Hello, this is your newest author at ff.net. Please R+R, I want to know how I'm doing.
This is also my first Fanfic story…EVER so please be kind. Now the disclaimer:
I'm a 16-year-old girl who lives in Oregon; I do not own Newsies. I never have, and I'm pretty sure I never will. Disney owns Newsies, and I am not Disney. I'm not making a cent making this story. I'm also broke, if you sue; you'll get my computer and my rapping hamster.
Now…ON WITH THE FIC!
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It was almost a year after the ever so famous strike had taken place. Things had returned to normal. As normal as normal could be.
Spot was still the leader of Brooklyn and still wore that mysterious key around his neck. Jack was still selling a hundred papes a day. Race still gambled. All the newsies partied at Irving hall when they had the time. And Skittery still wore that pink shirt.
Even though the anniversary of when the newsies won the strike was a month away. They still made plans to celebrate their success at Irving Hall. Yep, everything was picture perfect. It looked like nothing would be any different. Until one summer day, four people entered the newsies' lives that they wouldn't soon forget.
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An. Short I know, but I do have the next chapter written I just need to post it so make me feel good. R+R