***Disclaimer: I own Casey, Rinoa and all the others you don't see in Newsies. I however,don't own Newsies. I only wish I did! I think this is going to be the most emotional story I've ever written. This is going to be my stab at tragedy and lonesome. This will have romance...but lots of sadness and torment. I'll try....but I may fail.... Enjoy. PLEASE READ AND REPLY!
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(Prologue) 1894
Why can't I be Perfect? Perfect, like everyone wants me to be. It's so unfair that I can't be who they want. I just want to die in shame. I've lost it all.....it's so unfair. I want to go, go and die in a cold, cold place. No one can help me now. I'm on my own.
"I hate you! You're worthless! Go away and find another place to live!"
Try to imagine how many times this has been said to Casey Leigh (Sporty) Matthews. She was only 11 years old and had the worry of the world on her hands. Her parents died when she was 7 years old. Her parents were murdered by the very person who set their house on fire trying to kill Casey and her brother and sister. Casey's sister was killed in the fire. Her brother got away and so did she. He thought she was dead. Truth of the matter was Casey fell down the stairs trying to get out of the fire and couldn't remeber anything and now she's slowly starting to remember.
Casey sunk down into a near by alley. "That was a close one." She sighed wiping off her forehead with the back of her hand. Her face was all dirty because she was just fired from her last job. When the man was kicking her out he threw her face first into the mud. That showed the life she led. Her whole life was in the mud.
Her long almost black hair reached to about to half of her stomach. Her bangs were in various cuts across her forehead the cuts were like spike that were just above her eyes. She was a pale, thin thing who looked as if she hadn't eaten in a decade. She was a wreck. Her face was dirty and her eyes had dark circles under them. Her face was as pale as anything. She was a shivering wreck. The brutal winter of New York hit.
"What a time to throw a poor girl out huh?" Casey said wrapping her arms around her legs and trying to warm up. All she had was a dark blue skirt and a white blouse which was covered in mud and grass stains. She felt tears fall. She had no where to go. "Mommy...Daddy.....why did you have to go?" She asked sadly crying into the damp pavement of the alley.
All of a sudden she heard a can get kicked across the alley. She bolted up and drew out her switchblade. "W-who's there?" She asked holding out the blade. She saw a girl maybe about 9 or so come into the alley. She was covered in dirt. She had straight black hair to her shoulders. Her bangs were like Casey's but a little shorter.
"Do you know where the cemenary is? My mommy's friend said I could find her and my daddy in the cemenary....do you know where it is?" She asked holding out a piece of paper with an address on it. "Oh, I see. I'll take you there if you'd like." Casey offered with a smile and extended her hand.
The little girl gave an adorable smile and grabbed her hand as if there would be no surviving without it. Casey walked her to the address on the paper and the sign in front of the gate said, "New York Gardens Cemetary" Then reality hit Casey in the stomach. This little girl's parents were dead. It wasn't a cemenary she was talking about, it was a cemetary.
"Mommy, Daddy!" She yelled running through the gate of the cementary. "Wait! Little Girl! Come back!" Casey yelled running after her. The little girl was fast. "Mommy!!!!" She yelled running around the stones trying to find her parents.
Soon the little girl slowed down and stopped. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" She asked hugging Casey around the middle. The little girl came up to a little past Casey's waist. Casey herself was not that tall for an 11 year old. "What's your name?" Casey asked kneeling down. " Rinoa.... Higgins." She replied looking up at Casey with her electric blue eyes.
"Sorry Rinoa, but I think you're parents are.....dead." Casey said holding her hand. Rinoa stood in shock but soon fell to the ground. "Not mommy and daddy..." She said with a tear running down her cheek. "What's your name?" Rinoa asked staring back up at Casey.
Casey smiled and wiped the tear away from her face. "The name's Casey, but I'm known as Sporty." Casey said. Casey let Rinoa climb onto her back, and Casey held her from under the legs and she held Casey around the neck. "Wanna come with me?" Casey asked with a smile.
"Yeah!" She yelled with joy. "Well, where should we go?" Casey asked bouncing her around. "Can we get something to eat?" She asked. Casey let go with one hand and scraped thorugh her pocket. "I got about enough to feed us, let's go!" Casey said shoving the money back into her pocket and walking to the restauraunt with Rinoa.
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(Prologue) 1894
Why can't I be Perfect? Perfect, like everyone wants me to be. It's so unfair that I can't be who they want. I just want to die in shame. I've lost it all.....it's so unfair. I want to go, go and die in a cold, cold place. No one can help me now. I'm on my own.
"I hate you! You're worthless! Go away and find another place to live!"
Try to imagine how many times this has been said to Casey Leigh (Sporty) Matthews. She was only 11 years old and had the worry of the world on her hands. Her parents died when she was 7 years old. Her parents were murdered by the very person who set their house on fire trying to kill Casey and her brother and sister. Casey's sister was killed in the fire. Her brother got away and so did she. He thought she was dead. Truth of the matter was Casey fell down the stairs trying to get out of the fire and couldn't remeber anything and now she's slowly starting to remember.
Casey sunk down into a near by alley. "That was a close one." She sighed wiping off her forehead with the back of her hand. Her face was all dirty because she was just fired from her last job. When the man was kicking her out he threw her face first into the mud. That showed the life she led. Her whole life was in the mud.
Her long almost black hair reached to about to half of her stomach. Her bangs were in various cuts across her forehead the cuts were like spike that were just above her eyes. She was a pale, thin thing who looked as if she hadn't eaten in a decade. She was a wreck. Her face was dirty and her eyes had dark circles under them. Her face was as pale as anything. She was a shivering wreck. The brutal winter of New York hit.
"What a time to throw a poor girl out huh?" Casey said wrapping her arms around her legs and trying to warm up. All she had was a dark blue skirt and a white blouse which was covered in mud and grass stains. She felt tears fall. She had no where to go. "Mommy...Daddy.....why did you have to go?" She asked sadly crying into the damp pavement of the alley.
All of a sudden she heard a can get kicked across the alley. She bolted up and drew out her switchblade. "W-who's there?" She asked holding out the blade. She saw a girl maybe about 9 or so come into the alley. She was covered in dirt. She had straight black hair to her shoulders. Her bangs were like Casey's but a little shorter.
"Do you know where the cemenary is? My mommy's friend said I could find her and my daddy in the cemenary....do you know where it is?" She asked holding out a piece of paper with an address on it. "Oh, I see. I'll take you there if you'd like." Casey offered with a smile and extended her hand.
The little girl gave an adorable smile and grabbed her hand as if there would be no surviving without it. Casey walked her to the address on the paper and the sign in front of the gate said, "New York Gardens Cemetary" Then reality hit Casey in the stomach. This little girl's parents were dead. It wasn't a cemenary she was talking about, it was a cemetary.
"Mommy, Daddy!" She yelled running through the gate of the cementary. "Wait! Little Girl! Come back!" Casey yelled running after her. The little girl was fast. "Mommy!!!!" She yelled running around the stones trying to find her parents.
Soon the little girl slowed down and stopped. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" She asked hugging Casey around the middle. The little girl came up to a little past Casey's waist. Casey herself was not that tall for an 11 year old. "What's your name?" Casey asked kneeling down. " Rinoa.... Higgins." She replied looking up at Casey with her electric blue eyes.
"Sorry Rinoa, but I think you're parents are.....dead." Casey said holding her hand. Rinoa stood in shock but soon fell to the ground. "Not mommy and daddy..." She said with a tear running down her cheek. "What's your name?" Rinoa asked staring back up at Casey.
Casey smiled and wiped the tear away from her face. "The name's Casey, but I'm known as Sporty." Casey said. Casey let Rinoa climb onto her back, and Casey held her from under the legs and she held Casey around the neck. "Wanna come with me?" Casey asked with a smile.
"Yeah!" She yelled with joy. "Well, where should we go?" Casey asked bouncing her around. "Can we get something to eat?" She asked. Casey let go with one hand and scraped thorugh her pocket. "I got about enough to feed us, let's go!" Casey said shoving the money back into her pocket and walking to the restauraunt with Rinoa.