© 2001
DISCLAIMER: Ok, first of all, most of these newsie characters belongs to Disney *sob* but I have borrowed them for my own purposes just for a while. The rest of the characters that you don't recognize are my own creation. Yes, I spent my time coming up with a story and all of these names. If it's yours by chance, PLEASE do not sue me! I just hadn't gotten to a story you wrote yet. I'm sorry if I took your name! Enjoy!
A/N: Ok....I will only say this once...well that's a lie...I'll probale repeat it, but that's not the point! I wrote this story when I was like...12...I am now 15 and write ever so much better than this...I hope. Whatever, just read and please review it to tell me how wonderful it is...or how terrible it is and demand that I take it off. Either way, I like getting email.
Illuminated Nights
"Hmm hm hm hmm,"
"Would you stop humming?" demanded Rosa.
"I can't help it Rosa," came the reply. "I can't help it if I'm happy."
"You won't be so happy if Miss Lynn catches you," said Rosa. "Jen, how many times, do I have to tell you?"
"Yes, Rosa, I know what you'se always tellin' me." Rosa just shook her head and walked off, muttering in Spanish. Jen smiled to herself.
She had been raised working with her mother and they worked for a rich family in Manhattan, New York. She had an older brother, but according to her mother, he had ran off and had become a newsie. But Jen had never left the Moore estate where she worked so she didn't really know what a newsie was.
She was the same age as one of the daughters in the Moore household, Lynn. But Lynn hated Jen and always tried to get her into trouble, which often worked. However recently, Lynn's father had gotten her engaged, so Lynn was walking on air all of the time and pretty much left Jen alone.
"Jennifer, what on eoith are ya doin'?" asked a voice. Jen's head snapped up. It was her mother.
"I ain't doin' nothin', Ma," said Jen. "I'se takin' a break,"
"Ya knows we can't take a break. Miss Lynn's fiancé and his family are comin' ova for dinnah,"
"What?" Jen asked. "Dis is da foist thin' I'd hoid 'bout it!"
"Yeah, dey want us ta go shoppin' for some moah food for tanight. Ya wanna come?"
"Yeah!" Jen had always lived on the Moore estate, so she wanted desperately to be out in the city. She snatched up her coat and quickly followed her mother.
It was winter in Manhattan and the cold bit at Jen and her mother as they made their way to the store. When they came out of the store, Jen heard some voices ringing through the street.
"Member of da mayor's family found dead in da streets!" Jen's eyes were wide.
"Ma, look at dis!" Jen walked over to the boy. The boy was wearing a white button down shirt with a black vest, a grayish colored hat and dark pants.
"Miss, would ya like ta buy a pape, on'y one cent," said the boy as he started shivering. Jen looked at the boy with compassion.
"What's yer name?" asked Jen.
"R.Racetrack," said the boy.
"It's nice ta meet ya Racetrack," said Jen.
Jen looked over Racetrack. He was short and had brown hair, which was covered up by his hat. He had dark brown eyes, which Jen noted that they looked an awful lot like her mother's. Racetrack smiled and lifted her hand to his lips.
"Da pleasure's all mine...um."
"Jen," said Jen. Racetrack smiled.
"Jen," he repeated.
"And, yes, I would like ta buy a pape," Jen said handing him a nickel.
"Da papes are one cent," said Racetrack as he handed her a paper. He began rummaging in his pockets for her change.
"Keep da change."
"But-" Jen held up her hand.
"Merry Christmas," said Jen. She turned and walked back to her mother. "Very nice ta meet ya Racetrack!" Jen yelled, looking back at him.
"Dat was very kind of ya Jennifer," said her mother. "He looks an awful lot like..." her mother trailed off.
"Like who?" asked Jen.
"Nevahmoind dearest,"
"Tell me more 'bout Dad an' Anthony," Jen said, changing the subject.
"We're Italian as ya know,"
"Of course," said Jen smiling. Her mother always started out her stories like this.
"Yeah, an' most of us Higgins' 'ave dark hair an' dark eyes."
"'cept me!" Jen interrupted.
"Yeah, you'se an' yer faddur both 'ad green eyes." Mrs. Higgins sighed. "He always said dat you'se two was outta place in our family," she chuckled at the memory.
"'cause we was da on'y ones widout dark eyes," Jen finished. She had heard the story a million times, but she never grew tired of hearing about her father.
"Yes," Mrs. Higgins sighed. "But now, we'se got ta get back ta da Moore's house." Mrs. Higgins and Jen started walking across the street when a horse suddenly turned the corner.
"Ahh!" Jen screamed. Mrs. Higgins pushed Jen onto the sidewalk as the horse ran over her. "Ma!" Jen screamed.
"Stop dat horse!" a voice yelled.
"Ma!" Jen yelled again. She ran to her mother. Mrs. Higgins looked up at her with a blank stare. It took a while for Jen to realize that her mother wasn't looking at her at all. "No!" Jen choked out a sob.
"Jen?" a familiar voice called out. Jen looked up to see Racetrack. He knelt down next to her. "Are you'se okay?" Jen didn't take her gaze away from her mother. Racetrack took Mrs. Higgins' hand and shook his head. "No pulse," he said quietly.
"No," Jen whispered. She burst into tears. Race took her into his arms as a few men from the sidewalk picked up Mrs. Higgins' body.
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DISCLAIMER: Ok, first of all, most of these newsie characters belongs to Disney *sob* but I have borrowed them for my own purposes just for a while. The rest of the characters that you don't recognize are my own creation. Yes, I spent my time coming up with a story and all of these names. If it's yours by chance, PLEASE do not sue me! I just hadn't gotten to a story you wrote yet. I'm sorry if I took your name! Enjoy!
A/N: Ok....I will only say this once...well that's a lie...I'll probale repeat it, but that's not the point! I wrote this story when I was like...12...I am now 15 and write ever so much better than this...I hope. Whatever, just read and please review it to tell me how wonderful it is...or how terrible it is and demand that I take it off. Either way, I like getting email.
Illuminated Nights
"Hmm hm hm hmm,"
"Would you stop humming?" demanded Rosa.
"I can't help it Rosa," came the reply. "I can't help it if I'm happy."
"You won't be so happy if Miss Lynn catches you," said Rosa. "Jen, how many times, do I have to tell you?"
"Yes, Rosa, I know what you'se always tellin' me." Rosa just shook her head and walked off, muttering in Spanish. Jen smiled to herself.
She had been raised working with her mother and they worked for a rich family in Manhattan, New York. She had an older brother, but according to her mother, he had ran off and had become a newsie. But Jen had never left the Moore estate where she worked so she didn't really know what a newsie was.
She was the same age as one of the daughters in the Moore household, Lynn. But Lynn hated Jen and always tried to get her into trouble, which often worked. However recently, Lynn's father had gotten her engaged, so Lynn was walking on air all of the time and pretty much left Jen alone.
"Jennifer, what on eoith are ya doin'?" asked a voice. Jen's head snapped up. It was her mother.
"I ain't doin' nothin', Ma," said Jen. "I'se takin' a break,"
"Ya knows we can't take a break. Miss Lynn's fiancé and his family are comin' ova for dinnah,"
"What?" Jen asked. "Dis is da foist thin' I'd hoid 'bout it!"
"Yeah, dey want us ta go shoppin' for some moah food for tanight. Ya wanna come?"
"Yeah!" Jen had always lived on the Moore estate, so she wanted desperately to be out in the city. She snatched up her coat and quickly followed her mother.
It was winter in Manhattan and the cold bit at Jen and her mother as they made their way to the store. When they came out of the store, Jen heard some voices ringing through the street.
"Member of da mayor's family found dead in da streets!" Jen's eyes were wide.
"Ma, look at dis!" Jen walked over to the boy. The boy was wearing a white button down shirt with a black vest, a grayish colored hat and dark pants.
"Miss, would ya like ta buy a pape, on'y one cent," said the boy as he started shivering. Jen looked at the boy with compassion.
"What's yer name?" asked Jen.
"R.Racetrack," said the boy.
"It's nice ta meet ya Racetrack," said Jen.
Jen looked over Racetrack. He was short and had brown hair, which was covered up by his hat. He had dark brown eyes, which Jen noted that they looked an awful lot like her mother's. Racetrack smiled and lifted her hand to his lips.
"Da pleasure's all mine...um."
"Jen," said Jen. Racetrack smiled.
"Jen," he repeated.
"And, yes, I would like ta buy a pape," Jen said handing him a nickel.
"Da papes are one cent," said Racetrack as he handed her a paper. He began rummaging in his pockets for her change.
"Keep da change."
"But-" Jen held up her hand.
"Merry Christmas," said Jen. She turned and walked back to her mother. "Very nice ta meet ya Racetrack!" Jen yelled, looking back at him.
"Dat was very kind of ya Jennifer," said her mother. "He looks an awful lot like..." her mother trailed off.
"Like who?" asked Jen.
"Nevahmoind dearest,"
"Tell me more 'bout Dad an' Anthony," Jen said, changing the subject.
"We're Italian as ya know,"
"Of course," said Jen smiling. Her mother always started out her stories like this.
"Yeah, an' most of us Higgins' 'ave dark hair an' dark eyes."
"'cept me!" Jen interrupted.
"Yeah, you'se an' yer faddur both 'ad green eyes." Mrs. Higgins sighed. "He always said dat you'se two was outta place in our family," she chuckled at the memory.
"'cause we was da on'y ones widout dark eyes," Jen finished. She had heard the story a million times, but she never grew tired of hearing about her father.
"Yes," Mrs. Higgins sighed. "But now, we'se got ta get back ta da Moore's house." Mrs. Higgins and Jen started walking across the street when a horse suddenly turned the corner.
"Ahh!" Jen screamed. Mrs. Higgins pushed Jen onto the sidewalk as the horse ran over her. "Ma!" Jen screamed.
"Stop dat horse!" a voice yelled.
"Ma!" Jen yelled again. She ran to her mother. Mrs. Higgins looked up at her with a blank stare. It took a while for Jen to realize that her mother wasn't looking at her at all. "No!" Jen choked out a sob.
"Jen?" a familiar voice called out. Jen looked up to see Racetrack. He knelt down next to her. "Are you'se okay?" Jen didn't take her gaze away from her mother. Racetrack took Mrs. Higgins' hand and shook his head. "No pulse," he said quietly.
"No," Jen whispered. She burst into tears. Race took her into his arms as a few men from the sidewalk picked up Mrs. Higgins' body.
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