Hiya! My name's Snapshot! So, my friends (Spinner, Curly, and Sketch) and I got together a notebook. We all agreed we should start writing a fan fic and I guess I was somehow choosen to do it. So, this is for my goils and they're newsie lovers. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Walt Disney Newsies characters. Spinner, Curly, Sketch, and Snapshot are characters based on actual people, therefore, we own them. Do not steal them without permission, cause that's just not cool.
The judge eyed the child through wired glasses. His chin was tilted upwards, his overly large nose held high in the musky courthouse air. "The jury finds you guilty. I sentence you a twenty dollar fine."
"Twenty bucks?!" The young teen cried out. Heaving a sigh, the defendant touched the cabby hat sitting on her head. "I couldn't earn that money in a lifetime." She muttered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man approach the judge. He was rather large and slightly balding.
"Your honor," he turned and gave a snide look to the criminal, "I believe all this child needs is a few weeks of behavioral adjustment. I can provide that." A slight smile crossed the old man's mouth. What a suck up.
The judge looked the girl up and down, rubbing his chin. "I suppose that is the best." He finally said after what seemed like forever. "I re-sentence the accused to three months in Mr. Snyder's House of Refuge." She could've sworn his hair slid off his head a little when he struck the gavel loudly against the dark wood.
Blue eyes flew open taking in its surroundings. The street rat whom the eyes belonged to was breathing heavily. Catching her breath, the orphan muttered to herself while standing up and brushing her knickers off. She walked out of the dank alley which served as her shelter for the previous night. Shielding her eyes, she felt the bright morning light warm up her cold skin. It was a cool spring morning. The busy people of New York were bustling down the sidewalk, paying no attention to the orphan girl as she walked in their midst. She swiftly outstretched on leg, then another, her head held high and her posture flashing confidence.
But, this posture crumbled as two plump policemen were spotted. The teen slipped into the closest small shop. Fortunately, the escapee had gone unnoticed. The pudgy policemen had passed right by the shop and the shopkeeper was currently helping a young man. The shop was dimly lit and a few display shelves lined the walls, a showcase in the center of the shop. The blue-eyed girl scanned the store's dusty shelves. A smile played on her lips as she spotted a camera sitting in the back of the shop. It seemed as if all of the light in the room was directed towards the device. She couldn't resist the shiny lens or the mahogany wood framing. In no time she had her hands all over the clean, new camera.
As if he had radar on him, the shopkeeper yelled, "Hey! You touch it, you buy it." Before the orphan could turn around, the old man had grabbed the collar of her shirt and was pulling her out the door.
Well, she was busted already, so she might as well make it worth the fuss. Slipping her skilled hand into the man's pocket, she pushed back, "Sir, I'se was thinkin' 'bout buyin' sumtin!" Jackpot! She dropped a smooth round ring back into her own pocket right after the man shoved her out the door. The pickpocket caught herself before falling to the ground. "Easy enough!" she cooed, walking casually down the sidewalk.
Suddenly, she heard a yell from behind, "He's got my ring! Stop him!" Everyone immediately cleared away from her. In front of her, the two policemen from before turned, recognizing her. The girl spun on her heel and ran the opposite way. She ducked around people, only looking back once to see the cops pushing citizens aside, creating too much of a scene. Just as quickly as she started running, a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into an alley.
End Chapter
I hope you liked it. More to come soon. Reviews are loved!