Prologue
Not once upon a time, but upon our time in the year 1895, a young boy of about 12 years lived with his mother and father in a large and ominous mansion deep in the city of Brooklyn New York. They lived a mysterious existence. Although the family was incredibly wealthy, and had everything they ever wanted, they chose isolation over human contact, and thus the boy was often alone. He had two friends; his younger sister and the girl who lived next door. Even at their young age, they knew they wanted to get married.
One cold winter's night, the boy lay in his bed, sleeping, when all of a sudden the silence of night was broken. Shouts, yells, the smashing of glass caused him to hide beneath his covers in terror. While he hid, a shivering lump under the warmth of his duvet, he held his hands over his ears, and so he was unaware of his parents and sister's death until the next morning.
And so the boy was left alone. His parents did not leave a will, so he was forced to grow up on the streets of Brooklyn. The girl next door shut herself away from him by force of her parents who would not have wanted their child to be in association with a street rat. Unequipped with the knowledge to socialize, he spent the next five years gaining leadership and except from the newsies, a group of poor newspaper selling street boys who were the only people he would go to since he refused to go to the orphanage. He used his leadership abilities to fill some sort of hole out of the emptiness that consumed his life.
He grew into a great leader, but he was arrogant and selfish. Instead of earning respect from his boys he would force, or even scare it out of them. He was the most feared and respected newsie in New York who always got what he wanted. So when five years later, The Bronx began to get on his last nerve, a war broke out. And I was sucked into it.
On a normal day like any other one, my life was altered like I had never thought possible. I had always wanted to do something more than what was expected of me (and being a girl newsie that expectation wasn't very high.) They always said girls could never change the world. I might not have changed the world, but I did change their worlds.
This is the story of how I Bellina, fell in love with Spot Conlon.
Authors Note! Hi everyone! So yes I am introducing a new Newsie fic that is partly inspired by my favorite Disney cartoon Beauty and the Beast. There will be elements from the original story, but morphed to fit the time period and of course Newsies. So yes that means no magical curse or enchanted objects. . But I will base some newsies off said objects like Lumire and Clogsworth. Spot is "the beast", and is going to be portrayed a "mean Spot". I a also introducing my own OC Bellina, who is the sister to Harlem's Newsie Leader Luciano (yes they are Italian instead of French. So anyway, I hope you follow/favorite and leave a review!