Author's Note: *Cackles* This is what happens when you've been reading
parody fics and eating Twinkies all day..muah ha ha! (Oh yeah, the
beginning's sorta stupid, but it gets better believe meee!)
Disclaimer: If I owned the Newsies, they would be locked in my closet, not in my imagination. Anyway, Jewel Angel Kat is mine (but you can have her if you want.. *shudders*)
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The Adventures of a Mary-Sue in Newsie Land
It was a dark and stormy afternoon in upper Manhattan. The thunder growled like a hungry lion (rawr!) and the gray clouds floated like fat men over the sky. The rain poured down in torrents, it was no day for a young girl to be walking by herself.
Katarina Lolita Fandango-Winfrey De La Fleur walked through the rain on her way home from buying milk or something for her beloved mother. Kat loved her family dearly, her perfect family. Her mother was a supermodel/dancer/rich lady and her father was an actor/lawyer/rich guy, she was an only child and had everything you could ever ask for. Her house was a 20 story mansion, but Kat got 10 stories all to herself. They also had 14 tennis courts, 32 Porsches (which didn't exist back then but who cares, she's a mary sue!), 16 swimming pools and all the latest poofy- sleeved dresses from Paris.
Kat opened the door and stepped inside.
"Mother? Papa? I have the milk or something you asked for," She called "Mother? Papa?" No answer. Kat grabbed an umbrella and swung it around like a baseball bat. Something was wrong; she could feel it with her amazing ms.cleo-rivaling intuition.
The balcony door swung open to reveal Kat's parents, dead as roadkill.
"Girlish gasp! Mama Papa! Nooo!" Kat exclaimed, but she knew what to do in her heart. She couldn't stay in her house, in case the murderers came back for her (which they surely would because she's so perfect and beautiful and priceless).
She packed her bags, including the billion-dollar diamond incrusted locket her mother had given her when she was born and headed to lower Manhattan to join the newsies which she instinctively knew to do.
She ran blindly through the rain, but with grace, towards the building marked "Newsboys Lodging House"
Kat opened the door and slipped in.
"Who're you?" A voice called out to her. Kat gasped!
Disclaimer: If I owned the Newsies, they would be locked in my closet, not in my imagination. Anyway, Jewel Angel Kat is mine (but you can have her if you want.. *shudders*)
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The Adventures of a Mary-Sue in Newsie Land
It was a dark and stormy afternoon in upper Manhattan. The thunder growled like a hungry lion (rawr!) and the gray clouds floated like fat men over the sky. The rain poured down in torrents, it was no day for a young girl to be walking by herself.
Katarina Lolita Fandango-Winfrey De La Fleur walked through the rain on her way home from buying milk or something for her beloved mother. Kat loved her family dearly, her perfect family. Her mother was a supermodel/dancer/rich lady and her father was an actor/lawyer/rich guy, she was an only child and had everything you could ever ask for. Her house was a 20 story mansion, but Kat got 10 stories all to herself. They also had 14 tennis courts, 32 Porsches (which didn't exist back then but who cares, she's a mary sue!), 16 swimming pools and all the latest poofy- sleeved dresses from Paris.
Kat opened the door and stepped inside.
"Mother? Papa? I have the milk or something you asked for," She called "Mother? Papa?" No answer. Kat grabbed an umbrella and swung it around like a baseball bat. Something was wrong; she could feel it with her amazing ms.cleo-rivaling intuition.
The balcony door swung open to reveal Kat's parents, dead as roadkill.
"Girlish gasp! Mama Papa! Nooo!" Kat exclaimed, but she knew what to do in her heart. She couldn't stay in her house, in case the murderers came back for her (which they surely would because she's so perfect and beautiful and priceless).
She packed her bags, including the billion-dollar diamond incrusted locket her mother had given her when she was born and headed to lower Manhattan to join the newsies which she instinctively knew to do.
She ran blindly through the rain, but with grace, towards the building marked "Newsboys Lodging House"
Kat opened the door and slipped in.
"Who're you?" A voice called out to her. Kat gasped!