Flip ~ A Spot Conlon Fanfic

Chapter 2: Flip

Recap~ "You're ok, Cora." Jack whispered as I dug my head into his chest, sobbing.

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Cora's POV* 3 Years Later

"In 1899, the street of New York City echoed with the voices of Newsies, peddeling the newspapers of Joseph Pulitzer, William Randolph Hearst and other giants of the newspaper world. On every corner, you saw 'em carrying the banner, bringing you the news for a penny a pape. Poor orphans and runaways, the Newsies were a ragged army, without a leader, until one day when all that changed." Racetrack narrated.

"Boots!" Kloppman exclaimed as I dug my head into my pillow. "Skittery. Skittery. Skittery!" Kloppman exclaimed, smacking Skittery's foot which was hanging over his bedframe.

"Wha...I didn't do it!" Skittery exclaimed, shooting up in bed.

"What do you mean, you didn't do it? Get up. Get up! When you get up, you have to get up!" Kloppman told him, lightly smacking his face.

"Flip, up!" Kloppman exclaimed, smacking my ankle as I rubbed my eyes.

"I'm up." I said, yawning as I sat up, jumping down from my top bunk.

"Snitch! Get up! Get up!" Kloppman exclaimed as I gently kicked a boy sucking his thumb. "Everybody's sleeping. They sleep their lives away, these kids! The presses are rolling!" Kloppman exclaimed as I looked around for my shirt, but couldn't find it.

"Blink, where's my shirt!" I exclaimed since I happen to know that he likes to steal my clothes.

"What shirt?" he asked me, smirking as I put my hand on my hip. "Here." He said, tossing it to me as I rolled my eyes.

"Carry the banner! Sell the papers!" Kloppman exclaimed, walking back down the stairs. I grabbed all of my clothes, walking into the bathrooms and into a changing stall as I changed into my white sleeveless shirt, grey vest, grey jeans, and black shoes. I then walked back into the bedrooms, seeing Snipeshooter stealing Racetrack's cigar.

[RACETRACK]                                                                                                       That's my cigar

[SNIPESHOOTER]
You'll steal anudder

[KID BLINK]
Hey! Hey, bummers. We got work to do

[SPECS]                                                                                                                   Since when did you become me mudder?

[CRUTCHY]
Ah, stop yer bawling!

[NEWSIES]
Hey! Who ast you?

"So, how'd you sleep, Jack?" Mush asked him.

"On my back Much." Jack told him, trying to end the conversation.

"Haha. Hear that, fellas? Hear what Jack said? I asked Jack how he slept and he said on me back Mush." Mush told us all, fake fighting with Jack as we all glared at him.

"Too early for that Mush." I grumbled as I pushed him into the bathrooms. 

"Hey, Flip." Crutchy said as I looked at him. "When I walk, does it look like I'm faking it?" he asked me.

"Who says you're faking it?" I asked him as we walked into the bathrooms.

"I dunno. It's just there's so many fake crips on the street today, a real crip ain't got a chance. I gotta find me a new selling spot where they ain't used to seeing me." Crutchy said to me as I grabbed a brush, starting to brush my hair.