Notes: first of all, I know that it's been a while. This story was deleted early, because of the casting call but now it's back. Just know that I might be kinda slow in updating because I am about to finish high school and I also have a job. I will try to update whenever possible. I just missed posting stories on here as often as I used to. Please visit my message board.It'sin my profile.
I do not own the newsies. I only own the characters of Aqua, Needle, Comedy, Pillow, and Joseph. All othercharacters belong to their respectable owners.
Chapter 1
New York School for the Uneducated. I read the name in disgust at their choice of words, thinking of how they could make the name any more obvious. How about saying street rats…homeless…heathen…there were so many ways to say it.
The next thing I took notice of was the building itself. It was obvious that they'd put hours of work into it…and I mean hours. The crumbling brick structure looked like it hadn't been touched in years and exposed too much to the weather.
The ground surrounding the area was still littered with trash that people didn't bother throwing away. Just be glancing at it, you could tell that it used to be an old factory, probably still burnt and blackened on the inside from a fire years ago.
It made me wonder how they even got teachers to apply for jobs. I decided that those people that did were desperate for money and had no other choice…just like me.
Although nobody could really pay to go to school, they had collected money to send all the 'street rats' to school. They say that it's for our own good, but we know better. They want us off the streets.
Everyone says we set bad examples for the 'educated' people. When it all comes down to it, it really depends on your definition of educated. We're not stupid. We know these streets better than the people who paved them. We know every alley, shortcut and hideout in this city. We're practically geniuses…at least in street smarts.
I don't care much for history. Who cares about the past, when it's the present that's earning you money. If we wanted people to buy papers, we needed to know what's going on now. Old news won't help us. I guess since newsies aren't the only ones forced to go, they decided that we had to learn that as well.
English…please. After years of speaking incorrectly according to their standards, how do they expect us to write correctly? Some kids my age can barely read. A lot of people are on a lower level of learning than they should be. No offense to them…I am one of them after all. I hear the comments people make about us.
A bell rings inside the building, signaling the first day was about to begin. A collective groan floated through the crowd of people. I was no exception. Boys and girls of all ages filed into the school, a lot like prisoners and feeling no differently.