AN: So I thought I'd type this story up. Having some trouble with Time Warp so I make a new story. Crazy I know but I feel like you guys might like this one. It's post strike so 1900 ish. Please review and tell me what ya think. I own nothing of Newsies.

Anastasia woke to the feeling of people around her. As the silence grew ever more still, she heard someone mumble.
"Stasia...darling are you awake?" it was Paul's tired voice that echoed through the room. She rolled over to face him and instantly saw the flash of mischief in his dark green eyes.
"Paul...how am I supposed to sleep with you waking me up?" Stasia asked rubbing her eyes and ignoring her instinct that something was wrong.
"Happy birthday love." He whispered back kissing her on the cheek before rolling out of bed. "How old are you again?"
"Eighteen. You should know you old senile fool." she replied getting out of the bed and changing into her nicest clothes.
"I'm only nineteen." he stated quickly, turning only to help her with the back of her dress.
When her dress was fixed she straightened his tie and they both walked down the stairs looking like some of the fanciest people in New York. Stasia looked around at the group of pick pockets that were skilled and knew their trade. No one could take them from it. They were a family. Newsies were the biggest problem. They always took the small kids when the cops chased after them. It was Tony's rule that kept them away from newsies. 'You join dem ya may as well be a scab. Ya ain't no good ta us if ya run off.' His voice echoed as he talked.
"Mornin'! Ya ready ta steal from da rich and give ta da poor. And by poor may I say us." He said with a laugh spreading his arms out making them look at their worn down home. "Go on! Money jus' ain't gunna fall outta dere pockets." he shooed them out going to count the money he had stashed away.
"See ya tonight Stash." Paul said smiling when he used her nickname.
As they parted ways they both ran into people 'accidentally' taking their change purse or hidden cash. They day went as it usually did for Stasia. She took her fill then fled to Tibby's to get lunch always avoiding any newsies that came along. It had started to rain as she made her way back to their hideout. When she tried to push the door open, it refused to move. She pound on the door as the rain went from a drizzle to coming down in sheets.
"Stash! Yous been holdin' out on us!" Tony said from the top window holding her mother's necklace out the window.
"Tony! Give that back!" She shouted staring into the rain.
"Yous has ta be punished Stash!" Tony screamed.
"Paul! Let me in! Paul!" she banged on the door receiving no answer. She cried her other friends names till she lost her voice and it was a raspy wheezing sound. She cleared her throat and shouted as best as she could, "I quite!"
She walked in the rain wondering if this is the life her parents wanted her to have. She remembered them fairly well. They sent her to New York when she was ten. Her Russian father taught her all he could while her German mother taught her to be proud and strong. They wanted her to have a better life. She didn't see how a parentless ten year old in New York was better than a family in Germany. She remembered the day she came eight years ago. It was sunny and had hopes for a beautiful day. Then she was sent to the orphanage. She was forced to switch to English as her first language and six years ago the nuns' tireless efforts paid off. The girl that wasn't Russian and wasn't German was now American.
She was vaguely aware of the sun coming into view shifting in and out of the clouds that leaked rain. She ached for home. The sweet smell of lavender that she remembered on her mother's clothes. The safety of it all. She wanted a home. Her vision was blurring as someone walked her out of the rain. She didn't fight the person. She just wanted to disappear. New York was a figment. A thought. A whisper. A dream. A nothing. She needed a real home. One that wouldn't leave her in the pouring rain and dangle her only valued thing out the window to taunt her.
"Try ta rest..." a boy's voice echoed through her blurred vision and muddled hearing.
She fell asleep thinking of her family that's faces seemed to fade by the second

AN: Short chapter but I'm gunna get more words in later on!