Guys, I'm really sorry about the slow-going-ness. So enjoy this one, and I'll keep working on more. :)
Disclaimer: Ace Cardoni is not mine. But thanks for letting me borrow him!
Newsie Notes
Spanish
Jack is in bold.
Hawkeye is in italics.
Skittery is underlined.
Man, I could go for some chocolate!
I could go for a nap.
I'm going to kill Blink.
You seem bitter.
…Yeah, just a bit.
What's up?
Blink asked Rose to the fair. And she said yes!
I know absolutely nothing about the situation.
She knows something.
What do you know?
Nothing. I really want chocolate. The weather today is marvelous. Isn't our Spanish discussion beyond interesting?
Hawkeye…
Yes…?
Vat haf you bin told nevah to teel oos?
That is a crap German accent.
Well, I can't say it! We're in Spanish class now.
Yeah, okay. That makes sense (not).
Hawk, what are you not supposed to tell me?
Not that it was actually Rose who asked Blink, if that's what you're thinking.
Er, I wasn't thinking that.
Oh, good. No worries then.
So Rose asked Blink?
YOU HAVE NO PROOF THAT I SAID ANYTHING OF THE SORT.
Great. Just great.
Upon seeing Jack's response, Hawkeye and Skittery exchanged glances. The sympathetic looks didn't last long though, due to Kid Blink and his friend, Ace Cardoni, making fish faces on the opposite side of the room.
Hawkeye looked back to Skittery and grinned. Skittery shook his head and mouthed, "No!" Hawkeye waggled her eyebrows before turning to Jack.
"Make a fishy face," she said.
Jack, who had been slumped over in his chair, looked up, "Er, pardon?"
Hawkeye rolled her eyes, "Just do it."
"Er…" Skittery arched an eyebrow.
Hawkeye nodded, "Yes, you too."
Reluctantly, the boys sucked in their cheeks.
"Now, say I'm a little fishy," Hawkeye demanded.
Jack and Skittery stared at her, "Bly?"
Hawkeye said, "Now."
"I'm a wibble fiffy."
Señor Martin conveniently picked that particular moment to look to their side of the room, "Jack y (and) James, que hacéis (what are you doing)?"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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You'll look back on this someday and cackle with me.
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…Someday in many years from now. Many, many years from no—stop staring at me like that! You stay away from me! What are you doing? Get away. I will not be pushed off this chai—
Too late.
Ouch.