AN: My first attempt at humor. I'm actually very proud of this first
chappie, though I'm not sure how the second one will turn out. Well,
anyway, enjoy! Reviews apprectiated.
Disclaimer: Disney owns Newsies. Not me. However, I recently acquired fifteen whole cents to my name. I'll buy it, if you want!
Maria sat at her expensive vanity table, gazing in the mirror forlornly. Yet another suitor had come for her, and yet another rejection had been given upon meeting the snotty, overbearing man. Her father kept telling her that you couldn't always judge people by their appearances, but she could tell by his aura that the man was dreadful. It was kind of black, and it wiggled like worms.
Maria often wondered if there was a guy out there for her. One that was kind, smart, and handsome (most importantly, handsome). He would be a real guy, not a pampered rich boy. A real working man of New York, like the extremely cute newsboys that Maria passed everyday on her daily walk to the various charity centers she helped out in.
She noticed that her eyes had drifted with her thoughts, and they faced the invitingly open window, leading out to the balcony. It was the only door of her room (which had five) that wasn't guarded carefully in case she ran away. Even her closet had a body guard standing inside it, which was quite a nuisance when she had to change since he wouldn't move and, despite her father's immense fortune, she didn't have a walk-in closet. She would have to talk to her father about that. Maybe he could buy the orphanage next door, knock it down, and build an extension to their house, so that they would have enough room to build her a large closet for her bodyguard and her huge wardrobe. She nodded. It was a plan.
Picking up her hairbrush, she focused her eyes back on the mirror and her own reflection. She had always been told she was beautiful, but, being a modest girl, knew that she really wasn't. She had thick, curly black hair that was easy to brush, almost fun, and sprang back into place when you pulled on it. Her skin was a delicate ivory with rosebud cheeks, and a near perfect complexion. (If you looked under a microscope, you would be able to see the blackhead that dwelled at the very tip of her cute, slightly upturned nose.) Her mouth was small and firm, yet luscious, and permanently dyed a pretty shade of dark pink from all the lip coloring she applied. Her eyes gazed at you from under thick lashes, deep pools of aqua that shocked anyone who saw her with their intelligence and spirit. (And it's hard to find a make-up that would do that to your eyes. Congrats, Maria.) She would never need glasses, as her vision got steadily better as she got older and was already as sharp as a hawk's. Even her teeth were perfect, as white and square as chiclets (if they had existed back then). The only people more perfect than her in appearance were those cute newsboys she passed every afternoon on her way back from Church.
Wait! Newsboys! That's it! Maria had figured out her destiny. The girl was not averse to hard work, and was very good at charming people. Besides, she never got paper cuts. This had to be the work of fate. Maria was made for the job of a newsboy! She would find a cute, smart, handsome, kind, attractive newsboy and secretly elope with him behind her father's back, then they would run away together to some wilderness like Sante Fe. (Even though Sante Fe was a city and cities technically aren't wildernesses.) With a smile, she opened her closet door.
"Fred, I need to get some things. Could you please move?"
"No," the guard said stoically, staring ahead blankly.
Maria sighed. "Please? It's really important."
"Why?" Fred asked, with the same blank expression and bland tone of voice.
"Because." And here Maria realized that she would have to tell the truth if she ever wanted to get out of here. She hoped she wouldn't blow her cover. "I want to run away and join the newsies, thus falling in love with one of them and eloping secretly behind my father's back." She bit her lip and held her breath, hoping he would understand.
"Okay," Fred said, and stood aside. Maria breathed again, then choked because she had forgotten to unbite her lip.
After a pat on the back from Fred which sent Maria sprawling to the floor and almost knocked her out, she managed to stop coughing. Reaching inside the closet, she pulled out a satchel handily made up for running away, and a pair of pants and a shirt, both common and already used. (She had had to hire someone to wear them until they had achieved the "used" affect, but in hindsight foresight was a wonderful thing.) She changed into her clothes and put on some shoes, already-broken-in, and told Fred he could go back in the closet. Closing the closet door on Fred's face, she picked up her satchel and walked out onto the balcony, climbing down the trellis that led from her window to the courtyard of their house. There were roses growing up the trellis, but they didn't have any thorns because they loved Maria to much to prick her. Upon reaching the bottom, she walked into the house (because it was a courtyard, being on the inside of the building, and if you wanted to leave the grounds from there you had to walk through the house) and past her father's open study door to the front entrance. Opening the main door, she called out:
"Ta ta, father dearest! I'm off to join the newsies and secretly elope with one of them behind your back!"
"Have fun, darling!" he called after her fleeting back.
Disclaimer: Disney owns Newsies. Not me. However, I recently acquired fifteen whole cents to my name. I'll buy it, if you want!
Maria sat at her expensive vanity table, gazing in the mirror forlornly. Yet another suitor had come for her, and yet another rejection had been given upon meeting the snotty, overbearing man. Her father kept telling her that you couldn't always judge people by their appearances, but she could tell by his aura that the man was dreadful. It was kind of black, and it wiggled like worms.
Maria often wondered if there was a guy out there for her. One that was kind, smart, and handsome (most importantly, handsome). He would be a real guy, not a pampered rich boy. A real working man of New York, like the extremely cute newsboys that Maria passed everyday on her daily walk to the various charity centers she helped out in.
She noticed that her eyes had drifted with her thoughts, and they faced the invitingly open window, leading out to the balcony. It was the only door of her room (which had five) that wasn't guarded carefully in case she ran away. Even her closet had a body guard standing inside it, which was quite a nuisance when she had to change since he wouldn't move and, despite her father's immense fortune, she didn't have a walk-in closet. She would have to talk to her father about that. Maybe he could buy the orphanage next door, knock it down, and build an extension to their house, so that they would have enough room to build her a large closet for her bodyguard and her huge wardrobe. She nodded. It was a plan.
Picking up her hairbrush, she focused her eyes back on the mirror and her own reflection. She had always been told she was beautiful, but, being a modest girl, knew that she really wasn't. She had thick, curly black hair that was easy to brush, almost fun, and sprang back into place when you pulled on it. Her skin was a delicate ivory with rosebud cheeks, and a near perfect complexion. (If you looked under a microscope, you would be able to see the blackhead that dwelled at the very tip of her cute, slightly upturned nose.) Her mouth was small and firm, yet luscious, and permanently dyed a pretty shade of dark pink from all the lip coloring she applied. Her eyes gazed at you from under thick lashes, deep pools of aqua that shocked anyone who saw her with their intelligence and spirit. (And it's hard to find a make-up that would do that to your eyes. Congrats, Maria.) She would never need glasses, as her vision got steadily better as she got older and was already as sharp as a hawk's. Even her teeth were perfect, as white and square as chiclets (if they had existed back then). The only people more perfect than her in appearance were those cute newsboys she passed every afternoon on her way back from Church.
Wait! Newsboys! That's it! Maria had figured out her destiny. The girl was not averse to hard work, and was very good at charming people. Besides, she never got paper cuts. This had to be the work of fate. Maria was made for the job of a newsboy! She would find a cute, smart, handsome, kind, attractive newsboy and secretly elope with him behind her father's back, then they would run away together to some wilderness like Sante Fe. (Even though Sante Fe was a city and cities technically aren't wildernesses.) With a smile, she opened her closet door.
"Fred, I need to get some things. Could you please move?"
"No," the guard said stoically, staring ahead blankly.
Maria sighed. "Please? It's really important."
"Why?" Fred asked, with the same blank expression and bland tone of voice.
"Because." And here Maria realized that she would have to tell the truth if she ever wanted to get out of here. She hoped she wouldn't blow her cover. "I want to run away and join the newsies, thus falling in love with one of them and eloping secretly behind my father's back." She bit her lip and held her breath, hoping he would understand.
"Okay," Fred said, and stood aside. Maria breathed again, then choked because she had forgotten to unbite her lip.
After a pat on the back from Fred which sent Maria sprawling to the floor and almost knocked her out, she managed to stop coughing. Reaching inside the closet, she pulled out a satchel handily made up for running away, and a pair of pants and a shirt, both common and already used. (She had had to hire someone to wear them until they had achieved the "used" affect, but in hindsight foresight was a wonderful thing.) She changed into her clothes and put on some shoes, already-broken-in, and told Fred he could go back in the closet. Closing the closet door on Fred's face, she picked up her satchel and walked out onto the balcony, climbing down the trellis that led from her window to the courtyard of their house. There were roses growing up the trellis, but they didn't have any thorns because they loved Maria to much to prick her. Upon reaching the bottom, she walked into the house (because it was a courtyard, being on the inside of the building, and if you wanted to leave the grounds from there you had to walk through the house) and past her father's open study door to the front entrance. Opening the main door, she called out:
"Ta ta, father dearest! I'm off to join the newsies and secretly elope with one of them behind your back!"
"Have fun, darling!" he called after her fleeting back.