Newsies don't sell papes(twich)

[Twich]

He took the papers timidly. "Uhh, n-no." he said embarsed, he looked at his feet. He wiped his nose on his sleve and coughed. "Sorry" he said. It was a habbit she had told him he would have to break.


On the other side, Twich felt great, had had gotten a full night sleep, no all nigth shifts, no uncal screaming in his ear, nope, nothin, and it felt great. He had eatin dinner last night and was still fill, and on top of that he had made a friend, not one of the nuns from the church who insested some guy he couldn't see was his friend. No, he had a real friend. On top of all that, he had woken up not having to worry about food, or what the day would hold. Life was good.

[Twich]

Twich wrinkled his eyebrows and cocked his head. "B-b-but is that n-n-not lying?" he asked her in a concerned tone. If he told a lie, somehow, it always resulted in a smack upside the head.


He looked at the money in her hand and how easily she had gotten it. He shrugged and shouted exactly what she had, then quickly covered his head In case someone was just waiting to hit him. A tall man in a suite place a penny in his hand. He looked Satrsage for approval. the man cleared his throat nosily. "O-o-oh sorry, I-I, forgot." the man smirked at him a grabbed the pape. Twich hung his head.

[Twich]

Twich shuffled his feet and turn the shinny penny over in his hand. He stared at it, he had maybe it 30 seconds when before it had taken him hours of hard labor, and all he had to do was stand on a curb and shout out lies.


He looked at Starsage and took a deep breath, with all he had, yelled out the "improved" headline, out of habit he covered his head again. When he looked up a young lady was standing before him holding the hand of a small boy digging in her pocket -book. She pulled out a nickel and smiled. "Here" she said "Keep the change, you look like you need it." Twich handed her the paper and stood open mouthed. He turned to Starsage. "D-d-did y-y-you s-s-see t-t-that?" he asked excitedly "s-s-she gave m-m-me a n-n-nickel!" he could barely keep control of him self.

[Twich]

Twich happly yelled out the headlines, makeing up his own creative titles every one in a while, olny becoming discouraged a few times. He tag along chasing after Starsage. He triped and fell over his large clumsey bare feet, Twich never wore shoes. But he rose to his feet and grined in a goofy maner.


For the first the he could rember, he was acutally have fun. He always had had work to do, people to please, but this, this he didn't see as work, but more of a game, competing agenst other kids for coustemers, he simply loved every moment of it.

[Twich]

((Uhhh, I don't care, you lead me!!))