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). No doubt the reader has countless questions regarding this story, like "Why in the world is the silly thing even accessible?"
Part 9
"Jack, we're in the money! Look at this jackpot from tonight!" I told him, picking up all the coins that had been thrown to the stage during our last number. "I even got a rose." He grinned at me.
"Sorry, Shoe, but I think dat rose wuz for me!" I swatted him playfully, then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Jack yelled, and seconds later, Race popped his head in. Jack jumped up towards his friend and enveloped him in a hug. "Oh, man, RACE! I really missed you!"
"Hey, I missed ya too, Jackey boy!" He took a cigar out of his mouth and turned towards me. "So, you're the star of the show, huh?" I stuck my hand out.
"ShoeGoil." He stuck his hand out, too, and shook mine.
"Racetrack."
"Oh, I know all about you!" He looked towards Jack and smiled sheepishly.
"He talks a lot about me, er whut?"
"NO!" Jack yelled and hit Race's cheek, playfully. Then he sobered. "What brings you to Santa Fe, enyways, Race?" Race's smile dissapeared quickly.
"Oh, Jack. It's awful. I dunno what to do!"
"What's wrong!"
"All the boys are so lazy! They sit around all the time, never going out to sell dere papes or anything. I think dey just wanna be lazy bums fer the rest of dere lives!"
"Kloppman lets dem stay?" Jack asked, surprised.
"He's given just 'bout everyone one month to straighten up or move out. I'm real werried about most of dose guys." Race cleared his throat. "Dat's kinda why I came. I came to bring you back with me."
"Well, we're raising money to get home to New York!" Jack said, excited. "We can use the money you brought and get there sooner than we thought possible!" Race cleared his throat again.
"Uh, what money?"
"Race, you DID bring money wid you, didn't you?"
"Uh, no. I kinda lost it. I was gambling on the train and-"
"Well, don't worry!" I said, excited. "You can just win it back for us!" Jack wacked the back of me head.
"Youse crazy, Shoe!" he hissed. "Race has the worst luck with money and poker!"
"Hey, I hoid dat, Jack." He shrugged his shoulders. "But yer right."
"Well, maybe you can get in the buisness with us!" I said, with a lot of enthusiasm.
"Youse crazy! I ain't eva gonna get on stage!" I shrugged.
"Den what do you propose ta do? Besides taking care of the money. I'm not letting you do that!"
"I'll get you guys some gigs." I looked at him like he was crazy, and so did Jack. "Come on, you guys! It makes sense!"
I shrugged again. "Whatever. I guess you can do that."
Jack agreed.
"So," Race said. "Can I sleep here, too?"
Jack grinned and slapped his shoulder. "Aw, sure. We got a lot of room here." Race looked at me for permission.
"Yeah, there's lots of room, here. On the floor!" Race beamed at me. "I think I'm going to go to bed, though, guys. You two can catch up on your lives!" I took off my shoes and top layers of clothes, leaving on the heavy underclothes for pajamas. "Good night!"
I woke up, at what I figured was probably two in the morning, and just as I figured, the guys were still awake, over in the corner of the room, talking. I decided to be nosy, so listened to what they were saying, with my back facing them so they wouldn't know I was awake.
"I tole ya all 'bout Sarah," Race said, saying the girl's name in a sing-songy voice, "but ya' haven't told me 'bout dis goil."
"Shoe?" He chuckled. "She's a great kid. I love 'er fer a sister." I smiled at his words.
"But where's she frum?" Race persisted.
"West," Jack answered shortly.
"West?" Race said surprised. "How much farther can you go west from here?"
"She's frum California." Race whistled.
"California, huh? What a traveler dat goil is. An' she's headed ta New Yawk?" I heard a rustle, and assumed that Jack had nodded. "Why's she goin' ta New Yawk? Does she like you?"
Jack chuckled again."No, I think she feels da same way about me I feel 'bout her." I smiled at his words again. "I almost thought it could've been more, but she's real peristant dat I go home ta' Sarah."
"What a great goil," Race said. "So, she doesn't want ta be anyone's goil?" This time Jack straight out laughed, and Race shushed him. "Don't wake her up. I was just wonderin!"
"I don't know what she wants, but I do know that she wants to meet da odder guys, too. She WUZ real happy ta meet you, dough." I could picture Race's face, beaming, and smiled, shaking my head. He sure was a sweetie.
