Authors note: I dont own anything that you may recognize from the newsies, everything else is mine and mine alone. now without further ado please enjoy my story.

I ran as quickly as my legs could take me down the cold wet streets of manhattan new york. Once the boat had docked in the New York harbor I made my escape. I did not have much time to glance over my shoulder to see if I was being followed, so I glanced over my shoulder quickly to be sure that I was not followed. I continued running til I found an alley full of boxes so I ducked inside and hid. I was hiding from the world around me. Everyone that I loved I had lost and the rest just betrayed me. Hiding amongst the boxes I thought about my family. My family that I would probably never see again. My life before my step father took over and ruinned everything. The man that came into my life and destroyed who I was while my mother sat back and watched with unseeing eyes.

I was born in Sydney Austrailia on June 3 1883. At the young age of seven my father and brother were gunned down in cold blood. My mother remarried not long after and life seemed great. I had a new baby sister and we were a family. That was until I had turned not so sweet sixteen. AT age sixteen my stepfather arranged foro me to be married to a man named Mitchell. Mitchell was nice but he was way to old in my opinion. But since when does my opinion matter? Here in Austrailia it never matters. So here I am sixteen and engaged to a fifty four year old man who already has two grown sons. I know what you are thinking most people immigrate from Ireland or England, but not me. I had lpng brown hair with spiral curls that went down to my bottom. My eyes were the color of the crystal blue ocean in austrailia, I was average height standing at 5 ft 4 inches and weighed 115 pounds.

Anyway enough about me and my past. You will hear more about that later. Now back to why I am hiding in an alley. You see the man Mitchell had brought me to America to meet his sons. HE wanted to show off his new bride to be. Oscar and Morris were to be my stepsons but they were at least five years older than me. I sat there thinking about how I could hide myself permanently and fell into a dreamless sleep.

I was most likely asleep for about fifteen minutes before a harsh male voice woke me up.

"Heya you'se goil! Geddup. Who you'se tink you are. What you'se doin here sleepin by da lodgin house?"

I opened my eyes and found muself staring into the ice blue eyes of what looked like one of those newsies or whatever they are called.

"Nothing" I answered back just as harshly. "Anyway who are you to ask? What are you God or something?"

The boy just smirked which pissed me off even more. "Why I'se Spot Conlon, Da most feared and respected newsie in all of New York and da King of Brooklyn."

I returned his smirk with an equally arrogant one. "oh, I am so sorry your highness. But excuse me if you are the king of Brooklyn then shouldnt you be there instead of here in Manhattan where you don't mean crap. Oh and as far as being feared. Whats there to fear you look like an overgrown fish out of water."

Spot Conlon got right up in my face his smirk gone and replaced by anger. But I was not about to back down. I was tired of being pushed around by men.

"You'se got spunk goil but if you'se wanna soivive dese streets you'se gotta have more respect and know you'se place in society." He growled at me. Before I had a chance to sya anything back a voice came from the end of the alley.

"Hey Spot what do you have there?" A man shouted. I looked up to see the ugliest man ever. He resembled Mitchell and I quickly ducked my head trying to hide myself. Spot must have noticed because he smirked at me before turning back to the man.

"Nothin Morris jes me and me goil tawkin. Why you'se wanna stoit sometin?" Spot glared at him. Morris shook his head quickly and ran out of the alley that was when Spot turned to me his eyes blazing with anger and confusion.

"Explain." He commanded leaning on his cane.

"It is a very long story." I told him hoping he would not want to hear it and just walk away. But boy was I wrong, he sat down on a few crates cocked an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest.

" Well I'se gots all da toim in da woild." He smirked at me then gestured for me to go on and explain things to him. I really did not want to relive the memories so I looked at Spot again pleading with him to drop the subject. But he continued to stare at me in a way that made me want to tell him all of my deepest and darkest secrets. I lowered my head and took a breath before looking up at Spot.

"Well," I began hesitantly. I really did not want to tell him anything at all but his stare was so intense and so scary that I continued. As soon as I finished I looked up at Spot with pleading eyes. His gaze went from confusion to concern causing mine to well up with tears.

"Hey hey dont you'se go cryin." He said comfortingly."I'se will help you'se." Then he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and began to guide me out of the alley for some strange reason I felt that I could trust him with my life. I knew somehow that he would really help me.