The One (A Spot Conlon Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter 2: That Fine Goil

(My new lock screen is on top XD)

Jewel P.O.V.

The next morning I woke up Race before we were gonna be late. "Wake up you lazy bum!" I yell. "yeah, yeah, yeah, i'm up." "Good" I reply. I am already dressed up and waiting downstairs when Race comes down the steps. We wait for a minute or two before the rest of the guys get up and out.

We were waiting outside the gates when the bell rang and everyone piled in. Jack slapped down the original amount of money and Weasel explains that Pulitzer jacked up the price.

Jack says "So, why the jack up Weasel?"
Weasel responds with, "Why not, it's a nice day. Why dontcha ask Mr. Pulitzer?"

Jack walks outta line and sits down. Most of us follow him. Kid Blink says, "They can't do this to me Jack."

"No. They shouldn't Blink," I said as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder.

"It ain't fair. We got no rights at all." Boots exclaims.

Race adds in "Come on, it's a rigged deck. They got all the marbles." You could always count on Race to use gambling terms.

After a while of Jack thinking, we come up with an idea of striking. "Well, listen. One thing for sure, if we don't sell papes, then nobody sells papes. Nobody comes through the gates until they put the price back to where it was."

David asks, "Like a strike?"

"So we are gonna strike, until we win!" I scream.

"We can't go on strike, we don't have a union." says David. "But then we go on strike, then we are a union, right?" asked Jack.
"No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no
money. Maybe if we got every newsie in New York, but..." "We'll organize!" I say, "and get all of the Newsies in New York to help!" Everyone cheered. "Alright. Let me think about it. Listen. Dave's right. Pulitzer and Hearst and all them other rich fellas, I mean, they own this city, so do they really think a bunch of street kids like us can make any difference? The choice has got to be yours. Are we just gonna take what they give us, or are we gonna strike?" Jack said.
"STRIKE!"

"You guys gotta be ambastards and go tell the other that we're on strike."

"Say, Jack I'll take Harlem," said Kid Blink.

"Yeah, I got Midtown," adds in Race.

"I got the Battery, Jack," says Mush.

"Hey, I'll take the Bronx," Crutchy says.

"Alright. And Bumlets, and Specs and Skittery, you take Queens. Pie Eater! Snoddy! East Side! Snipeshooter, you go with 'em. So, what about Brooklyn? Come on, Spot Conlon's territory. What'sa matta? You scared of Brooklyn?" asked Jack.

"Hey, we ain't scared of Brooklyn. Spot Conlon makes us a little nervous." mentions Boots.

"Well, he don't make me nervous. So you and me, Boots, and Jewel, we'll go to Brooklyn. And Dave here can keep us company."

I was kinda nervous, but I will never tell ANYONE that. I mean it is SPOT CONLON! He is one of the most feared Newsies in all of New York.

Race comes up to me. "Jewel, I really don't want you to go to Brooklyn... I mean, Spot can be really harsh and I-I don't want him to hurt you. Can you promise me that?"