3 Words 8 Letters- A Spot Conlon Fanfiction

~Chapter Four~

"WHAT?!" I almost scream. Spot widens his eyes and raises both his eyebrows.
"Ten cents!! Th-That's a lot of money!! We're barely makin a living as it is! And they decided to just-- jack up the price on us?!" I'm mad. Furious.

"Zahara! Calm down befoah youse kill someone!!" Spot almost yells.
I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to Spot, plopping down next to him on a crate. "They can't do this ta us, Spot. We'll barely make any money! A-And if we don't make money, we can't pay our rent foah Mr. Kloppman. A-And if we don't pay our rent, then--" I get cut off by Spot grabbing my shoulders and giving me a cold glare.
"Snap outta it." He orders. I flinch away from his grasp and bury my head in my hands, letting out a long, aggravated sigh.

"The 'Hattan Newsies'll get wiped out.." I mumble, loud enough for Spot to hear.
"Are ya sayin youse joinin the strike?" He whisper yells. I shrug.
"Imma head back to 'Hattan. I'll come back soon to tell ya if I join or not.." I grumble as I stand up. Spot nods. "Don't rush inta anything.." He assures.
"Bye Spotty boy.."

~The Next Morning At The Manhattan Lodging House~

"IMMA SOAK PULITZER!!" I yell furiously.
"You wish, champ.." Jack sighs, throwing his cowboy hat down.
Looks like his dreams of going to Santa Fe are sinking down the drain.
Jack had an unreadable expression across his face.
"Youse joining the strike, sis?" Mush asks with the slightest bit of hope hidden in his voice. I shrug. "You really think it's a good idea?" I said, squinting at all of them.
"Tell that to Davey." Boots sighs.
"Who's Davey?"
"That new kid you saw earlier at the Brooklyn docks. The one tryin ta kiss up ta Spot." Boots jokes.
"Hey!! I wasn't kissing up to anyone!!" I hear an unfamiliar voice whine.
I snap my head across the room and a boy with curly brown hair and light blue eyes is sitting on a random bunk.
Jack sighs and gets up.
"Scratch meet Davey, Davey meet Scratch." Jack said fairly quick.
"Wait-- there are girl Newsies?" He asked, obviously confused.
"She's prolly the only one.." Racetrack says.
"YOUSE HURT HER AND I'LL BREAK YOU!!" Mush yells.
I roll my eyes and rest my head on my fist.
"Sorry bout Mush. Always being the annoyin ovah protective bruddah he always is." I tease. Mush just squints at me, crossing his arms.
I stick my tongue at him and slap my cap down lower on my face, leaning back on the wall. "We's gonna head ta Newsies square, wanna come, Scratch?" Jack asks, with everyone standing up to leave.
"I'll catch up wit you guys laytah.." I grumble. Jack nods and everyone leaves.

I sat in silence for about thirty seconds.

"Youse bettah catch up wit em soon." I hear an unfamiliar voice say.
My blood jumps and I flinch.
I snap my head towards the right side of the room and a boy about fourteen is standing there. I run to him and elbow him to the ground.
"Relax!! I'se one of Spot's spies!!" The boy says in fear.
My expression relaxes as I slowly let him go.
"The name's Slate, at yer service." He said tipping his hat, and bowing.
"Ok? Why does Spot want youse ta spy on me." I asked with with one eyebrow raised at him. He shoved his hat back on the blonde curls of his head.
"He just wanned ta see if youse would join the strike." He states.
"Well tell em I will come ovah and speak ta him myself. If I catch any of youse again, I ain't afraid ta give a shinah or two." I threaten. He gulps in fear, nods, and slips away down the stairs.

After sitting in silence, thinking to myself for about five minutes, I decide to catch up with the others.

I sprint out the door, down to Newsies square, and I hear Jack yelling.

"ANYBODY HE-AH THAT?!"
"NO!!"
"SO WHAT WE GONNA DO BOUT IT?!"
"SOAK EM!!"

Oh no.

I run after them into the circulation center.
I search the crowd and squeeze next to Mush.