at all?
ShortAtntionSpaz: -GASP- You didn't review! Aha. How many times have I been guilty of that?
Slightly: One thousand two hundred ninety-four.
...Shut up, Slightly.
Nosilla: Don't even worry about it, Nozzy. I suck at Math. 2+2PHISH!
Pancakes: Yay!
"Rise and shine, Boomerang!" Two-Bits called, shaking Boomer's unmoving shoulder. Boomer let out a loud, "get-away-from-me, I'm-sleeping" groan and refused to roll over. "Boomer, get up right now! It's time to sell!"
Boomerang heaved a sigh and rolled over to glare at Two-Bits. "What the heck are you doing up this early?" she demanded. Two-Bits rolled her eyes and pointed to Kloppman, who was yelling at Boots to get up. The poor boy was having trouble.
"It's time to go selling. I need to do something today. And I have a feeling it involves getting out of bed and moving," Two-Bits explained. "So, let's go!"
Boomerang rolled out of bed, dragging half the blankets down with her, and landed on the floor with a thud! "You're one of those morning-happy people, aren't you?" she muttered.
"Have been since the day I was born!" Two-Bits exclaimed proudly, half-skipping off to the sinks. She began to brush her teeth, thoroughly.
"I hate morning people," Boomer breathed.
"What're youse so happy about?" Racetrack grumbled, standing in front of the sink opposite Two-Bits.
"I've lived another day," she said seriously. Racetrack didn't reply; he didn't know how to. "And I like to sell! I like to get out in the world!"
"Well, I'd say it's a good thing. It would be hard to be a newsie if you didn't like to get out in the world," Racetrack replied.
"No kidding."
"How long have you been a newsie?" Boomerang asked, watching as Two-Bits sold yet another paper. She had almost sold all fifty of her papers.
"Since I was five. Dice took me in and raised me on the streets of New York. I know The Bronx like the back of my hand." She winced at the name 'Dice.' "Anyway, I just put on my 'angel face' and sell a few papes."
"Angel face, huh?" Boomerang said, skeptically. Two-Bits nodded.
"The blonde hair and big blue eyes helps," she added, twirling a strand of sunny-blonde hair. "I just keep clean, and people think I'm a lot younger than I really am." An elderly couple walked by and she called, "S'cuse me, ma'am. Would you like to buy a paper?" She widened her eyes and gave a charming smile. The old woman smiled back and accepted the paper, dropping a penny into her hand.
"Thank you very much!" she chirped, and turned away from the couple. "See?" Boomerang glared at her.
"I'm not selling with you anymore," she mumbled. Two-Bits laughed.
"C'mon. Just try it," she encouraged. Boomerang raised an eyebrow at her.
"Do you really think that I could pull of an angel face?" she asked. Two-Bits paused to take in Boomerang's slouched shoulders and "let the whole world drop dead" attitude.
"No."
"Thought not," she said with a smirk.
"Well, look who the new goil is."
