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 3
As Jack and I exited the train station building, I said "Geeze, it's hot today, isn't it."
"Oh, it's always like dis in Santa Fe. I used ta' t'ink dat New Yawk wuz too cold, and dat it was too crowded. But out here, there's nothing but grass and fields and hills. I miss da city wid all da bustle and buisness." I nodded, thinking of how it felt to be uprooted and packed in a car, and to leave the city to travel next to cows all day.
"I know how you feel Jack. Sometimes, you think you want something, and the minute you get it, you realize you didn't want it at all." But then I thought of my longings to go back in time, and now that I was there, I didn't regret it at all. "But Jack, sometimes you think you want something, and you do, and sometimes you get something you've wanted and are actually happy." He nodded and grinned at me.
"You're pretty smart, fer bein' a goil."
"And don't you forget it, Kelly!" I grinned back at him. We walked for a few more steps.
"Here's da' gen'ral store, dey got's ever'ting here, including clothes fer respectable women."
I picked out a white shirt and navy blue skirt and black boots with a little heel, and I asked the lady at the counter for the right underclothes. (strangely, she didn't comment on my outift, but I figured every one in town would know about me by the next afternoon, because of the way she had addressed Jack.)
"Mr. Kelly, who is this? A mail-order bride from the west?"
I knew an insult when I heard one.
After we left, I got worried. "Jack, where am I going to change?" I asked him.
"My place, I guess. There's no where else, really."
"Are you worried about what that hoity-toity bumpkin says? I'm not."
He grinned. "I guess you wouldn't." I decided to ignore that comment.
"Jack, I can't let you pay for these clothes. Let me give you some of my money."
"No, thanks, Shoe. Your money wouldn't be of any use ta' me, anyways, if it's California money." I hit my head with my hand. DUH! What would he think if I handed him money with the year 1998 on it?
"You're right, Jack. My California money wouldn't do you a bit of good. What can I do to pay you back?" He thought for a minute.
"Work at the station wid me, and help me save up for two tickets ta New Yawk."
"Two tickets?"
"Yeah, I feel responisble fer ya. I have to take ya wid me." I grinned, ecstatically.
"New York! Do I get to meet the other newsies!"
"Ya wantsta meet da newsies?" I nodded my head excitedly.
"But, dey're justa buncha bums!" He grinned, though, and tousled my hair. "Go put some clothes on," he said, as he handed me the key to his little room which was located at the end of the hall of the inn we had just entered. He stayed in the hall as I went in.
Geeze, talk about an empty room! There was a bed, and a chest with a pitcher on it. It had none of the things I was acusstomed to a motel room having, not just missing a tv, but also more essential things, like the bathroom and mirror.
I unwrapped my parcels, and admired the fine handywork. As I dressed, I thought of the way Jack spoke of the newsies. I could tell he loved the guys, I hoped it wasn't in a David/Denton way. I laughed at my little joke, then turned my attention to trying to figure out how to get dressed. There were so many layers, petticoats, slips, and finally a top skirt, and that was just the bottom. I decided to not use the corset, I was in no mood to make my life any more uncomfortable. I was just putting my shoes on when there was a knock on the door. "Come in!"
Jack opened the door a crack and poked his head in. "Are you done yet? There's tons to do!" I stared at him, as if he had just grown another head. "You can just leave your things in here, Shoe." I nodded, but took my purse with me, for protection of my discman.
