Ello all! This will be my second fic (first one in a long time), so, unless it turns out so bad that this is utterly impossible, try to be nice. I have not always been the greatest writer, but I love it anyway. Kinda like the horrible singer who won't stop. Also, since there were absolutely no girl newsies in the movie at all, I am entertaining the idea that they weren't allowed to be newsies.

Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies. I wish I owned Spot Conlon (who doesn't?), but I don't, so I must digress.

Chapter 1

The sun rose over Brooklyn like any normal day, though what could be considered normal for Brooklyn might not be considered normal for the rest of the country. It had started low in the sky, making it look so close you could touch it. By the time it had moved a few feet, or what looked like a few feet to the people watching, it had already lit up the bridge. But that was early in the morning. That was when Angie and her girls had first come to the newspaper distributor. By now, it was already halfway to the top of the sky, and she was still standing there, arguing with the man behind the bars. He wasn't much older than her, but she could tell by the way he looked, and by the way he talked to her, that he was a greasy little scab.

"Look, I already told you. I don't give papes to girls!"

"And I already asked you why, but, apparently, you're hearin' ain't so good!" Angie raised her voice for the umpteenth time.

"Look, why don't you go on home and learn to cook and clean like a good little girl." he smirked, emphasizing the words 'good little girl'.

She wanted to punch him. She would've, too, if not for the commotion she heard in the back of her group. Running a hand through her bright cherry-colored hair, she turned to a girl standing behind her. "Mid," Angie asked, using the nickname that she had called her ever since they were little girls. "Can you take over here? Maybe you'll have better luck with the pig." Midnight, which was what 'Mid' was short for, nodded and moved aside to let Angie through, which was hard considering they were a packed crowd and, even though she wasn't heavy, Angie was well built.

It was easy to see how Midnight got her nickname. She was the same age as Angie, fifteen, but they were genetic opposites. Midnight's ebony hair, and dark brown eyes gave her the look of a person standing outside at night, while Angie's bright red hair and green eyes had the opposite effect. Even when it was the middle of the day, Mid would look like she was forever trapped in darkness. The dark pants she wore helped, also.

Lots of the girls wear guy clothes, Angie thoughtlessly noticed while walking through the small group. She stood out for the shear fact that she was one of the few who were wearing skirts. Granted they weren't normal skirts. It was hard to run in the long ones, and since runnin' was what they were doing, they needed to fix that. The solution? Just rip the skirts up. Not all the way, but just tear off the fabric to up above the shins. So, now her and about two other people were walking around in knee-length skirts. It certainly got them plenty of strange looks from the older women, but what did they care?

By the time Angie got halfway through the group of about ten girls, she could see the line of boy newsies forming behind them. Of course, she thought. Just what she needed. More guys. She could see the fight, now, too. It was between a short, thin-framed girl who also had red hair, and a slightly taller, more muscular boy. Red, what're you doin' now, Angie thought with a frown. Thankfully, it hadn't progressed to fists before she got there. For now, it was just a shouting match.

"Hey! Hey! Break it up!" Angie yelled, using her hands to seperate them. The boy backed down while giving them a dirty look, but Red was still pushing against Angie's hand, trying to get a swing at the boy. A quick shove stopped that.

"Red, what the hell are you thinkin!" Angie glared down at her sister, which was hard to do considering she was only about an inch shorter than Angie.

"But they were talkin' 'bout us, Ang! I had to do somethin'!" Red explained, then folded her arms over ther chest when Angie gave her a stern look.

"Look, I told you I didn't want no fightin', so why don't you listen to me for a change?" Angie gently pushed her back in between Maggie and Liza. Two older girls who were ready to keep an eye on her.

"Maybe you should get a muzzle for her." said a snide voice behind her, accompanied by several laughs.

Angie turned around to face a boy two feet from her. She would've described him as short, but he was the same height as her, so she had no right to judge. She couldn't see his hair, it was hidden by a hat, but she could see his face, and it had a smirk on it.

"Just shut your mouth." She wasn't in the mood to deal with any cocky guys and their attitude. She was about to turn around when she heard him speak again.

"Go on home, goily. Go do housework." More laughs from the crowd. Now he was just trying to provoke her. It worked.

She moved up until she was an inch from him. "Look, I'd take my advice and shut your mouth before it gets you into trouble." From her experience, most guys backed down when challenged, but this one seemed to be the exception.

"Oh, yeah? Why?" he challenged back, that same smirk showing.

Since Angie was close to him, she could now tell that he was undeniably cute. Handsome, even. He had icy blue eyes that seemed to bring his face together and make it look almost heavenly. But not even the angelic blue eyes could stop her temper. Before she knew it, her fist was flying. It connected with his right eye, with a thud she thought only she heard.

She could see that he was stunned as he fell back a step, but it didn't last long. Pretty soon, his fist was coming towards her. It hit, but only her lip. She could tell there was an emotion behind that punch, like normal, but it wasn't rage. What could it be? Excitement? No way. Sadness? Maybe. Humiliation? Probably. Though humiliation and rage go hand in hand, and it would be hard to find one without the other.

They got a couple more swings in before being broken up. By cops or scabs, Angie didn't know and didn't care. None of the latter swings hit, which she was thankful for. She didn't need a broken nose, or anything else for that matter, to draw more stares from people. Turning her back on the boy, she saw her sister's slightly horrified, slightly triumphant look that told her she had blood on her face, and that Red would never let her forget how much of a hypocrite she was. The blood was from her lip. She could taste it. The hypocritical part she knew, but wouldn't admit it, especially to her little sibling

Grabbing her sister's hand, she started to leave, shoving violently past the people who tried to get in her way. She would leave it to Midnight and the others to get the papes. Right now, she just wanted to get out of here.

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