Ok you guys. You're probably wondering why I'm staring another story when I haven't finished the other. Well I learned I'm not good at writing long stories. I know I'm sorry. So I'm going to put who am I on the sidelines and I'll post chapters when I get muse. Instead, I've decided to make a series of 50 drabble/100 worders/chapters. It'll come and go, and I'll try to do one every day. The title came from the fact that these are thoughts from newsies. They are in no particular order, except the order that they were on the list. Oh, and also, these are modern newsies, which means just people who are newsies, but they never sell papers cause it's 21 century sometimes, and sometimes they are not. I promise I will give details. I PROOOOOOOOOOOOOMISE. Yes I know. You hate me. Oh well. I'll switch perspectives and all that good stuff. So hold on. So… Here we go!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. But this story.

Mistakes

200 word drabble

You sit on top of the building, eyes open, watching the people walk by on the busy sidewalks of Brooklyn. There are men with crates on their backs, carrying them to some destination. Newsies of yours, like Twitch and what seems to be Rabbit, yell the headlines out on the streets. They wave papers in the air, and you can hear the stories from all the way up here.

'Mayor Resigns! Scandal Rocks the Political System in New York!'

You nod. They're doing good. You see storekeepers, sweeping the porches on their properties. You even see mothers, with their children walking down the streets.

But what stands out to you are the couples. Men and women, hand in hand, walking down the street, kissing each other's hands with tender care, or the way their eyes meet and they seem so happy.

You had that once. It was amazing. You loved it. It was the best thing you'd ever had. A person who could make you smile.

But that wasn't the sort of thing you wanted to think about. Because you, Spot Conlon, made mistakes. Terrible mistakes that did bad things to people.

Things that you didn't want to remember anymore.

Rate and Review please. Flame it if you really want to. Give critics on how to make it better. Send me cookies. Today was my first day of school. I cried a little… on the inside.

This chapter was celebrated with a nice short nap. Because I be tired.