Lea of New York

Chapter 2- The New Kids

The gates opened and we flooded in.
I got in line behind Racetrack, still humming our anthem.

"See ya tomorrow, Cowboy." Morris snapped, Stomping into the Distribution Center.

"You're as good as dead, Cowboy." Oscar added, seething.

"Yea, yea, dat's what ya joka's said yes'erday." I called out, causing the boys to laugh.

"Oh, Weasel," Jack called, ringing the bell.

"Alright, alright! Hold ya horses, I'm coming!" Weasel cried, opening the window.

"Ya miss me, Weasel?" Jack said, snatching a paper from the counter and sifting through it.

"I told ya a million times, the names Wisel. Mr. Wisel to you," Weasel said, annoyed. "How many?"

"Don't rush me," Jack said, "I'm perusin the merchandise, 'Weasel'." He added as much emphasis to it as he could. "The usual." Jack ordered, slapping his money on the counter.

"One hundred papers for the wise guy!" Weasel yelled, glaring at Jack.

Jack got his papes from Morris and Oscar as Crutchie steps up to buy his.

"Hiya, Mr. Wisel." Leave it to Crutchie to be nice to everyone.

"30 papes!" Race was up next.

"Mornin' your honor! Listen, do me a favor, spot me 50 papes? I gotta hot tip in da fourth, ya won't waste ya money." Race said confidently, lighting his cigar.

"It's a sure thing?" Weasel questioned, uncertainty showing in his face.

"Yea, not like last time," Race assured him. Weasel thought for a moment before shouting, "50 papes for the Racer!" I don't know how he does it, but it saves him loads of money. I leaned over his shoulder to read the pape.

"See anythin' good?" I asked.

"Next!" Weasel yelled. I walk forward.

"Mornin', Weasel," I sneered, grinning.

Weasel groaned and rolled his eyes.

"What kinda attitude is dat?" I asked mockingly.

"Just order ya papes and leave." Weasel growled.

"How many ya think Ise gonna get?" I snapped sarcastically, slapping my money on the counter. "The usual."

"One hundred papes for da Leapin Lemur!" Weasel called, handing me my papes. "Beat it!"

I smirked, moving over to my brudda. I took a look in the top pape, hoping for a good story. I didn't read very much before I noticed the little kid from earlier watching us. Jack noticed him too.

"Hey kid, ya wanna sit?" He said, patting the space next to him. The kid plopped down. I realized they were here to sell papes. I was a bit shocked.

"How many?" Weaseling asked, hands spread out on the counter.

"20 papers, please," The older boy asked.

"Look at this!" I said, turning to Race, "'Baby Born With Two Heads'."

"Must be from Brooklyn," Race replied, making me chuckle.

"Hey, you got your papes, now beat it!" I heard Weasel shout. I turned to see the older boy counting his papes.

"I paid for 20, but you gave me 19," He said.

"Are you accusing me of lying?" Weasel snapped.

"No, I just want my paper." He said, poor kid looked like he'd never gotten yelled at in his whole life.