Newsies: On the frontier.

Chapter 5: Working nine to five.

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Chapter 5: Working nine to five.

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To say it was raining outside was an understatement. It pelted down outside. The wind hammered on the weak walls. I could hear the groaning from the boys, the stamping of angry feet, and the complaints of how unfair it all was. And I totally agreed. We - .. They worked outside everyday of their life, it would be extremely hard to sell papes' in this sort of weather. They'd definitely go hungry tonight.

I pushed myself off the bed, my elbows ached with every inch. I finally made it up. I had to duck abit because of the bunk. Someone lay asleep above me, and they snored quietly. I rolled out of bed reluctantly. Believe it or not, it was comfy. Not as comfy as my bed back home, but comfy. I let out a deep breathe. I glanced down my chest. My breasts weren't big. They'd go unnoticed. Hopefully.

'Shit!' A voice cussed. I furrowed my brows as I got out of my bunk. I pivoted on the spot, my brown shoes made a satisfying tapping sound, like I was about to break into song. The voice I heard was silent. I crept around on my boots. The room was dead silent. I made sure I kept that way too. I could hear the heavy breathing. I arched my brows. What was he doing?

I moved far back so I could see over the bunk. I almost ran into the other beds. I made sure I didn't. The boy sitting in the top of my bunk was dead silent, I assumed he was trying to give off fake sleep. It didn't work, at least I wasn't buying it. I shook my head. I glanced down my outfit, and shook my cold arms. I could feel the cold breeze nipping at my skin before I had even made it outdoors.

I turned on my toes and headed over to the middle of the room. It was empty. The boys had clearly left in a hurry, because newspapers were left strewn on the ground, and the picture of me was cut out and left on a crate. I moved over to it. I looked so much differen't. It was a professional photo, one my mother made me have, because it was for some grand 'Ladies' group. I found it a bunch of bullocks. I wasn't a lady, and I didn't want to be a lady. Ever. I wanted to be an adventurer.

I hadn't noticed what I was doing, I was biding time until they came back, or before I could be bothered going out. I wanted to wait until the rain stopped, but I don't think it would let up today. I fussed around cleaning up the place. It definitely needed a feminine touch. I began to stack the old papers into date order. Some dated back to last month. They must of kept them as souvenirs, or - they had no idea what to do with them.

As I folded up more papers, I began to hum. It was quaint song. My piano teacher taught me it. It started off really slow, and began to get faster.

'Black socks, they never get dirty,
The longer you wear them the stronger they get.
Sometimes I think I should wash them,
But something inside me says No, no, not yet.
Not yet, not yet, not yet...'

I continued to hum to myself, sweeping along the floor. I whipped my fingers around the place like I was playing the piano. 'Black socks, they never get dirty!' I continued. I sung the song over for about five minutes until I heard skittering in the back round. I spun around. My jaw dropped as I saw him come out the shadows. He wore long trousers, and red suspenders. His navy blue button up shirt stood out against tan skin. He had a Asian looking face, with jet black hair that fell out of his hat. I had been caught red handed doing the most girly thing you could think of.

'Black socks, huh?' He snickered. I could feel my red cheeks. I practically radiated the heat off me. You could hang clothes off me and I'd dry them within minutes. I nodded my head, clearly dumbfounded for words. He moved around me, and didn't say anything as he moved down the stairs. I was left feeling completely stupid and dumb. What on EARTH had possessed me to sing, knowing someone was here! Hopefully he thought I just had a lovely voice, and forgot about it. But that outcome was highly unlikely.