When I first wrote this story i really liked it, but then i kinda got tired of it and now i really don't like it very much at all,but i thought i would post it anyways. So leave a review and tell me what you think of the first chapter, and don't worry, lots of newsies come in next chapter this is kind of just an intro.
Also, I really like the WW 2 era so that's why i put the story in it, and I didn't put it in New York because i wanted kind of a small town kinda thing.
Part One
Ring-a-ling-a-ling, Ring-a-ling-a-ling
"Brittany, telephone!" A woman in a white apron over a light blue dress called up the stairs.
"Ok mother!" Brittany called back down. She came out of her room still dressed in her pajamas and picked up the receiver.
"Hello Brittany its me," the voice on the other end of the line said.
"Hello Jill," Brittany replied.
"Do you want to go to Medda's? I'm in the mood for some pancakes." Jill said.
"Ok," Brittany replied, "See you in about 20 minutes."
"Oh, and Brittany?" Jill said.
"Yes?" Brittany responded.
"Can you drive me?" Jill asked.
"I suppose," Brittany answered, " why, is there something wrong with your car?"
"Well," Jill said, "Yesterday was Ronnie (jill's brother)'s 16th birthday, and he convinced mother and father to let him drive it, and while he was pulling out of the driveway, he ran into a tree."
"Well I supposed I'll have to drive you," Brittany laughed, "I'll be over in 20 minutes."
"Thanks," Jill responded, "oh and Brittany?"
"Yes?"
"Could you bring the newspaper?" "I want to read it father'll be mad if I take ours again."
"Sure," Brittany replied.
"Thanks." Jill said.
"Your welcome," Brittany responded with a fake sigh. She hung up the phone and went into her room to get ready. When she was done, she hopped into her convertible (I don't know if they had convertables back then but for this story they do!) and drove down the street to Jill's house. It was a beautiful August day, and Apple Valley Ohio sparkled in the morning sunlight. Brittany pulled into Jill's driveway, and honked the horn. Jill came running out. As they drove down the street, neighbors greeted and waved to them. Everybody knew Jill and Brittany. They were the sweetest girls in the whole town. They finally got to Medda's restaurant, and sat down at the counter.
"The usual, girls?" a woman with curly red hair and a pleasant smile asked.
"Sure thing Medda!" They replied, and Medda went back to make their pancakes.
"Ugh the boys should be here by now," Brittany said.
"Is that all you ever worry about?" Jill replied.
I guess that is all I worry about. Boys. Jill too. I guess only one boy though, his name is Anthony Higgins. But don't tell anybody I told ya that, because he'd kill me, he usually goes by Racetrack. By the way, I'm Brittany, and I guess since the person writing this story is not a very good writer, I will interject every once in a while to explain what's going on.
"So lets see that paper Britt," Jill said. Brittany pulled out the newspaper and handed it to Jill.
"I don't know why you waste your time reading that thing," Brittany said, "All they ever talk about is what is going in the war. "For a year now that's all it's been."
"Actually, its 8 months today, it won't be a year till December 7," Jill replied. Brittany rolled her eyes and groaned. "Anyways, I read them because I want to know what's going on, and what's going on is… (she unrolled the paper) Oh my goodness!" She cried suddenly. (I'm respectable starin' right atcha, lousy wit statcha' hehe)
"What, what?" Brittany asked anxiously.
"People from here are going to be drafted!" Jill exclaimed very unhappily.
"Oh no!" Brittany shrieked. People in the restaurant had heard them talking.
"Who has to go?" someone asked.
"Any male between the ages of 18 and 40 are eligible for the draft, and they have been notified through mail whether or not they have been chosen to serve our country. Those drafted will be shipped out exactly one week from today," Jill read. Then she proceeded to read the list, "Jack Kelly, Spot Conlon, Anthony Higgins," and the list went on for about a minute. The whole restaurant was in an uproar, all talking at once, (and very loudly for that matter). Upon hearing this, Medda came out of the kitchen.
"Whoa whoa whoa, settle down everybody, what's going on out here?" She inquired.
"Medda, it's horrible," Brittany said, "boys from Apple Valley are going to be…drafted."