Cassie's Santa Fe Adventure

- By ShoeGoil

DISCLAIMER Newsies is the property of Disney. But I am the property of myself. I know I am an interesting person, so I don't blame you for wanting to put me in your stories. Please ask for permission, so I can make sure that you are my friend, otherwise I don't want a story written about me. Um, yeah. I am also the owner of the name ShoeGoil. That is my name. Do not steal my name. I am cool cuz that is my name. Thank you. I luv you! (in a non- david/denton way, of course!)

DISCLAIMER'S DISCLAIMER So you found this story, huh? Let the author now warn the reader that the story (and the first Disclaimer) were written when the author was 16. She is now 24 (assuming it's still the year 2006).

Part 2

I woke up, but my eyes were closed, and I couldn't open them. Geeze, my head throbbed. Where was I? Slowly I became aware of my surroundings. The air felt moist, but warm, and I felt a heavy corse blanket on top of me. I was laying on a wooden bench, but my head was on a pillow.

Then I thought I must have been listening to my discman, because I heard a boy singing, "When I dream, on my own, I'm alone, but I ain't lonely." It was beautiful. Then he sang "All I need is a few more dollars, and again I'll never roam, dreams come true, yes they do, in New York, my home."

I mumered "That's not how it goes."

"Yer Alive!" He stopped sining and I felt my head move. My eyes opened, and I was staring up at the face of Christian Bale, or I guess it must have been Jack Kelly. I was laying on his lap. OHMYGAW! The first thing I thought was what I would tell all my newsies friends, like Jinx, Sparky, Mako, Water-bug, Hattie, Bee, Tuesday, Shadow, and all the others.

"Jack? Jack Kelly?" He grinned.

"I guess ya hoyd a' me, huh?" I nodded. "You must be frum around heah' den."

He helped me to sit up slowly. "Actually, I'm from California."

"Oh." He looked at me strangely. "Dere ain't too many ladies frum out dere. Dat explains yer outfit. Youse a dance hall goil, aintcha?" I took the blanket off of my legs and saw that I was wearing short jean shorts, a spaghetti strap tank top, amd red low top converse sneakers. "Yer wearing yer unda'wea'."

"This is what all my friends wear." He nodded, giving me fake empathy.

"I won't think none less a' you. But until I get ya' back on da train, yer gonna need to wear some real clothes."

"What makes you think I want to get back on the train?"

"I just figured dat youse stuck heah', and wanna go back ta' ya home."

I thought about how my family had just started a four week road trip, and I was not looking forward to sitting in the back seat with my little brother. "I am not going home yet, if ever. I want to stay with you." Jack shrugged his shoulders.

"Ya still need some clothes." He stood and offered me his arm, which I started to take, until I heard a beeping sound.

"Whut wuz dat?"

"Uh," I grinned guiltily. "Have you seen my purse?"

"Oh, dat blue t'ing? Yeah, it's unda' da bench heah," he answered, confused out of his mind.

I picked it up and pulled out my Giga Pet. "OhMyGAW!" I started pushing the buttons. "Yoda's food was down to zero!" Jack gave me a very puzzeled look.

"What's dat,- uh- Oh shoot! I don't even know yer name!" I breathed a sigh of relief that he changed the subject. Now I won't have to explain technology, I thought as I switched off the sound and stuck it in my purse.

"My name is Cassie, but all my friends call me ShoeGoil, or Shoe for short, because I like shoes, and I have nice shoes!

"You do." he said, looking at my feet. I grinned. "Hey, you an' me pal, Mush would get along real well. I sure do miss those guys..." He looked embarressed, so he cleared his throat. "My name's Jack Kelly, like ya' know fer some reason, but all me pals call me Cowboy, cuz I always wanted ta' come ta' Santa Fe and be a real cowboy."

"Are you a real cowboy now?" I asked, hoping he was, because he that is what he had wanted so bad in the movie.

"Nah."

"Why not?" This was a shock to me.

"I didn't have da' money. I used all me money saved frum sellin' papes ta' buy a train ticket ta' get here. So when I did get hea', I din't have no money. I's been woykin' at dis hea' train station eva' since dey built it last yea', and when I gets enough money, I's goin' back to New Yawk, where me friends are."

"And your girl?"

"Don't have no goil. Not no more. I did, but when I tole her I was goin' to Santa Fe, she said she couldn't go wit me. She's wit 'er folks now, I bet."

"Do you still love her?" I asked, hoping he did, cuz at least in the movie it was very obbvious that she loved him.

"Yeah." He shook his, head and laughed. "We stood up to go ta' get ya' some clothes, but we's still standin' hea'. Let's go."

"Jack, we can't use your money to buy me clothes! You're saving up to go to New York."

"Aw, don't werry 'bout it. What's a buck here an' there, anyways?" He bent his arm and offered it to me, and this time I took it, with my purse in my other hand.