Love Is A First (Spot Conlon Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Tempest's POV-

I got up and was the first to reach the Distribution Center.

"100 Papers" I said, slamming down the money.

"No can do" Weasel said.

"Excuse me Weasel! Give me my papers. I gave you the money." I yelled, pulling out my staff.

"10 cents a hundred" Morris said, sticking his head out the window.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Pulitzer raised the price. Now pay up!" Weasel said.

"Forget it" I yelled.

"Jack! They raised the price! 10 cents a hundred" Blink yelled.

"This'll bust me, I'm barely making a living right now." Skittery exclaimed.

"I'll be back sleeping on the streets." Boots sighed.

"It don't make no sense. I mean, all the money Pulitzer's making, why would he gouge us?" Mush muttered.

"Because he's a tight wad, that's why!" Race insulted.

"Pipe down, it's just a gag. So, why the jack up Weasel?" Jack asked.

"Why not? It's a nice day. Why don'tcha ask Mr. Pulitzer?" Weasel sneered.

"They can't do this to me Jack." Blink sighed.

"They can do whatever they want. It's their stinkin' paper." Race countered again.

"It ain't fair. We got no rights at all." Boots muttered.

"Come on, it's a rigged deck. They got all the marbles." Race muttered.

"Jack, we got no choice, so why don't we get our lousy papes while they still got some, huh?" Mush sighed, giving in.

"No! Nobody's going anywhere. They can't get away with this!" I yelled.

"Give them some room, give them some room. Let them think." Les yelled, running over and sat next to me.

"Jack, you done thinkin' yet?" Race asked.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! World employees only on this side of the gate!" Weasel yelled. I poked my staff at him and cursed.

"Well, listen. One thing for sure, if we don't sell papes, then nobody sells papes. Nobody comes through those gates until they put the price back to where it was." I announced.

"You mean like a strike?" David asked.

"Yeah, like a strike!" Jack exclaimed.

"Are you out of your mind?" Race yelled.

"It's a good idea!" Jack said.

"Jack, I was only joking. We can't go on strike, we don't have a union." David sighed.

"But, if we go on strike, then we are a union, right?" Jack asked.

"No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money. Maybe if we got every newsie in New York, but..." David started.

"Yeah, well we organize. Crutchy, you take up for collection. We get all the newsies of New York together." Jack ordered.

"Jack, this isn't a joke. You saw what happened to those trolley workers." David countered.

"Yeah, well that's another good idea. Any newsie don't join with us, then we bust their heads like the trolley workers." Jack yelled, getting a cheer from the newsies.

"Stop and think about this Jack. You can't just rush everybody into this" David said. I rolled my eyes, this negativity was really starting to show.