Ch 5: The real type of strike

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Your POV
Jack and I were both upset and confused when spot boy said he don't wanna join da strike. I gave jack a look of concern as we went back to old manhattan to the other newsies. Jack walks around in anger and confusion as boots approaches him, "jack? Well? Did they wann join?". Jack rolled his eyes and replied, "they won't joint the strike unless we give them proof of being able to handle it." I stood there and watched little les started singing, " When the circulation bell starts ringin'
Will we hear it?
Racetrack puts his hand on his shoulder and simply says, "nah..." then he said, "when the delancey,s come out swinging, will we hear it?"
Les replies with a small "no."
All of it breaks out into singing.
"
When you got a million voices singin'
Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
And the world will know!

Everyone starts dancing including me.

And the world will feel the fire
And finally know!"

Spots POV.
I couldn't stop thinking about jaguar goil...
I wasn't even certain that I made da right choice of not joining da strike.
Jacky boy did have a good explanation, but being the half brained I can be, I nuked it.

"Aye boss? Maybe we should help dem manhattans. I mean we've made good deals befwore!", one of my newsies calls to me.
I give them a small glare befwore replying, "like I said to dem, they gotta show me dat they can handle it.!" I grabbed my cane and walked off.

Your POV.
We were running to the newspapers gates and we started tearing into them and knocking them down.
Until the back gate opened and more men came to soak us, one of our newsies getting punched.
Boots and les messed around with a few men as jack and I threw punches at them.
A man punches me in the face as I fall back into mutch's arms.
"You aight dolly?", he asked looking at me.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm aight! Let me at em!"
With a good push, I sprang up and punched two of them dumbs.
Unfortunately I made a wrong turn and was tackled by a guy who held one of dem sledge hammers.
Struggling to get free, I threw as many punches and kicks as I could until I realized that the man fell off of me.
There was a mini rock on da side of hes head and it was small enough to be slingshotted.
Spot.....

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