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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, maybe some things, but not the characters from Newsies; they belong to Disney.
Author's Note: A few things before the story; First of all, I'd like to say that this chapter is very short. I am aware of this and the chapters will get longer and better as the story continues. Also, this is my first Newsies fic, so be gentle. With that being said, read, review, and then get "Luvs."
"Exty! Exty! Read all about da stoim in Queens," Snipeshooter shouted enthusiastically above the hustle bustle of the crowd. Scampering from here to there, he made his daily rounds. Snipeshooter was so engrossed in his work, that he failed to notice a small toy sword on the ground until it was too late. Landing with a soft 'Oof' he tripped and fell into the mud, his papers scattering.
Snipeshooter muttered curses under his breath as he tried to collect the missing papers. One of them was stuffed into his face. "Is this yours?" a high-pitched, nasal voice asked.
Snipeshooter looked up to see a young girl of about twelve was handing a newspaper to him. She was short, had long red hair, freckles, and was slightly hefty. To most, she would be passed off as terribly plain, but Snipeshooter would disagree.
The red-head grew impatient. "Well, is it yours, or isn't it?"
"U-u-uh-huh," Snipeshooter stammered as he grabbed his paper.
"Sophia," a well-to-do, stout businessman called. "Will you stop fraternizing with lowly guttersnipes and get over here? We must still pick you out a dress for your sister's debutante ball."
Sophie rolled her eyes, turned to the man and walked back to him whining. "But I don't want a new dress. I want to go play with Ruby; she's allowed to go into the streets and play by herself!"
"Now, we shall have none of that! You are going to be a lady even if it kills you. And ladies should behave as such - you're going to get a new dress! By the way, now that you've told me what your friend's like, you will not be seeing any more of her."
Sophie's mouth dropped in shock. "But Dad!"
"Don't disagree with your father!" The man swatted his daughter on the back of her head.
"Ow!"
Snipeshooter watched this scene unfold. "So," he thought aloud. "her name's Sophia . . ."