Ok, so we didn't exactly die, but I sure do feel like it.
One Moment Shorties pounding me in the stomach, and the next moment I'm waking up feeling like the living dead.
"Oh Holy Marian Mother of Jesus and a bag of Jellybeans," I groaned. I tried pushing myself up into a sitting position, and was slightly terrified when I felt a hand come down on my shoulder pushing me back down. Even more terrifying was that I was not on the cobblestone street I was knocked out on.
I slowly opened my eyes and jumped. Well, you would've jumped too if there were two chocolate brown eyes two inches away from your face. The only bad part was that I fell outta the bed. I heard laughs rise up around me.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up why doncha. Lets see you wake in a mysterious place. Specially when you were knocked out on the street." I groaned, and laid there on the floor. Maybe if I play dead, they won't remember me even being here.
"Sorry foah dat, didn't mean to scare youse," those two chocolate brown orbs leaned over the bed and looked at me. I studied the owner of the eyes, and found a handsome face staring back at me. He was wearing part of my Racetrack costume, the shirt, pants, suspenders. And he even had the cigar in his mouth.
I leaned up on my elbows, "I wasn't scared. Just freaked out. I mean, you don't wake up everyday with someone an inch from your face starin at you."
He gave a grin and held a hand out to me. I shook my head, "Nah, I think I'll just stay here for now."
"But don't youse wanna see yoah friends, we carried dem in at da same time as youse. Dey's still unconscious but, dey'll recover."
I immediately jumped up without assistance and franticaly looked from side to side. It looked like I was in a bunkroom. Considering there were bunk beds lined up everywhere. Boys of all ages were hangin out around the beds, or just sleepin in em. I instantly spotted Battery and Mon two bunks away from me and scurried over to them.
And when I mean scurry, I meant crawling over the lower bunks to reach them. Even when I had a perfectly good walkway to go through.
I stood next to Monster and shook him a little. Nothing happened. I poked him. Nothing happened. I stood on his bunk to reach Battery's and shook him. Nothing. Then poked him. Still nothing.
I scowled, turned around, and noticed I had most of the bunkroom's attention. I turned back towards the bunk where my two friends were, taking four steps away from it. Then yelled, literally yelled, "MONSTER ITS TIME TO WAKE UP YOU KNUCKLEHEAD!"
And hey whaddya know, it worked. Battery shot up out of bed, landed on the floor, stood up and gave me a salute...Then immediately fall back to the floor half asleep.. Monster just shot up and hit his head on the top bunk.
"God dammit Blue, I don't need another one of you wake up calls," he squinted his eyes. "Besides I don't even want to think of socializing, don't you have a book to read or a kid to make fun of somewhere." He laid back on the bed, and was asleep seconds later.
"Hey Blue," I heard a weak call say. "Would ya mind helpin a boy up?"
"Oh Sorry." I leaned down and pulled Battery to his feet. I held his arms as he swayed then steadied himself. "Its time to wake him up now, before I go insane."
"Try dumpin ice cold watah on im," A voice came from behind me. I turned my head to see a muscular kid with dark brown curls sittin on a top bunk watchin us.
I shook my head, "Nah. Done it before, never works. But I got my ways." I was about to yell again when a thought suddenly popped up in my head. I turned back around. "Umm...Anybody over thirteen might want to leave the room."
Questions definitely came to.
Battery grinned like a fool, "Cause what's gonna happen is that a whole lotta yellin is gonna take place, and when he wakes up, he's going for anybody who eligible for rape."
Almost all of the boys left the room, only three little boys were left.
I smiled kindly at them and winked, with them grinning back. "You might wanna get either ear plugs, or good pillow that don't let sound in."
"Eligible foah rape. What in da hells dat supposed to mean. Ain't all three of dem guys." Skittery wondered. Everybody was wondering the same thing.
All of the boys over thirteen made their way down towards the lobby, warning others who were just coming in to not go into the bunkroom.
"Maybe one of dem's a goil, ya nevah know," Mush stated, taking a seat on the couch.
Racetrack made his way over to him and sat down. "Guess We's is just gonna have ta wait."
"Hope it don't take long, I was bout ta go ta bed," Dutchy yawned. "Woikin today shoah took alot outta me."
The others nodded as the door to the lodge opened.
"Hey Cowboy,"'s and "How's it goin,"'s were greet to their friend.
"Ey boys, wheahs those three kids we rescued." Cowboy started, but never finished. As soon as he finished that first sentence, a shout was heard upstairs.
Then banging.
Scuffling on the ceiling.
Pounding footsteps.
And that's when Snipeshooter, Boots, and Ember dashed down the stairs, taking two at a time.(Ember is that little kid who you see sliding across the floor in C.T.B. where he pulls his suspenders over his shoulders.)
"Don't go up there!" All three of the yelled, running across the room, and taking cover from whatever they could.
"Take Cover!"
The shouts grew louder and louder until the whole room could see who was causing it. Cowboy took in the sight with slight amusement. The first one down was the boy who was dressed up like Racetrack, hat and all. He slid down the banister to get to the bottom faster, but landed on the floor in a heap. The second one was dressed kinda like Mush, but he had pulled his suspenders up over his shoulders. He took the steps down two at a time and landed at the bottom of the stairs, helped the first one up and both dashed across the room. And the last one was dressed almost exactly like him, but a cowboy hat was missing, and a bandana was wrapped around his forehead. He was also the one who was making so much noise.
"Blue I'm gonna kill you!"
"I wasn't the one who even did it," As Blue ran where the newsies had cleared a path for him, he shouted. "It was Battery's fault that you fell outta the bed and bonked your head, so what in the hell are you yellin at me for!"
The Bandana boy, As Cowboy still didn't know his name, turned his rage on the boy who had hid himself where Snipeshooter had fixed himself up underneath a table. His eyes turned to the size of quarters as he saw what Blue had done.
"Was Not!" He yelled.
"Was Too!" Came from across the room, where the Race look-alike had himself behind the couch. For those who were farther away, could only see his eyes over the top of Mush's shoulder.
The continued this game till the Bandana boy held up his hands and yelled, "Shut the Hell up!"
"But Monster!" two voices sang. "It wasn't me!"