A Different Point of View
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, except for Silver.
My first story on here, don't be too hard, please. Read and review if you want more.
Its Just Another Day
I'd woken up before the sun had even started to rise over the city. It was always peaceful at this time of day. One of the few times my world is quiet. I had gotten ready for the day almost as soon as I had rolled out of my bunk. I wore breaches, a button up shirt, black suspenders, and a newsy cap. All of my clothing had once belonged to my brother; none of us could afford new clothing or shoes. I wore no shoes. It was summer and I couldn't afford to buy them. I had to save for the winter.
I was sitting out on the fire escape of the boarding house watching the sun started to appear over the city. God, I loved Manhattan. We were probably the most laid back group of newsies. We were a family there. I was so happy that my brother had found that place. I can barely remember life before living there.
I jumped to my feet when I heard Kloppman climbing up the stairs and climbed back into the boarding house. The quiet was over now. By the time I had both feet on the floor of the room I heard the boys starting to wake up, or be woken up. It was just another day.
I stood out of the ways of the boys to watch the chaos ensue. It took forever for them to wake up. I shook my head. They really had to get better at that. I smiled, though. It didn't matter much what we did. Few, if any, of us actually had families, therefore we had no adults ruling our lives. We could go wherever we pleased, whenever we pleased. The only thing we had to worry about was paying for food and board.
They were finally starting to actually move and speak. "So, how'd you sleep, Jack?" Mush asked my brother with a grin.
"On me back, Mush," was the reply from a tired and a sarcastic Jack.
"Ha ha. Hear that fellas? Hear what Jack said? I asked Jack how he slept and he said 'On me back Mush'." You got to love Mush to understand him. He's such a crazy kid.
They all then began to encourage Crutchy, who was feeling a bit down because of the fake crips on the streets. He was really a crip, we all knew that. The boys started to give him ideas on new places to go. If you had walked in on the morning routine you would easily find that, no matter the number of fights that arose, we were a family. Nothing could break us apart.
Soon, we left the boarding house for the distribution office, people talking all the while. I rarely spoke in the morning; I enjoyed listening instead. For instance, I learned that a kid had run away. There was a lady, apparently the kid's mother, looking for her son. I think his name was Patrick, not sure though. I had seen her before, so either her son had run away again, or hadn't returned home for a few years. She never seemed to give up, though.
By the time we had arrived near Newsies Square, the boys' conversation was on the headlines. There were no good ones, but of course 'Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes.' Jack's favorite saying.