AAAAA first flashback chapter!!!!
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"That's my cigar!" Racetrack glares at the kid in the bunk next to him. True, it's only a cigar, but this annoys him.
Snipeshooter glares at him straight on. "You'll steal another." He's pretty much asking for it.
"Hey bummers we got work to do!" Kid Blink jumps down from his bunk before anything can happen. He knows that Race and Snipeshooter will listen to him.
"Since when did you become me mother?" Specs teases.
"Ah, stop your bawling!" Crutchy cuts through them. Every day, the same stuff. Why don't they mix it up at all?
Mush joins the crowd as the call after him, "Hey! Who asked you?"
And so the lodging house begins to wake up.
All around Race, people are talking.
He overhears Crutchy proclaim, "I need a new selling spot. I need to go somewhere where they ain't used to seein' me."
And boy, do the newsies know spots for him.
"Try Bottle Alley, or the harbor," Mush says.
"Try Central Park, it's guaranteed," Race adds.
"Try any bank or bum or barber," Jack contributes.
"They almost all knows how to read," Skittery finishes.
All around them, the morning routine begins.
"I smell money-" Blink walks out of the bathroom, confidence for a good selling day growing.
"You smell foul!" Crutchy exclaims and immediately goes another direction.
"Met this girl last night!" Mush announces in a sing-song voice. His eyes flash as he spins Blink around. They tease each other like this.
"Ah, MOVE YOUR ELBOW!" Crutchy yells at Boots. Boots, younger than a lot of them, and just doesn't care.
"Pass the towel!" Race wanders around a little ways with his face covered in soap, arms stretched in front of him, stumbling blindly.
Skittery jumps up on the table, towel above his head. "For a buck I might!"
Not like any of them have a buck.
But still...
"Ain't it a fine life, carrying the banner through it all."
It's not an easy life. But being a newsie is everything.
"A mighty fine life, carrying the banner tough and tall."
They make money and do whatever they want.
"Every morning, we goes where we wishes, we'se as free as fishes, sure beats washin' dishes, ain't it fine life? Carrying the banner home free all!"
They're free from nearly all adults. What more could they want?
Now they get out and about in the streets.
They love bragging about what techniques they use to sell more papers.
"It takes a smile as sweet as butter," Jack claims.
"The kind that ladies can't resist," Crutchy adds.
"It takes an orphan, with a stutter," Race tells them.
"Who ain't afraid to use his-"
"Fist!" Blink cuts in.
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