AN: I kinda' need a title and I have clue!!! So…I'm open to suggestion. I
hope I find a title soon!!! 0:) Read, Review, Enjoy…
Disclaimer: Well, I don't own 'da Newsies…although wish I could. (Mush, anyways) PLEASE DON' SUE ME!!!
Title: Unknown
Written by: Hush
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Ah, Valentine's Day. The day romance was truly in the air. As usual, I was stuck at home babysitting my sister. She was by far the most spoiled person I have ever met in my entire life! She was lazy and her stomach always bulged out from underneath her shirt. She would always walk around the house with an ugly look on her face.
As for my parents, well I never really knew them. We were of rich society. My parents were always at parties and I wasn't allowed to have a life. I never really knew what having a friend was like. My mother thought that once I got out of the house, I would a meet a boy, particularly a poor boy. She didn't want me to get caught up in that kind of stuff. My father was either at parties with my mother, or traveling. He was a journalist for the New York World. He was one of Joseph Pulitzer's top reporters. They knew each other very well.
Because of this, my father would always bring up how sales were doing. He liked to sit at the dinner table and talk bad about the newsboys. He would say that the newsboys are the reason why the World wasn't making all the money it should be. He considered them thieves and disliked all of them. I always believed that they were the only reason why the World makes all of its money.
The newsies were fascinating people. They were always looking for a way to make money and sell papers. Many seemed to think of selling papes as a game, the way they would fabricate stories that would help them sell. The better the lies, the more money they made.
Yes, I often wondered what it would be like to not have any worries and have so many friends as they do. Who knows, I could be wrong. They probably have more worries than I've ever imagined. The only friend I had was Stitches. He was a beautiful horse. Horses were the only thing I had in my life.
I sat up in my bed and let out a yawn. Sleepiness was still hanging in my eyelids. I stretched and got up out of bed. After I got dressed, I went down the long stairs and looked at the table. There was a long list of chores I was to do. The usual stuff was at the top and the least important chores were at the bottom. Wash dishes…scrub floors…clean sister's room. As I skimmed through the list, my eyes wandered to 'buy newspaper'. I figured since I could get out the house, I'd do this chore first. I threw on my overcoat and shoes and walked out the door. Since my sister was in her room playing with her porcelain dolls, I thought she wouldn't miss me.
There was a usual breeze blowing down into the city. I could smell the sea breeze in the air. I looked for the nearest crowd and found a newsboy. There were two. One had an eye patch, the other with brown, curly hair, and a soft smile on his face.
"I'll take one paper, please." I said.
The two handed me a paper at the same time. Both of them had an eager look on their faces.
"One thanks." I flipped a penny up in the air and and the one with the eye patch caught it. The other looked disappointed.
"T'ank you very much, miss!" He replied.
"No problem boys!" I said back and flipped another penny to the other newsie.
"'Da name's Blink! Kid Blink! Hopefully be seein' youse around!" The boy with the patch called. I began to walk away and noticed the boy with the curly hair was blushing and gripping the penny in his palm. I smiled and kept walking.
End of Chapter 1
AN: So what do ya think? I know, I know! It's kinda' boring and trite, but it'll get much better! TRUST ME!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! No flames!
Disclaimer: Well, I don't own 'da Newsies…although wish I could. (Mush, anyways) PLEASE DON' SUE ME!!!
Title: Unknown
Written by: Hush
***
Ah, Valentine's Day. The day romance was truly in the air. As usual, I was stuck at home babysitting my sister. She was by far the most spoiled person I have ever met in my entire life! She was lazy and her stomach always bulged out from underneath her shirt. She would always walk around the house with an ugly look on her face.
As for my parents, well I never really knew them. We were of rich society. My parents were always at parties and I wasn't allowed to have a life. I never really knew what having a friend was like. My mother thought that once I got out of the house, I would a meet a boy, particularly a poor boy. She didn't want me to get caught up in that kind of stuff. My father was either at parties with my mother, or traveling. He was a journalist for the New York World. He was one of Joseph Pulitzer's top reporters. They knew each other very well.
Because of this, my father would always bring up how sales were doing. He liked to sit at the dinner table and talk bad about the newsboys. He would say that the newsboys are the reason why the World wasn't making all the money it should be. He considered them thieves and disliked all of them. I always believed that they were the only reason why the World makes all of its money.
The newsies were fascinating people. They were always looking for a way to make money and sell papers. Many seemed to think of selling papes as a game, the way they would fabricate stories that would help them sell. The better the lies, the more money they made.
Yes, I often wondered what it would be like to not have any worries and have so many friends as they do. Who knows, I could be wrong. They probably have more worries than I've ever imagined. The only friend I had was Stitches. He was a beautiful horse. Horses were the only thing I had in my life.
I sat up in my bed and let out a yawn. Sleepiness was still hanging in my eyelids. I stretched and got up out of bed. After I got dressed, I went down the long stairs and looked at the table. There was a long list of chores I was to do. The usual stuff was at the top and the least important chores were at the bottom. Wash dishes…scrub floors…clean sister's room. As I skimmed through the list, my eyes wandered to 'buy newspaper'. I figured since I could get out the house, I'd do this chore first. I threw on my overcoat and shoes and walked out the door. Since my sister was in her room playing with her porcelain dolls, I thought she wouldn't miss me.
There was a usual breeze blowing down into the city. I could smell the sea breeze in the air. I looked for the nearest crowd and found a newsboy. There were two. One had an eye patch, the other with brown, curly hair, and a soft smile on his face.
"I'll take one paper, please." I said.
The two handed me a paper at the same time. Both of them had an eager look on their faces.
"One thanks." I flipped a penny up in the air and and the one with the eye patch caught it. The other looked disappointed.
"T'ank you very much, miss!" He replied.
"No problem boys!" I said back and flipped another penny to the other newsie.
"'Da name's Blink! Kid Blink! Hopefully be seein' youse around!" The boy with the patch called. I began to walk away and noticed the boy with the curly hair was blushing and gripping the penny in his palm. I smiled and kept walking.
End of Chapter 1
AN: So what do ya think? I know, I know! It's kinda' boring and trite, but it'll get much better! TRUST ME!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! No flames!