Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies. Disney owns them. I do however own
any original character you see throughout the story.
This is my first fan fiction so for those who review please be nice.
A boy, all of seven years pulled his young girl of five years along the cold, dark streets of New York, towards a two-story building. It had two doors with stairs leading to each home. On the top of each door was a sign. The one on the right read, "Dr. Thomas K. Brown," and the one on the left read, "Dr. Christopher T. Shuma." One was a doctor and the other a dentist.
The boy sat he young girl down after clearing a spot of snow. "Stay 'ere." He ordered.
"I wanna go with ya." She cried, clinging tightly to his shirt.
"Listen, ya gotta stay 'ere till I get back. I got some stuff I gotta do."
"Ya comin' back, 'ight."
"Of course." The boy thought for a moment and pulled off the dark blue bandana from around his neck. "Gimme you'se." The young girl pulled off her red one. "You'se take mine and Ill take you'se. Now I gotta come back. I want me blue one back." The girl nodded, seeming satisfied. The boy kissed her one the top of her head and ran off towards an alley.
The young curled up into a tight ball as the snow began to fall. Her shoulders shook slightly and tears froze on her cheek. She slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Dr. Thomas Brown, a man in his late thirties and his wife Estella were huddled close together laughing. They looked up and noticed a small bundle on their doorstep. They both hurried over and were surprised to find it was a little girl. "Quick dear, we've got to get her inside where it is warm." Dr. Brown said to his wife.
My eyes opened, remembering that dream I was having. It is the same dream I was having ever sense my brother left me, yet it seems over the years to become cloudier in my mind. I reach under the pillow and pull out the dark blue bandana. My fingers trace the initials on it, "F.S." My mother had sewn them on a week before she died and left my brother and me on our own. My father is in prison for abuse and theft.
This is my first fan fiction so for those who review please be nice.
A boy, all of seven years pulled his young girl of five years along the cold, dark streets of New York, towards a two-story building. It had two doors with stairs leading to each home. On the top of each door was a sign. The one on the right read, "Dr. Thomas K. Brown," and the one on the left read, "Dr. Christopher T. Shuma." One was a doctor and the other a dentist.
The boy sat he young girl down after clearing a spot of snow. "Stay 'ere." He ordered.
"I wanna go with ya." She cried, clinging tightly to his shirt.
"Listen, ya gotta stay 'ere till I get back. I got some stuff I gotta do."
"Ya comin' back, 'ight."
"Of course." The boy thought for a moment and pulled off the dark blue bandana from around his neck. "Gimme you'se." The young girl pulled off her red one. "You'se take mine and Ill take you'se. Now I gotta come back. I want me blue one back." The girl nodded, seeming satisfied. The boy kissed her one the top of her head and ran off towards an alley.
The young curled up into a tight ball as the snow began to fall. Her shoulders shook slightly and tears froze on her cheek. She slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Dr. Thomas Brown, a man in his late thirties and his wife Estella were huddled close together laughing. They looked up and noticed a small bundle on their doorstep. They both hurried over and were surprised to find it was a little girl. "Quick dear, we've got to get her inside where it is warm." Dr. Brown said to his wife.
My eyes opened, remembering that dream I was having. It is the same dream I was having ever sense my brother left me, yet it seems over the years to become cloudier in my mind. I reach under the pillow and pull out the dark blue bandana. My fingers trace the initials on it, "F.S." My mother had sewn them on a week before she died and left my brother and me on our own. My father is in prison for abuse and theft.