"Argh..." Monster looked frustrated. I looked over a kids shoulder from behind the couch, and could see everyone in the room watching to see what he would do. I was about to stand up, when a red object caught my eye near a door.
And standing in front of that door was a boy who looked may be a little older then me, give or take a couple of years, considering I'm 16. He was wearing black pants, a gray long sleeved shirt, a black vest, a red bandana, and a cowboy hat was hanging on his back. I immediately knew him.
"Ah Shit!" All eyes immediately flew to where I was hiding. De Ja Vu anyone. (Look for that Fraise in B.T.I.R. only its 'Oh Shit' from the end of chapter 2) "Mon, do any of these boys look familiar to you?"
Monster took a minute to look at each face. "Uh...Can my answer be...No?"
I stood up and walked towards him. "Look carefully."
A boy with slightly long black hair spoke up at that moment, "Sorry ta say dis, but we's don't know any of youse."
"Of course you wouldn't, we ain't even from around here." Battery jumped up from underneath the table, also looking at everyone in the room.
The kid I recognized turned to look at Battery, almost sizing him up. "Wheah ah youse from?"
"Idaho." All three of us answered without thought.
"Yeah, um...Wheahs dat located," A blonde boy with an eyepatch asked.
I looked around at all the confused faces. Jesus, we got us a bunch of clueless idiots around here.
"Its out West, my god, don't you guys know anything," A few growls issued up from the group as I said this. "Not that your stupid or anything, but you should at least know where Idaho is. I mean, we're the god damn Potato state."
"I Got It!"
I jumped about a foot in the air, then smacked Mon, almost giving him a dead arm. "Shit, you scared the hell outta me. Tell me when your gonna yell stuff out next time."
He ignored me and pointed to the very kid I had recognized earlier. "Cowboy."
That one fraise made some sense to why he was yelling at least.
"Huh?" Obviously not to Battery though.
"Yeah, almost everyboidy knows Cowboy," I turned my head to look at the boy who was in the Racetrack outfit. "He's da leader of da Manhattan Newsies. Wheah've youse been lately."
A few laughs leaked from the others throats.
I cleared my own throat, and again eyes were upon me. "Which one of you made a wish last night on a shooting star?"
There were several confused looks given to me, and one wide eyed look from the muscular boy. I gave him a suspicious glance as his face quickly turned to a confused gaze as the others.
"First things first," I stated quickly, hoping to get rid of any questions that may rise. "Can we get your names, cause I keep referring to him as Eyepatch, him Cigar, and him Muscles." I pointed to the three people.
"Yeah Sorry, Ise Cowboy," he pointed to himself, then to the others as he said each name. "Racetrack, Kid Blink, Mush, Skittery, Boots, Ember, Snipeshooter..." I tried to listen to them all, but I guess I spaced out. I got the first seven, but the rest flew through one ear and out the other. But I got the last comment he made. "So, what's dis bout a shootin star?"
I sighed and took my hat off, I had put my hair up in French braided pig tails to keep it out of my face, and the Newsies took one look at it and yelled, "Yoah A Goil!"
"Ha ha, pay up fellas, what did I tell ya!" Can you guess who's mouth that last sentence came from. Hey, at least it got them off the subject of the shooting star.
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