Note: Ta da! Here it is, the new story, sequel to Place To Belong. This is just the prologue, and I hope to update soon, but my life is super busy until the end of March, just a warning. Also, this story is more serious in many aspects, and the rating may be changed to T. I'm not going to put explicit stuff or anything, just some serious things are brought up, including character death. But I believe that this story is going to be good, and with all you reviewers helping me, I'm sure it will be! Also, not all characters from the first story will be in here a lot because I have limited amount of space for characters. The characters that belong to others from the first story are as of now, Bekah and Melody. All other characters from the first story may appear. (And most of my original characters are in here too.) This story also has quite a few story lines all woven together, so I hope you will enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, or any of it's affiliates. I am writing this story for fan purposes only.
Place To Believe - Prologue
Melody Conlon smiled as she tied up the edges of the old burlap sack she had placed her few personal belongings in. Today was a new day, the start of a new time in her life. The almost seventeen year old girl skipped cheerfully down the stairway, leaving the old girls bunk room door hanging open. Melody placed an old messenger's cap over her dark blond hair, and made her way towards the door leading out of the Brooklyn Lodging House.
It had been several months since the building of the Paul and Adelaide Reynolds Home for Girls had commenced, and Melody had finally received the news that it was completed. As the girl rested her hand on the doorknob, she looked back once more, her blue eyes misting with the thought of her memories, of spending time with her brother Spot, and the only other girl in Brooklyn, Runaround, who Lillith Reynolds had helped get a job as a secretary.
Once again, Melody thought of the change that would take place today. She would never be young Melody Conlon, sister of the mighty Spot again. Now, she was going into a new job field, and she knew she and Spot were very different. Turning with resolve, Melody turned the knob.
"Where are you'se going?" Turning, she smiled at her brother who stood in the doorway to the kitchen, an expression of displeasure clearly displayed upon his face. Trying to hold back the tears that threatened to escape her eyes, Melody spoke.
"Manhattan."
"Well, ya bettah be back by two den, and take someone wit ya!" He turned around, most likely going to fetch Cash, or another one of the Brooklyn boys, when Melody stopped him.
"Wait, Spot. I'm not coming back at two. I'm staying in Manhattan to help Lillith with the home." Spot's face turned white for just a moment, then his eyes narrowed, turning cold as ice.
"You can't go Mel, I won't let you." Melody placed a hand on his arm, knowing that ever since their parents deaths, Spot had secretly gone to her for comfort, his little sister. Now she was leaving, and Melody felt a flicker of doubt. She remembered his losing faith in God after their parents died. He had never come back to Christ, but maybe he never would if she left. But then again, Melody knew that God had called her, so she steeled herself.
"Spot, I have to go. I love you." The boy jerked his arm away viciously, turning away.
"You're my sistah!" he yelled angrily.
"I'm going Spot." He turned, suddenly, his eyes more chilling even then before.
"Don't ever come back," he said bitterly.
"Spot.."
"Just go!" he screamed, stalking from the room, with a stiff back. Melody prayed he wasn't looking for alcohol. With tired steps she left the lodging house, hoping that one day, Spot would learn to forgive, and let her back in.
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