I do not own Newsies. I only own the plot line and the characters you've never heard of.
Prologue
Breathing hard. Sweat running down my face. My only thoughts are few. Drive. Focus. Forget. Feel.
All I could feel was the determination.
I had to forget that this was beyond anything I knew.
I had to do this. Ever fiber of my body was driven to succeed; to show that I wasn't just some pansy little girl anymore. That I wasn't her anymore.
I had to focus. I knew my goal. I knew that my crossing that bridge would be my finish line for part of my life and the start of another.
Question was though... could I?
A/N: So I will be frank, I have very little idea as to where this story will go. I have ideas swarming in my head of different routes but as this story goes, it may be as wild as a loose blade wheel. There will be some pairing up and I will be going back to the 1992 film and not using the recent Broadway production. If this sparks your interest, be patient. I haven't written (or been truly inspired) in a few years. Reviews are welcomed.
