[If I Were a Bell I'd be Ringing]
[Chapitre 1] [Lucky Penny]
Disclaimer: I don't own any character unfortunately. Michelle is my real life friend and this is the story that I am dedicating to her. And I know it's a shocker, but Disney owns Newsies.
Michelle sat on the seat of her open window and closed her eyes gently, giving into the beautiful breeze that poured through the light from her window. She closed her book, held it to her heart, and gazed out among the streets of New York City. She heard the echoes of the newsboys as she sat there staring out the window and felt a twinge of pain in her heart. She felt that she had it so easy, and felt so bad for the helpless orphans and runaways that had to make a living out of selling news papers. A sigh of boredom escaped her lips as she peered into the streets and prayed for an opportunity to leave the confinement of her bedroom, hopefully a friend. "MIIIICHELLE!" cried the obnoxious voice of her younger sister Molly as she stomped her way into the room. She rolled her eyes as she spun around to face her sister. "What do you want?" she said insipidly as she let out an over-dramatic sigh. "You're sitting on my side of the room again!" Molly said in her whiniest voice and stomped her foot for exaggeration on the word "again". "God forbid." Michelle sighed as she rolled her eyes at her sister once more and climbed out the fire escape so she could sit on the stairs to finish up her reading. She wasn't going to get any done with Molly in the room. "Extra, Extra, read all about it!" shouted a clear voice from the streets and she looked through the bars of the railing to see who it was making all of that racket. With a sudden burst of energy she galloped her way down the fire escape steps and down to the crazy city streets. She dug deep into her pockets and found nothing but lint. With a smirk she then stuck two fingers down the side of her worn brown boots and pulled out a shiny penny. She heard that distinctive voice again and followed it somewhat down the street until she caught a glimpse of who this voice belonged to. She shoved her way through the crowd quickly saying her "excuse me's" and her "I'm sorry's", and finally she was about four feet when she exclaimed "Hey you! In the bowler hat!" With that, the puzzled boy spun around and scanned the crowd to see who had called for him. Michelle thought to herself, "this is it!" and with that she flicked that penny into the air(she had been practicing) in hopes that this boy would catch it and she would look street-wise, and hopefully in his eyes, cool. As she watched the penny fly through the air she then turned her attention back to the boy, and noticed that he was yet to find who it was that was calling his name. His eyes wincing through his glasses he was skimming the crowd looking for a familiar face and didn't see this shiny object headed right for him. "Ding!" The penny hit him smack-dab in the forehead and with a puzzled look he looked down to pick up the coin. Thankfully it was heads up and he knelt down to pick it up and when he stood up he was greeted by Michelle's abashed face. "Sorry about that," said Michelle sarcastically, trying to cover-up her embarrassment, and the boy merely smiled at her. "No problem," he said, "I never believed that a 'heads up' penny brought luck, until now." Not knowing what to say she just stared at him blankly, blinking her eyes widely with her mouth wide open. Not knowing what to say she just said the first thing that came to her mind. "Uh, the New York World please."
And with a laugh, he gave her the paper and asked her if she was OK.
Disclaimer: I don't own any character unfortunately. Michelle is my real life friend and this is the story that I am dedicating to her. And I know it's a shocker, but Disney owns Newsies.
Michelle sat on the seat of her open window and closed her eyes gently, giving into the beautiful breeze that poured through the light from her window. She closed her book, held it to her heart, and gazed out among the streets of New York City. She heard the echoes of the newsboys as she sat there staring out the window and felt a twinge of pain in her heart. She felt that she had it so easy, and felt so bad for the helpless orphans and runaways that had to make a living out of selling news papers. A sigh of boredom escaped her lips as she peered into the streets and prayed for an opportunity to leave the confinement of her bedroom, hopefully a friend. "MIIIICHELLE!" cried the obnoxious voice of her younger sister Molly as she stomped her way into the room. She rolled her eyes as she spun around to face her sister. "What do you want?" she said insipidly as she let out an over-dramatic sigh. "You're sitting on my side of the room again!" Molly said in her whiniest voice and stomped her foot for exaggeration on the word "again". "God forbid." Michelle sighed as she rolled her eyes at her sister once more and climbed out the fire escape so she could sit on the stairs to finish up her reading. She wasn't going to get any done with Molly in the room. "Extra, Extra, read all about it!" shouted a clear voice from the streets and she looked through the bars of the railing to see who it was making all of that racket. With a sudden burst of energy she galloped her way down the fire escape steps and down to the crazy city streets. She dug deep into her pockets and found nothing but lint. With a smirk she then stuck two fingers down the side of her worn brown boots and pulled out a shiny penny. She heard that distinctive voice again and followed it somewhat down the street until she caught a glimpse of who this voice belonged to. She shoved her way through the crowd quickly saying her "excuse me's" and her "I'm sorry's", and finally she was about four feet when she exclaimed "Hey you! In the bowler hat!" With that, the puzzled boy spun around and scanned the crowd to see who had called for him. Michelle thought to herself, "this is it!" and with that she flicked that penny into the air(she had been practicing) in hopes that this boy would catch it and she would look street-wise, and hopefully in his eyes, cool. As she watched the penny fly through the air she then turned her attention back to the boy, and noticed that he was yet to find who it was that was calling his name. His eyes wincing through his glasses he was skimming the crowd looking for a familiar face and didn't see this shiny object headed right for him. "Ding!" The penny hit him smack-dab in the forehead and with a puzzled look he looked down to pick up the coin. Thankfully it was heads up and he knelt down to pick it up and when he stood up he was greeted by Michelle's abashed face. "Sorry about that," said Michelle sarcastically, trying to cover-up her embarrassment, and the boy merely smiled at her. "No problem," he said, "I never believed that a 'heads up' penny brought luck, until now." Not knowing what to say she just stared at him blankly, blinking her eyes widely with her mouth wide open. Not knowing what to say she just said the first thing that came to her mind. "Uh, the New York World please."
And with a laugh, he gave her the paper and asked her if she was OK.