"Up, Get up!"
I woke up to Mr. Kloppmann walking through the room hitting the beds.
"Mornin' Mr.Kloppmann." I say tiredly
"Oh Fox, thanks for waking up. I am tired of these boys not listening." He says
"I gots it Mr. Kloppmann, sorry in advance. HEY RISE AND SHINE FUCKERS!" I yell at the top of my lungs. They all shoot awake except for one. My brother. I walk up to him and everyone looks, scared of what I might do. I get up next to him and start to tickle him. He shoots awake.
"Y/n I swear! I's gonna-!"
I cut him off. "You's gonna what Racer. Hit me?" I laugh
"You's lucky I's loves you." He groans.
He gets up and everyone is in the washroom getting ready for the day.
Race walks in looking for something and looks at Snipeshooter. He found it. "Hey dat's my cigar!"
"You'll steal anudda." Snipeshooter says back
"Hey bummas we's got work to do." I sing
"Since when did you become me mudda?" Another newsie says
"Ah, stop your bawlin'" Crutchie says
"Who asked you?" We all say
Try Bottle Alley or the harbor
Try Central Park it's guaranteed
Try any banker, bum, or barber
They almost all knows how to read
I smell money
You smell foul
Met this girl last night
Ah, move your elbow
Pass the towel
For a buck I mightAin't it a fine life carrying the banner through it all?
A mighty fine life carrying the banner tough and tall
Every morning we goes where we wishes
We's as free as fishes
Sure beats washing dishes
What a fine life carrying the banner home free allIt takes a smile as sweet as butter
The kind that ladies can't resist
It takes and orphan with a stutter
Who ain't afraid to use his
FistSummer stinks and winter's waiting
Welcome to New York
Boy, ain't nature fascinating
When you's gotta walk?Still it's a fine life
Carrying the banner with your chums. (it's a fine life)
I mighty fine life (carrying the banner with your chums)
Blowing every nickle as it comes. (a mighty fine life)
(Blowing every nickle as it comes)
I'm no snoozer
Sitting makes me antsy
I likes living chancy
Harlem to Delancy
What a fine life, carrying the banner through the slumsBlessed children
Though you wander lost and depraved
Jesus loves you
You shall be savedPatrick, (just give me half a cup)
Darling, (something to wake me up)
Since you left me (I gotta find an angle)
I am undone. (I gotta sell more papes)
Mother (papers is all I got) (wish I could catch a breeze)
Loves you. (sure hope the headlines hot) (all I can catch is fleas)
God save my son! (God help me if it's not) (somebody help me please)
If I hate the headline
I'll make up a headlineAnd I'll say anything I have to
'Cause it's two for a penny
If I take to many Weasel just makes me eat 'em after
Look they putting up a headline
What's it say? (you call that a headline)
That won't pay! (I get better stories)
So where's your spot? (from the copper on the beat)
God, it's hot! (I was gonna start with twenty)
Will ya tell me (but a dozen will be plenty)
(Tell me) How'm I gonna make ends meat?We need a good assassination
We need an earthquake or a war
How 'bout a crooked politician?
Hey stupid, that ain't news no more
Uptown to Grand Central Station
Down to City Hall
We improves our circulation
Walking 'til we fallStill we'll be out there
(Look they're putting up the headline, they call that a headline)
Carrying the banner man to man
(The idiot who wrote it must be working for the sun)
We'll be out there
(Did you hear about the fire) (heard it killed old man Maguire)
Soakin' all the suckers that we can
(Heard the toll was even higher) (why do I miss all the fun)See the headline
(Hitched it on the trolley)
Newsies On A Mission.
(Meet-ch'a forty-fourth and second)
Kill the competition,
(Little Italy's a secret)
Sell the next edition.
(Bleecker's further than I reckoned)
While we're out there
(By the courthouse) (near the stables)
Carrying the banner is the-
(On the corner someone beckoned and I-)It's a fine life
(Would you look at that headline)
Carrying the banner through it all!
(You call that a headline) (I get better stories)
A mighty fine life
(From the copper on the beat)
Carrying the banner tough and tall!
(I was gonna start with twenty)
See the headline:
(Now a dozen will be plenty)Newsies On A Mission
(Would ya tell me how'm I ever gonna make ends meat)
Kill the competition,
(Hitched it on a trolley, meet-ch'a forty-fourth and second)
Sell the next edition.
(Little Italy's a secret, Bleecker's further than I reckoned)
What a fine life Carrying the banner!
(On the corner someone beckoned)
It's a fine life (go get 'em cowboy)
Carrying the banner It's fine life (you got 'em cowboy)
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life (go get 'em cowboy)
Carrying the banner
It's a fine life (you got 'em cowboy)
Carrying the banner
It's a go!
(Here's the rest of the song I'm not doing who says what)
We all get to the circulation gate and see the ones we all hate.
"What is that awful smell?" I look at my brother
"I fear the sewers may have backed up during the night." he says
"Nah, to rotten ta be da sewers, it must be."
"The Delancy Brothers." we all say.
Oscar and Morris open the gates and Oscar pushes Snipeshooter to the ground. "In da back, ya ugly little shrimp."
I bend down and help Snipeshooter up and glare at Oscar.
"Five to one, I say Cowboy skunks'em -- who's bettin', who'sbettin'? " Race asks.
"You shouldn't be callin' peopleugly little shrimps. Oscar. Unless you're referrin; to the family resemblance in your brother here." Jack say. The Delancey brother's glare at him. "That's right, it's an insult. And so's this." He reaches up knocks the caps off of their heads and runs.
After a while he comes back and we all cheer.
We all get our papers and hear a voice behind us.
"I just want what I paid for!"
We turn around and see a new guy. Jack walks up and takes the boys papers and counts.
"He's right Weasel he only got 19. Honest mistake on account of Oscar cant count to twenty with his shoes on." Jack says "Hey Fox spot me two bits." I throw him the coin and he puts it down. "Anudda 50 for my friend 'ere."
-----------------------------------------(Time skip)
I'm selling my papers and see a few guys that looked to be my age. Easy. I walk up to them. "'scuse me sir. would you's buy me last pape?"
"Of course." the guy hands me a quarter. wow. I give him his pape and start to walk away but he grabs my wrist. "Y/n" he mumbles "I paid extra no you's have to do somethin' fo' me." Shit. He drags me into an alley no one watching. "Now miss, I paid extra and you's gonna do something for me. He pins me to a wall and start kissing me and holding my wrists against the brick. It hurts. He moves to my neck and I try to move my legs to kick him but he is standing on my feet. He bites my neck.
"Help!" I yell
The man clamps a hand over my mouth. "Say one more thing." I start crying and I give up knowing I cant do anything. He pulls his head away from me and I try to headbutt him only for him to grab my head and slam it into the brick wall. I scream in pain and try to call for help.
"No one can hear you." The man goes back to hurting me and then he stops and I fall.
I feel strong arms wrap around me and know who it is. Jack. I cry.
"J-jack, he was," I cry
"Shh, i know. But its over. its ok."
I move my hand to the back of my head feeling where he hit it. I bring my hand around and see blood. "jack."
He sees the blood and picks me up. He starts to carry me back to the lodging house and we pass Skittery. "Skittery." Jack yells
"Holy shit what happened?"Skittery asks.
"No time, go find race and tell him to get to the lodging house immediately. Tell him Fox got hurt."
Skittery runs off and Jack runs to the lodging house. He gets inside and lays me down on a couch in the common room.
"Race will be here in a second." Jack tells me.
I nod and wince in pain. Then I start to fall asleep.
A/n: Sorry it's so long. What do you guys think? 1359 words damn.
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