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 3
As Jack and I exited the train station building, I said �Geeze, it�s hot today, isn�t it.�
�Oh, it�s always like dis in Santa Fe. I used ta� t�ink dat New Yawk wuz too cold, and dat it was too crowded. But out here, there�s nothing but grass and fields and hills. I miss da city wid all da bussle and buisness.� I nodded, thinking of how it felt to be uprooted and packed in a car, and to leave the city to travel next to cows all day.
�I know how you feel Jack. Sometimes, you think you want something, and the minute you get it, you realize you didn�t want it at all.� But then I thought of my longings to go back in time, and now that I was there, I didn�t regret it at all. �But Jack, sometimes you think you want something, and you do, and sometimes you get something you�ve wanted and are actually happy.� He nodded and grinned at me.
�You�re pretty smart, fer bein� a teenage goil.�
�And don�t you forget it, Kelly!� I grinned back at him. We walked for a few more steps.
�Here�s da� gen�ral store, dey got�s ever�ting here, including clothes fer respectable wemon.� (Author�s note: I meant to spell it that way!)
I picked out a white shirt and navy blue skirt and black boots with a little heel, and I asked the lady at the counter for the right underclothes. (strangely, she didn�t comment on my outift, but I figured every one in town would know about me by the next afternoon, because of the way she had addressed Jack.)
�Mr. Kelly, who is this? A mail-order bride from the west?� I knew an insult when I heard one.
After we left, I got worried. �Jack, where am I going to change?� I asked him.
�My place, I guess. There�s no where else, really.�
�Are you worried about what that hoity-toity bumpkin says? I�m not.�
He grinned. �I guess you wouldn�t.� I decided to ignore that comment.
�Jack, I can�t let you pay for these clothes. Let me give you some of my money.�
�No, thanks, Shoe. Your money wouldn�t be of any use ta� me, anyways, if it�s California money.� I hit my head with my hand. DUH!! What would he think if I handed him money with the year 1998 on it?
�You�re right, Jack. My California money wouldn�t do you a bit of good. What can I do to pay you back?� He thought for a minute.
�Work at the station wid me, and help me save up for two tickets ta New Yawk.�
�Two tickets?�
�Yeah, I feel responisble fer ya. I have to take ya wid me.� I grinned, ecstatically.
�New York?! Do I get to meet the other newsies?!�
�Ya wantsta meet da newsies?� I nodded my head excitedly. �But, dey�re justa buncha bums!� He grinned, though, and tousled my hair. �Go put some clothes on,� he said, as he handed me the key to his little room which was located at the end of the hall of the inn we had just entered. He stayed in the hall as I went in.
Geeze, talk about an empty room! There was a bed, and a chest with a pitcher on it. It had none of the things I was acusstomed to a motel room having, not just missing a tv, but alwo more essential things, like the bathroom and mirror.
I unwrapped my parcels, and admired the fine handywork. As I dressed, I thought of the way Jack spoke of the newsies. I could tell he loved the guys, I hoped it wasn�t in a David/Denton way. I laughed at my little joke, then turned my attention to trying to figure out how to get dressed. There were so many layers, petticoats, slips, and finally a top skirt, and that was just the bottom. I decided to not use the corset, I was in no mood to make my life any more uncomfortable. I was just putting my shoes on when there was a knock on the door. �Come in!�
Jack opened the door a crack and poked his head in. �Are you done yet? There�s tons to do!� I stared at him, as if he had just grown another head. �You can just leave your things in here, Shoe.� I nodded, but took my purse with me, for protection of my discman.
Part 3
As Jack and I exited the train station building, I said �Geeze, it�s hot today, isn�t it.�
�Oh, it�s always like dis in Santa Fe. I used ta� t�ink dat New Yawk wuz too cold, and dat it was too crowded. But out here, there�s nothing but grass and fields and hills. I miss da city wid all da bussle and buisness.� I nodded, thinking of how it felt to be uprooted and packed in a car, and to leave the city to travel next to cows all day.
�I know how you feel Jack. Sometimes, you think you want something, and the minute you get it, you realize you didn�t want it at all.� But then I thought of my longings to go back in time, and now that I was there, I didn�t regret it at all. �But Jack, sometimes you think you want something, and you do, and sometimes you get something you�ve wanted and are actually happy.� He nodded and grinned at me.
�You�re pretty smart, fer bein� a teenage goil.�
�And don�t you forget it, Kelly!� I grinned back at him. We walked for a few more steps.
�Here�s da� gen�ral store, dey got�s ever�ting here, including clothes fer respectable wemon.� (Author�s note: I meant to spell it that way!)
I picked out a white shirt and navy blue skirt and black boots with a little heel, and I asked the lady at the counter for the right underclothes. (strangely, she didn�t comment on my outift, but I figured every one in town would know about me by the next afternoon, because of the way she had addressed Jack.)
�Mr. Kelly, who is this? A mail-order bride from the west?� I knew an insult when I heard one.
After we left, I got worried. �Jack, where am I going to change?� I asked him.
�My place, I guess. There�s no where else, really.�
�Are you worried about what that hoity-toity bumpkin says? I�m not.�
He grinned. �I guess you wouldn�t.� I decided to ignore that comment.
�Jack, I can�t let you pay for these clothes. Let me give you some of my money.�
�No, thanks, Shoe. Your money wouldn�t be of any use ta� me, anyways, if it�s California money.� I hit my head with my hand. DUH!! What would he think if I handed him money with the year 1998 on it?
�You�re right, Jack. My California money wouldn�t do you a bit of good. What can I do to pay you back?� He thought for a minute.
�Work at the station wid me, and help me save up for two tickets ta New Yawk.�
�Two tickets?�
�Yeah, I feel responisble fer ya. I have to take ya wid me.� I grinned, ecstatically.
�New York?! Do I get to meet the other newsies?!�
�Ya wantsta meet da newsies?� I nodded my head excitedly. �But, dey�re justa buncha bums!� He grinned, though, and tousled my hair. �Go put some clothes on,� he said, as he handed me the key to his little room which was located at the end of the hall of the inn we had just entered. He stayed in the hall as I went in.
Geeze, talk about an empty room! There was a bed, and a chest with a pitcher on it. It had none of the things I was acusstomed to a motel room having, not just missing a tv, but alwo more essential things, like the bathroom and mirror.
I unwrapped my parcels, and admired the fine handywork. As I dressed, I thought of the way Jack spoke of the newsies. I could tell he loved the guys, I hoped it wasn�t in a David/Denton way. I laughed at my little joke, then turned my attention to trying to figure out how to get dressed. There were so many layers, petticoats, slips, and finally a top skirt, and that was just the bottom. I decided to not use the corset, I was in no mood to make my life any more uncomfortable. I was just putting my shoes on when there was a knock on the door. �Come in!�
Jack opened the door a crack and poked his head in. �Are you done yet? There�s tons to do!� I stared at him, as if he had just grown another head. �You can just leave your things in here, Shoe.� I nodded, but took my purse with me, for protection of my discman.