Chapter 8- Oatmeal Boy
September 5, 1900
It has been a week since Blink and I escaped from the refuge and I have been living under the brooklyn docks, with my new boyfriend, Spot.
I have also started selling papes as a Newsie. Spot showed me all the tricks about selling the papes.
He even gave me a newsie nickname, Flame.
-Flame, formally known as becca
"Flame, Flame! Wake up! It's time ta start carryin da banna!" spot said, tapping me on the shoulder. 'Don wanna..." I moaned.
Spot shook his head and sat down on me. "Hey!" i said , popping up."C'mon, you's gosta git dressed!" he said. "I's ain't gonna wait fer eva, even if yous is me goil" I smiled. "You's betta, or else i's gonna find me a new boyfriend" i said. He put his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss.
"C'mon Spotty boy! You's too cain't sit dere all day!" said Caveman, spots large, and very unattractive, sidekick. Spot pulled away from me and smiled. I grabbed my clothes and went into our poor excuse for a bathroom. We didn't have running water because we lived , with about 12 other newsies, Under the Docks of Brooklyn.
It's not much of a home , but I got used to it.
"Hey Flame, you's ready?" spot called. I came out of the "bathroom" dressed in my newsie attire. "Les go" I said as I took spots arm.
Ten minutes later, we had gotten our papes and split up.
To day I was selling in my usual spot by the market, when I saw another newsie, across the street from me. He had a mushy complextion, and dark brown hair. I had only seen him once before, at the Manhattahn Lodging house. I waved to him and he came over.
"Hi , i's Flame" i said , spitting in my hand and holding it out. He smiled and did the same. "I's Mush." "Did anyone eva tell you dat yer skin is da color a oatmeal?" I asked. "Yeah, dats why dey call me mush." we laughed. "Flame, is you de goil blink brought back from da refuge?" mush asked.
"Yeah." "I's tought you looked familiar." I smiled. "so... what ya doin sellin down heah?" I asked. "Well, I was jus' lookin' ta see what pretty goils I could run into. Tell me if ya see any." "Is dat so, mista?" I grinned and began to tickle him. "No! no! please!" he said, half pleading, half laughing. "Serves ya right!"
"Ok, ok... I take it back!" he cried, pulling away from my grasp. I looked into his eyes. A carefree smile seemed to be in them, much like the one I used to have... I turned away from him and began nervously twirling a lock of my hair. "Well, I better be goin back ta sellin," I said. "Yeah"
I ran across the street and ducked out of sight.
"Wow. Dats some goil," mush said, smiling. "Dats right mush, and she's my goil," came the familiar voice of Spot. He walked infront of mush. "See ya at tibby's, oatmeal boy"
September 5, 1900
It has been a week since Blink and I escaped from the refuge and I have been living under the brooklyn docks, with my new boyfriend, Spot.
I have also started selling papes as a Newsie. Spot showed me all the tricks about selling the papes.
He even gave me a newsie nickname, Flame.
-Flame, formally known as becca
"Flame, Flame! Wake up! It's time ta start carryin da banna!" spot said, tapping me on the shoulder. 'Don wanna..." I moaned.
Spot shook his head and sat down on me. "Hey!" i said , popping up."C'mon, you's gosta git dressed!" he said. "I's ain't gonna wait fer eva, even if yous is me goil" I smiled. "You's betta, or else i's gonna find me a new boyfriend" i said. He put his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss.
"C'mon Spotty boy! You's too cain't sit dere all day!" said Caveman, spots large, and very unattractive, sidekick. Spot pulled away from me and smiled. I grabbed my clothes and went into our poor excuse for a bathroom. We didn't have running water because we lived , with about 12 other newsies, Under the Docks of Brooklyn.
It's not much of a home , but I got used to it.
"Hey Flame, you's ready?" spot called. I came out of the "bathroom" dressed in my newsie attire. "Les go" I said as I took spots arm.
Ten minutes later, we had gotten our papes and split up.
To day I was selling in my usual spot by the market, when I saw another newsie, across the street from me. He had a mushy complextion, and dark brown hair. I had only seen him once before, at the Manhattahn Lodging house. I waved to him and he came over.
"Hi , i's Flame" i said , spitting in my hand and holding it out. He smiled and did the same. "I's Mush." "Did anyone eva tell you dat yer skin is da color a oatmeal?" I asked. "Yeah, dats why dey call me mush." we laughed. "Flame, is you de goil blink brought back from da refuge?" mush asked.
"Yeah." "I's tought you looked familiar." I smiled. "so... what ya doin sellin down heah?" I asked. "Well, I was jus' lookin' ta see what pretty goils I could run into. Tell me if ya see any." "Is dat so, mista?" I grinned and began to tickle him. "No! no! please!" he said, half pleading, half laughing. "Serves ya right!"
"Ok, ok... I take it back!" he cried, pulling away from my grasp. I looked into his eyes. A carefree smile seemed to be in them, much like the one I used to have... I turned away from him and began nervously twirling a lock of my hair. "Well, I better be goin back ta sellin," I said. "Yeah"
I ran across the street and ducked out of sight.
"Wow. Dats some goil," mush said, smiling. "Dats right mush, and she's my goil," came the familiar voice of Spot. He walked infront of mush. "See ya at tibby's, oatmeal boy"