Cassie's Santa Fe Adventure - By ShoeGoil (Cassie)
DISCLAIMER ~ Newsies is the property of Disney. But I am the property of myself. I know I am an
interesting person, so I don't blame you for wanting to put me in your stories. Please ask for
permission, so I can make sure that you are my friend, otherwise I don't want a story written
about me. Um, yeah. I am also the owner of the name ShoeGoil. That is my name. Do not steal
my name. I am cool cuz that is my name. Thank you. I luv you!! (in a non- david/denton way, of
course!!)
Part 15
I woke up, but my eyes were closed. It was hot, but wet, and I felt like I was laying an a restaurant booth. I could smell burritos and chips, and salsa. I felt my stomach growl with hunger and slowly opened my eyes.
I was surprised to see my mom and dad and brother looking over me with worried looks on their faces. I gasped and sat up to hug them.
�I�m sorry! I�m so sorry! I will never do anything like that again!�
�Shush, Cassie, it�s okay. You didn�t know it would be hot.� She looked at me strange.
�Mom, Dad? Weren�t you worried about me?� My dad patted my shoulder.
�Of course we were worried about you. You almost fainted. But you�re okay now, aren�t you?� I smiled and nodded my head.
�Oh, of course I�m okay.� How weird. I guess all that had just been a dream. A very real dream, but a dream nonetheless. �No, I�m not okay. I�m hungry.� I picked up my fork and started to cut a chalupa.
�Cassie, honey. I don�t think so.� My mom took it from me and handed me a salad. �Try that. It isn�t quite so strong.� I smiled at her and shrugged.
�Okay.� I put some lettuce in my mouth and was about to swallow it when I almost choked from surprise at something I saw on the wall. It was a newspaper clipping, with a picture of a boy and a girl singing. The headline said �Vaudeville duo entertains Santa Fe.� The picture looked kinda familiar, almost like...Nah, that couldn�t be. I brought my hand up through my hair, and felt something on my head. I took it off and looked at it.
�A daisy chain,� I whispered to myself. Just then, a waiter came up to our table.
�Se�orita, I have been instructed to give you this.� He handed me an old yellowed envelope. I looked at him puzzled, then shrugged and opened it. Inside, there was a note.
�Dear Cassie
We thought you�d wanna have something to remmeber us by. Don�t be a stranger. Visit us again soon.
Your Newsies"
�What is it, honey?� my mom asked. I looked at her and smiled.
�Oh, it�s just a letter from my friends." I smiled secretly and put the letter back in the envelope, this time pulling out an old yellowed newspaper clipping, matching the one on the wall, all while whistling "Look at me! I'm the King of New York!"
Part 15
I woke up, but my eyes were closed. It was hot, but wet, and I felt like I was laying an a restaurant booth. I could smell burritos and chips, and salsa. I felt my stomach growl with hunger and slowly opened my eyes.
I was surprised to see my mom and dad and brother looking over me with worried looks on their faces. I gasped and sat up to hug them.
�I�m sorry! I�m so sorry! I will never do anything like that again!�
�Shush, Cassie, it�s okay. You didn�t know it would be hot.� She looked at me strange.
�Mom, Dad? Weren�t you worried about me?� My dad patted my shoulder.
�Of course we were worried about you. You almost fainted. But you�re okay now, aren�t you?� I smiled and nodded my head.
�Oh, of course I�m okay.� How weird. I guess all that had just been a dream. A very real dream, but a dream nonetheless. �No, I�m not okay. I�m hungry.� I picked up my fork and started to cut a chalupa.
�Cassie, honey. I don�t think so.� My mom took it from me and handed me a salad. �Try that. It isn�t quite so strong.� I smiled at her and shrugged.
�Okay.� I put some lettuce in my mouth and was about to swallow it when I almost choked from surprise at something I saw on the wall. It was a newspaper clipping, with a picture of a boy and a girl singing. The headline said �Vaudeville duo entertains Santa Fe.� The picture looked kinda familiar, almost like...Nah, that couldn�t be. I brought my hand up through my hair, and felt something on my head. I took it off and looked at it.
�A daisy chain,� I whispered to myself. Just then, a waiter came up to our table.
�Se�orita, I have been instructed to give you this.� He handed me an old yellowed envelope. I looked at him puzzled, then shrugged and opened it. Inside, there was a note.
�Dear Cassie
We thought you�d wanna have something to remmeber us by. Don�t be a stranger. Visit us again soon.
Your Newsies"
�What is it, honey?� my mom asked. I looked at her and smiled.
�Oh, it�s just a letter from my friends." I smiled secretly and put the letter back in the envelope, this time pulling out an old yellowed newspaper clipping, matching the one on the wall, all while whistling "Look at me! I'm the King of New York!"
We thought you�d wanna have something to remmeber us by. Don�t be a stranger. Visit us again soon.
Your Newsies"