Boys, Meet Twitch

Chapter 1

     "Lindsay, are you flipping kiddin' me?" Lindsay's mom yelled
"It ain't my fault! It's not!" She yelled back
"Quit that twitching, you possessed freak!" She hit her
"It's from stress and you know that! You cause most of it!"
"Well, I won't anymore! The kid will, though. You're on your own, get out!" She demanded
Lindsay was in shock. Was she really doin' this now? "You never cared that I was in pain when I was with him." She said
"You needed a husband. It ain't his fault you provoked him. Just leave!"
Lindsay got a small bag that she found, it was like the ones that newsies use, and packed what little she had. Lindsay glared at her mother as she left. It was around 7:30 in the morning when the discovery was made. Around the time that the newsies woke up. "Time for dreamin's done." Jack told Crutchie, "Hey, Specs, Race, Henry, Albert, get a move on! Those papes don't sell themselves!"
     "Albert! Specs! You heard Jack, get a move on!" Said one
     "I was having the most beautiful dream. My lips are still tingling."
     "A pretty girl?"
     "A leg of lamb."

     "Ew, what's that smell? The sewers must've backed up last night. Or maybe it's:"
     "The Delancey brothers!" All newsies said in unison
     "Papes! Papes for the newsies! Line up!"
     "Ey, Weasel, you missed me!" Jack said
     "My name's Wiesel! Get in line." He said
     After all the newsies got their papes, they headed for the street. Lindsay herself, however, had just set foot onto the streets of Manhattan to be alone for the very first time. At least that's what she thought. "Extra, extra, read all about it! Office building burns to the ground ! You heard it here!" Jack was teaching a new kid, Davey, how to sell a fake headline, "Miss, sweetheart, you interested?" He asked Lindsay
     "I'm sorry, but I'm broke. My mom just kicked me out." She explained
     "What'cha twitching for?" He asked
     "It happens when I get stressed. My mom thinks I'm possessed or somethin'." She explained
     "Well, shoot, you can stay with us and be a newsie. It pays peanuts, but it pays at all. What do ya say?" Jack asked
     Lindsay thought for a minute. "I guess it wouldn't hurt. If I'm gonna have a baby, I gotta take care of it somehow. Or I could take it to my aunt's."
     "Whoa, whoa, whoa, did you say a baby?" Davey asked
     "Yeah." Lindsay said
     "How old are you?" Davey asked
     "Seventeen."
     "Well, I don't know about you, but I see this as an opportunity. Kid, you tell your story, you'll be a millionaire!" Jack said
     "What's your name?" Davey asked
     "Lindsay Peterson. Y'all?"
"I'm Jack Kelly. This is Davey. He has a little brother named Les. I'm gonna call you Twitch. You keep twitching, you must be really scared."
"I am." Twitch admitted
"Well, here." Jack gave her a few papers, "try to sell these. Davey, stay with her. It'll be too dangerous for you to be on your own. A girl on the street's a recipe for disaster."
"Excuse you." Twitch said
"Keep your head still, and you can be on your own." Jack walked off
Lindsay did manage to sell all twenty papers he gave her. It was around sunset and Jack came back and Davey and Les left.