2nd Generation Newsies Chapter 2
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Ally's POV
"I'm a second generation Newsie." I say. I look at Austin and he is shocked. I mean, I would be too if I just found out I was going on a date with someone part of the most hated group in America.
"Oh…uh…well I guess that's cool." He says, now it is my turn to be shocked.
"Really, I mean everyone hates us, how is that ok."
"It would be cool, you kno0w to hang out with a hated group, risking my life, you know in some other place that you have to go to."
"Yeah, I mean, well, you really would be risking your life."
"What?"
"Well, I kind of do the Brooklyn route."
"Oh... Great I have to go on a route to Brooklyn with a Newsie, risking my life, and might never go home, plus risking my popularity in school because everyone hates you, no offence."
"None taken, well just wait here for a second."
"Why?"
"I have to change." I go behind the change bush, where we have about ten outfits, good for any season, a mirror, a check list to see who has come back from daily activities yet, and a vanity with makeup for the other girls, I don't use it. I change into black Soffee shorts, a black hunger games T-Shirt, and my combat boots. I grab my pap bag, check my name off the list, and head out. I see Austin and Race in an argument, probably about getting Austin away so he can change without being suspicious.
"Hey Race." I say cheerily.
"Hey Al."
"Austin lets go."
"You know this idiot."
"Yeah, we have to go on a date, for school, and I kind of explained so he is coming on my run with me."
"To Brooklyn, you are taking him to Brooklyn." I nod.
"Good luck."
Austin and I start walking in silence, until Austin speaks up.
"So two questions, how do you become a Newsie, and how are we going to get to Brooklyn?"
"One, you have to find out that one of your ancestors was a Newsie, all of us just happens to have the famous ones. Well Race's grandfather was obviously Race, Samson is Cruchie, things like that."
"What about you?" This is where I take a deep breath.
"Well, my great grandparents were Jack Kelly and Katherine Pulitzer Kelly."
"Really, that is so cool."
"Yeah, people say that I have his courage, going to Brooklyn three times a week."
"Wow, you certainly do."
"Were here." We stop in front of a great building that says Pulitzer on it.
"What is this?"
"This is where I pick up my paps for the day."
I walk inside and pass the secretary, Jill, and walk into the pap office. I grab my amount of ones for the day, and leave saying goodbye to Jill on the way out.
'Ok well now we need to get on the train."
"Ok, well let's get tickets."
"No, well we were kind of permanently banned, so we do it like this." The train comes to a screeching stop and I climb on the part between the two cars, Austin following suit. The train starts up and I look at Austin, a terrified look on his face.
"Ok, now we get on top."
"What are you crazy" We are now yelling against the wind.
"Yes lets go do you want to get caught."
"Ok, fine."
I step onto the handle and climb onto the top and sit down, then look and Austin is struggling, I grab his arm and we both stop and stare at each other, tingles running up and down my arm, then I snap out of it, and pull him up. We sit abnormally close to each other. We sit like that, until another overhead roof comes, then we climb down to the in between part, then back up when it is gone. When we reach Brooklyn, before the roof comes I turn to Austin.
"Here comes the fun part."
"What do you mean?" He says, nervous look on his face.
"We jump." I say, now I grab his hand and leap off the train, Austin screaming like a little girl. I land on my feet, while Austin falls strait to the ground, skimming the ground to give him a horrible burn. I start to laugh.
"We will have to work on that." I say.
"Well hello there Ally dearest." A voice behind me says. A voice I recognize.
"Go away Jesse." I say without looking behind me.
"How about no." He says, "What did I say about coming to my town and handing paps out to my customers.
"I have explained this they pay for The Journal, not The World, I just deliver, not sell, it is the customer's choice."
"I don't believe that." He says stepping towards me and grabbing my wrist and he starts to twist it.
"When will you ever learn?" I say, twisting my arm and flipping him above my head, with one hand. I walk over to Austin.
"Let's go."
"But Ally, what…"
"Nothing, let's go, I have a job."
After my route I have beat up 15 guys, and made $7.00 in tips, more than usual. We head home the same way we came and I walk towards the house, well the Newsie house, in the back of the park, an old worn up club house, the same one our ancestors lived in, but with renovations. We have a working bathroom, two bedrooms, and an attic. We only have mattresses to sleep on, and a blanket a person, we wear sweat shirts during the winter, and we have one fan per room for the summer. Austin gasps at the house.
"You live in this dump?"
"Yeah why do you have a problem with it, anything to say?" With everything that happened in Brooklyn today, he would not answer me.
"I'm home." I yell to the house.
"Austin, meet my family."