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 1
"We're almost there, aren't we?!" I shrieked as I set down my new book, "About Time," by Jack Finney, which I had recieved two days earlier for my sixteenth birthday. It was a collection of short stories written about time travel, and it had held my complete attention, until now.
"We've still got an hour or more," my dad answered me.
"No, Sweetie. Just half an hour," my mom corrected. I decided I would rather believe her, I was hungry for lunch, and I hadn't used the "facilites" since 8:30 that morning, and it was already after 1:00.
I decided to settle back with my disc man, and listen to my Newsie soundtrack, especially song number three, to get me into the mood for our next stop on our four week road trip, which just so happened to be Santa Fe. You see, when my mother first started planning for our trip and said we'd be staying a night with her cousin in New Mexico, I started to freak out, then I begged her to make a little stop in Santa Fe, so I could see what Jack Kelly had really been after.
I must have dozed off to the slow, beautiful dronings of Christian Bale, because I felt a stab into my side as my brother poked me. "Get up, you Anasazi!" he said, using and Indian word we had learned at Mesa Verde the day before.
"Where are we?"
"Tomasita's"
"What is that?" My mom sighed, tiredly.
"It's a restaurant. We don't know what it is like, we have never been here." I could tell she was getting irratated, so I grabbed my purse, stuffing my disc man and book into it. She eyed me, and I glared back. She just didn't understand me. We hurried for the cover of the building, away from the rain.
"This place looks homey," my dad said. I shrugged my shoulders, in half-agreement, half-boredome. I wanted to see some of Santa Fe, and this place was just old and stupid.
My mom went up to the front desk, where they gave her a beeper and said "When this buzzes, it means your table is ready." I picked up a menu to look at while we had to wait. It was at that moment that I first saw the full name of the restaurant, because it said "Welcome to Tomasita's Santa Fe Station." I was estatic.
"This was the station that Jack's train would've come, if Jack had gone to Santa Fe at the end of Newsies, well, if Jack was real, he would've come here." I started to think weird thoughts like that (I didn't say it out loud, though! Are you crazy? My brother would've punched me for making him look stupid in public)
Our buzzer buzzed, so it was time to go to our table: a cozy booth. I orded two chalupas, with red chile, and the waitres said "Are you sure? The chile is very spicy." I nodded my head, I was not a baby, I was from Southern California, so of course I could handle hot mexican food.
When the food arrived, I dug into my food, I was starving. My mom said, "Slow down, you might not realize the amount of chile you've eaten until it is too late." I looked at her like she was an idiot, wile putting another big bite into my mouth.
"I can handle it, mom," I said after I swallowed. But a second later, I felt a wave of heat from the back of my mouth, and I grabbed my class of water. B-I-G mistake. There is some kind of chile that gets hotter when you drink cold water, and this was one of those kinds. I sucked in a sharp breath and the last thing I remembered before it all went black was my mom screaming for 9-1-1.
Part 1
"We're almost there, aren't we?!" I shrieked as I set down my new book, "About Time," by Jack Finney, which I had recieved two days earlier for my sixteenth birthday. It was a collection of short stories written about time travel, and it had held my complete attention, until now.
"We've still got an hour or more," my dad answered me.
"No, Sweetie. Just half an hour," my mom corrected. I decided I would rather believe her, I was hungry for lunch, and I hadn't used the "facilites" since 8:30 that morning, and it was already after 1:00.
I decided to settle back with my disc man, and listen to my Newsie soundtrack, especially song number three, to get me into the mood for our next stop on our four week road trip, which just so happened to be Santa Fe. You see, when my mother first started planning for our trip and said we'd be staying a night with her cousin in New Mexico, I started to freak out, then I begged her to make a little stop in Santa Fe, so I could see what Jack Kelly had really been after.
I must have dozed off to the slow, beautiful dronings of Christian Bale, because I felt a stab into my side as my brother poked me. "Get up, you Anasazi!" he said, using and Indian word we had learned at Mesa Verde the day before.
"Where are we?"
"Tomasita's"
"What is that?" My mom sighed, tiredly.
"It's a restaurant. We don't know what it is like, we have never been here." I could tell she was getting irratated, so I grabbed my purse, stuffing my disc man and book into it. She eyed me, and I glared back. She just didn't understand me. We hurried for the cover of the building, away from the rain.
"This place looks homey," my dad said. I shrugged my shoulders, in half-agreement, half-boredome. I wanted to see some of Santa Fe, and this place was just old and stupid.
My mom went up to the front desk, where they gave her a beeper and said "When this buzzes, it means your table is ready." I picked up a menu to look at while we had to wait. It was at that moment that I first saw the full name of the restaurant, because it said "Welcome to Tomasita's Santa Fe Station." I was estatic.
"This was the station that Jack's train would've come, if Jack had gone to Santa Fe at the end of Newsies, well, if Jack was real, he would've come here." I started to think weird thoughts like that (I didn't say it out loud, though! Are you crazy? My brother would've punched me for making him look stupid in public)
Our buzzer buzzed, so it was time to go to our table: a cozy booth. I orded two chalupas, with red chile, and the waitres said "Are you sure? The chile is very spicy." I nodded my head, I was not a baby, I was from Southern California, so of course I could handle hot mexican food.
When the food arrived, I dug into my food, I was starving. My mom said, "Slow down, you might not realize the amount of chile you've eaten until it is too late." I looked at her like she was an idiot, wile putting another big bite into my mouth.
"I can handle it, mom," I said after I swallowed. But a second later, I felt a wave of heat from the back of my mouth, and I grabbed my class of water. B-I-G mistake. There is some kind of chile that gets hotter when you drink cold water, and this was one of those kinds. I sucked in a sharp breath and the last thing I remembered before it all went black was my mom screaming for 9-1-1.