Newsies Imagines

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How yous met

Jack:

"Extry, Extry, read oll about it! Criminal masta mind on da loose!" a loud voice yelled attracting a slight crowd of people. Before you knew it the boy in the cowboy hat was gone.

Well shoot! You thought. Aggravated with yourself for not busting threw the crowd fast enough, your dad would have wanted to read that story you thought on your way into work at the dry goods store that morning.

"Well if it ain't the little goodie two shoes." Bradly an obnoxious jerk who refused to leave you alone confronted you when you exited the dry goods store later that day.

"C-come o-on, l-leave m-me a-alone." you said trying to sound as tough as possible but probably sounding more like a frightened mouse.

"Aw, is daddy's girl afraid?" he chuckled sinisterly.

"N-no." you gulped as he backed you into an ally.

"Oh, really?" his evil grin spread wider.

"Help!" you screeched as loud as you could. But that caused Bradly to slap you across the face, and you whimpered in pain as you fell onto the hard dirt ground. You used your arms to scramble your way into the furthest corner. Bradly just laughed and loomed over top of you. "Help! Anyone, Help!" you yelled with all of your being.

"Shut up you retarded chipmunk!" He yelled at you kicking you with his heavy shoes. You whimper in pain, praying silently for the beast to leave you alone Pater Noster, qui es in cælis, (Our Father who art in heaven) He spits at you and you continue to pray, but this time aloud.

" Sanctificétur nomen tuum: advéniat regnum tuum fiat voluntas tua," (Hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done)

"Would you just jut up?" he shouts not liking what you are saying. So you continue, "Voluntas tua, sicut in cælo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris." (On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.) The last fraise makes him freeze and he says:

"You ain't worth the time." And he walks out of the ally.

"Thank you Jesus!" you pray. Then you hear footsteps coming closer as if someone is running. Oh Lord, please don't let it be him.

"Any bodys in hea?" You heard the voice yell, it sounded vaguely like the voice that had been selling newspapers earlier that morning.

"Yeah," you muttered "qualcuno è in qui" (Someone is here) you finished slipping back into your native Italian. "I mean someone is here." You squeak realizing you had slipped up.

"Keep talkin', I's'll makes me way to yous." The voice spoke softly but firmly into the dark ally.

"God bless you!" you say, greatful that someone had found you.

"It ain't no biggie." He muttered sounding closer than before.

"I am glad that you were not Bradly deciding to come back." You say knowing your accent is sounding a little strong.

"Whos dat?" he asked.

"A guy who likes to pick on me." You say trying not to speak unkindly.

"Whys you so nice?" he questioned.

"I try to live by the golden rule." I informed him.

"And what mite dat be" the strange boy inquired.