Disclaimer: Don't own Newsies. No way. No how.
A/N: I started this story to help break my writer's block on The Boy at the Window (sorry to people who are waiting for updates on that).
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"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
--'The Road Not Taken,' Robert Frost
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Prologue
If you follow Highway 10 long enough, through Little Rock, over the mountains, and past Harris Brake Lake, you'll find yourself in the small town of Perryville, Arkansas. Within moments of entering the town, you will find what you are looking for: a large white house complimented by a white picket fence, a wrap-around porch, and several large oak trees.
This is where our story begins.
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A/N: Sorry that it's so incredibly short. I just wanted to start it off this way and see how people reacted to it. The basis of this story is mixing Newsies with my family's history in Arkansas (i.e. building a massive house at the beginning of the 1900s). Hopefully everyone will enjoy it. Please be kind and review.