Tricks are for Kids

by Rebekah Rourke

This is my first actual story. Tricks is a newsie from Queens who hates her leader, Sleeves, who is up to his no good ways. He orders Tricks to do something unimaginable. But maybe with the courage of her new friends, perhaps she can overcome it.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the newsies as much as I wished I did but I do own Tricks, Sleeves, and Bullets.

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As much as I respected him, I hated Sleeves, who was the leader of the Queens newsies. I did sell papes for him but I still didn't understand why. He lacked ethics and humane characteristics. He thought morality was to beat the living daylights out of people and then go on their way. Still, his feared disposition had everyone obeying him. No matter what people did they always made sure to check in with Sleeves. I guess that is a form of respect. But still it always made me wonder why I acting like a girly girl around him. A real honest-to-god hoity toity girl. Why was Bullets so into him? He was a hot headed jackass.

Everyone down in the Queens called me Tricks. I guess it's because I'm the only gullible person around in Queens. Everyone thought it was good fun to play a joke on Tricks. But bullets was another story. You play a joke on her and you'd be dead. She didn't like bullies or wisecrackers. Which always made me wonder why she was with a guy like Sleeves. Sleeves was the type of guy that looked and acted like a criminal. He had shiny black hair that fell to his ears in playful wisps. His eyes were a dark brown that could be lighter at other moments. His nose was small and clung perfect to his face. His face was like an eighteen-year-old's. Bullets had light brown hair and streaks of blond was visible . She had icy blue eyes which was nothing at all like her personality. She was a light-spirited young woman with class and she had the best intentions always. Unless, of course, you double-crossed her then you would be an enemy more than a friend. And ask for me, I wasn't really a beauty. I mean I guess I always looked good but that's just me. I had hazel eyes that had an eminent stripes of green and grey in them. I had long, silky, straight black hair that fell to my elbows. I was a little curvy but it wasn't like I let myself go or anything. I was always convinced that one day I would find a man equally or more attractive with me with a body of a god. And Bullets wished for a man that wouldn't treat her wrong all the time. But that is where the true story begins.