Courage In A Crutch ~Newsies Fanfic~

Chapter Six

Spritz P.O.V

I swing the door and walk inside the house.

Conveniently, Davey and Les catch me at the door.

"Heya. Spritz!"

I wave.

He frowns and puts an elbow on my shoulder.

"Sometin' botherin' ya'?"

I nod and pull them out onto the sidewalk.

"Listen, you guys are my brothers."

Davey stares in awe.

Les smiles wide.

"Awesome! We has a sista'!"

He runs to me and hugs me.

Davey smiles and joins the hug.

"And we gots' a great one!"

I am glad to have them now.

We go back inside, everyone chattering excitedly.

"Aye Crutchie,what's goin' on?"

He turns and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"The newsies are goin' on strike!"

Oh my god.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Me, you, and Jack are gonna lead a rally on the bridge tomorra'!"

Me?

In front of hundreds of newsies?

I am not keen on the idea.

But I'll do it.

For us.

***NEXT MORNING***

I wake up to find everyone already stirring.

Big day today.

Every rebellion begins with a spark.

I am the spark.

We walk as a whole to the bridge.

A stage made of wooden crates is at the heart of the crowd.

Jack, Crutchie and I make our way to the crates.

Jack pulls me up, and I pull Crutchie up.

We introduce ourselves, and say a few relevant points.

Suddenly, something cold splatters against my back.

Smells like tomato.

I whip around, and a group of boys laugh, booing us.

Jack and I storm over, and I know Davey, Blink, and Crutchie are right behind us.

"Well well, if it ain't the Brooklyn Boys. I never thought."

The boy who threw the tomato steps forward.

"A girl as a newsie?"

I nod.

"We gonna have a problem, Charlie?"

He shrugs.

"Why a strike? Isn't that pointless...?"

I shake my head violently.

"Well. Hope the best for the crip."

I grab his collar.

"Touch my boys, and I will seriously throw you in the refuge myself."

His face fills with fear.

He signals to the group and they stroll off of the bridge.

Crutchie puts an arm on my shoulder.

"Don't worry about me, okay?"

I nod and we walk off, dismissing the crowd.

As we walk home, I rant about them.

Crutchie's arm still lingers on my shoulder.

((Heheheh who caught the Hunger Games reference in dere???))