Skipper P.O.V
The following morning, I wake up to find everyone asleep. However, Jack and Crutchie's beds are empty. I slowly get up, careful not to wake anyone. I step onto the fire escape, hearing voices coming from the rooftop above.
I inch up the ladder, listening closely. Sounds like singing, but who would be singing in 90° weather at 6:00 in the morning?!? I reach the level below them on the fire escape, and sit, listening to them.
Soon your friends ah' more like family, and theys' beggin' you to stay... ain't that neat? Livin' sweet. In Santa Fe.....
They share a conversation about gimp legs and palominos, before Crutchie's voice joins with Jack's.
Just hold on kid, till that train makes, Santa Fe.........
I sway dreamily to the sound, my eyelids slowly fluttering. I snap back, climbing up to look at them. "Ready to sell papes'? I know I am!" Jack laughs, climbing down, helping Crutchie too, as do I. As the newsies skip and dance down the street, they sing a merry tune.
Ain't it a fine life, carryin' the banner tru' it all..... a mighty fine life, carryin' the banner tough and all, when that bell rings, we gos' where we wishes, wes' as free as fishes, sure beats washin' dishes, it's a fine life, carryin' the banner home free all!
I sort of sing along, skipping along to the song. A few nuns offer us bread, and I take a small portion, smiling gleefully at them. As we continue, the others sing louder, and skip faster. When we get to the metal gates that I'd seen before, two men in gray suits fumble with a key, unlocking it slowly. "My my, what is that unpleasant aroma?" Jack says jokingly to the men.
They roll their eyes. "How's the headlines, Kelly? Still dragging around that lousy crip?" The taller one says. The short one snickers. Crutchie wobbles out on his crutch, saying something about decency. The tall man kicks his crutch, laughing as he falls over. I gasp, covering my mouth.
The boys explode into rage, Specs acting as a human crutch for him. I pick up the crutch, tucking it under my arm. "I'll have you lot in the refuge soon, I swear." Jack smirks. "You'll havta' catch us first!" And with Specs carrying Crutchie bridal style, we race past them.
((Santa Fe Prologue is bae :3))
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