(A/N) Alright, I haven't written in a while, I'll admit. So bear with me while I clear writer's block with a story I've wanted to write for a while.
This story is written from two points of view, racetrack's and a new female character I've created. If she in any way bothers you or seems anything akin to a mary-sue, PLEASE tell me immediately. I would hate to throw another mary-sue into this site.
For a little explanation of the contents of this story: This story is not meant in any way to push a religion, so please do not take it in that way. I only found a few verses in the bible and they reminded me of the newsies. The first chapter of this story may sound 'preachy' with the many references to scriptures, but after this first chapter, few biblical verses will be used- there will be mostly small allusions.
At first, I was going to make this solely of Race's view, but I received inspiration for the other female character after a harsh reality check of my own life. She is based off of me, and the first introduction of her is a sort of paraphrase of what I have come to realize about myself, with a newsie-ish backround added. So please don't be too mean, because she is me in a way.
The scripture references are in italics, and please don't skip over them because they are essential to the ideas I'm trying to get across.
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RACETRACK
In the beginning, God created us. We are the floorboards the world was built upon. Yet strangely, we are the ones who ruin it. If only God knew that in the beginning.
Bless me, Father, for my world is a sin. It fills the toxic air I breathe, paves the street I walk on and intertwines itself in the headlines I shout day to day.
I am Racetrack Higgins, and no different from the rest. For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God. [Romans 3:23]
I used to view myself as a god-fearing type of guy. But no more; I refuse to believe any more. My life, my world… a God who cared about us wouldn't do this.
But know also, that in the last days, perilous times will come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy. Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
[II Timothy 3:1-5]
But I do not turn away. I cannot. For in those few verses is the story of my life.
Welcome to it.
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MEG
…Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father… [John 20:17]
My name is Magdalene, but most call me Meg. But that doesn't even matter; it never did. Because no matter what my name is, I have never been loved.
I drown in the misery of having nobody truly care for me, but oddly enough, it is my conduct that defies me the one thing I want most.
I've never had a family that I can remember or attended any sort of school and have lived in Brooklyn for over a year. You see, I rent one of the spare rooms at the local lodging house for the underage workers of Brooklyn, so my company is often mixed with newsies, shoeshines, factory workers, and the like.
Since this story is to be free from any sort of fabrications or glamorization, I fear I must tell you the whole truth about my life so far. That's the only way you'll ever understand.
The honest truth of it is, I am not liked among those I see everyday, but for a reason even I understand.
In my exertions to attract the love I always wish for, my behavior reverts to methods that are anything but modest. It always works at first, but then the night is over and the guy has gotten exactly what he wanted and knew he'd get. It never lasts more than a night.
Guys aren't stupid creatures: they see through the black rings of smoky makeup encircling my eyes, the smear of red lipstick covering my lips, and the revealing clothing I wear. But most of all, they see right through the way I desperately throw myself at them.
They already know that the next day, they won't want anything to do with me. The next day they despise me almost as much as I despise myself.
That's why I'll let you in on a little secret:
Today, I change.
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Okay, this chapter was kind of short and awkward, but the next ones will get better.
If you don't quite understand it, I mainly wanted to write a story with a bit of religious insinuation, about two people: one who's coming to grips with the world he lives in, and the other who's trying to change the world she's in.
Please review. If I don't get any reviews in a couple of days, that's alright. I'll just take the hint and not continue. But reviews, be they positive or negative, are always welcome.
