Authors Note/Disclaimer: Sorry! Forgot this on my first chapter so putting it on now! I own nothing from Newsies! Please review and no mean comments! But I'm open to constructive criticism.
Jack put his arm around my shoulders and started to walk around.
"So, Sarah, foist thing, you'se gotta have a name." Jack said as David went to go find Les.
"I have a name," I said, confused.
"No a Newsie name!" he said. "Like ova there," he pointed to a blonde boy with an eye patch. "That's Kid Blink, but we'se call him Blink." He pointed to a boy with brown curly hair. "And that's Mush."
"Heya Cowboy!" a tall boy with a crutch walked past us.
"Hey Crutchy." Jack looked down at me. My head came up to about his chin, which really annoyed me. "And that's me!" he thumped his chest proudly. "Cowboy,"
I laughed. "Really?"
"Yup, but no worries, you'se can decide later when we get back to the lodging house with da boys."
"What?" I asked, but he didn't seem to hear me.
"So you'se can take some of my papes, but soon you'll be buying your own!" Jack said. I guess he took it upon himself to teach me how to sell papers.
"Ok, so we'se need to find your main sellin' point." He told me after he gave me about 50 papers.
"My what?" I asked.
"Your sellin' point. How you'se gonna sell papes."
"Oh," I said, feeling dumb.
"Yeah, so what're you good at?" he asked me.
"Umm.." My horse flashed across my mind, along with all my old trophies. But I didn't want to think about my past. That's why I came to New York. "Nothin' I guess."
Jack laughed. "Well, you'se gotta be good at something! Other than looks." He smiled, flashing off his pretty teeth. He thought for a while. "Got it!"
"What is my amazing skill to sell papers?" I asked, making him laugh again.
"Sympathy!" he said. Jack seemed pretty pleased with his skills. I was not so pleased.
"What? Just cuz I'm a goil-" I stopped. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm weak! Or some sob story that needs help!" I shouted. He kept smiling, which got me more annoyed.
"You'se see, Sarah," again emotion crossed his face when he used my name. "You'se a ok goil, strong and stubborn, by da looks of it." I calmed down a little bit. "So, you'll be a good acta'!" Then he leaned in, serious for a minute. "But make sure you'se keep you hair in you'se cap." He fingered my brown hair. "See, nobody's used to having a goil around. Around da Lodge, it's ok, but keep your gender to you'se self out sellin' papes." He leaned back. "Got it?"
"Sympathy. Pretend-to-be-boy-to-protect-myself." I rolled my eyes but smiled. "Got it."
"Good," Jack looked at me. "So let's see how good you'se are at sellin' papes." He looked around. "Ok, see dat ol' lady?" He pointed to a white haired woman sitting on a bench. "Tell her ya have no money. You'se ran away from a dad who beat 'ja. Ask he if she could only but a pape to save your life!" he pretended to faint and I laughed.
"Got it." I went up to the woman and tried to look as desperate as possible. Which really wasn't hard since I was wearing the same clothes for a week. I remembered to tuck my hair in my cap. "H-hello, ma'am" I started out.
"Hello, darling," she drawled.
"Could you'se but a pape?" I asked, subjecting to the Newsie's language. "I-I needs money! I'se ran away and I'se gotta eat!" I played it for all it was worth and made my lower lip wobble.
"Oh poor dear!" the woman exclaimed.
"Please buy a pape, ma'am!" I fake-pleaded.
"Yes, dear, of course!" she obliged and gave me a quarter. I smiled as she walked away.
Then I saw a man watching me. He was dressed up, a suit and a hat and everything. I caught his eye and he winked at me. I didn't scare easily but this guy gave me the chills. I almost ran back to Jack.
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