Hey fansies, its been a while since I posted anything. I really hope you like this one since my mental fangirl muse has been threatening me with every newsie in New York if I didn't write and post soon. I am in the middle of college so pls understand that I won't be able to post chapters every night like I did with my other multi chapter but I will do my best to finish this story next week so I can post plenty of chapters in my upcomingbreak.
Okay so without further annoying authors notes. I own only my mental fangirl. Hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter one: Brooklyn?!
So here I am cleaning out my time machine since the newsies kinda wrecked it. Yeah they seriously need a lesson in respecting other people's thing. They were messy and that was not good! I had been busy or two hours and I was not nearly done! If they weren't back in 1899 I would make them clean it up.
I yawned again. It was almost two in the morning. I was exhausted. I was finally not grounded anymore and I was trying to stay out of trouble (for the most part, I still wore my newsies clothes though). Seriously there was not a thing I need more than not being grounded. I needed my newsies soundtrack back but these idiots ruined it. Buttons pressing all those stupid buttons and getting another CD stuck in there with it, yikes it was not good! I wanted my Santa Fe song back!
I told you about my rotten luck so you shouldn't be surprised that I most likely fell asleep on the control panel and I was woken up to the electronic voice telling me that I have reached my destination. I frowned and got up and out of my time machine. I groaned when I looked at the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. It was the middle of the night so it was impossible to tell the time I was sent back to since my display was cracked, (Thanks to Crutchie whacking it with his crutch.)
"Set time limit reached, please buckle up." The familiar electronic voice said and I turned around just in time to see the doors closing!
Great, Just great! I was stuck in Brooklyn in an unknown year and it was pretty close to sun up and there was the fact that I was wearing my newsie clothes! This was just great. How was I supposed to know what time period I was in? Hopefully I didn't look too out of place. Wait a minute! My cap! I was not wearing my cap!
"You got a lotta guts comin' here kid!" A very familiar voice came from behind me.
I gulped and turned around to face a very angry Spot Conlon. Oh this was just great. I backed up hoping to get enough distance between me and the angry newsie to run away. No such luck though. He was fast and he had an iron grip which was currently locked on my wrists! Oh this was not good! Just my rotten luck!