I do not own the newsies…or characters from the movie, they're Disney's. Anyone you don't recognize from the movie is mine.
This is my first so please review! Thanks!
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I used to love the stars. Back in Manhattan, I would lie on the roof and dream, the stars having placed a transfixing glaze over my vision. Dream of love, magic, laughter. I trusted those stars, as I did everyone back then. I guess "back then" wasn't that long ago, but today I feel so much older. I am still young, and yet grown in so many ways.
I know not to trust anyone but Manny. I can trust him with anything, really. I am so fortunate for him; he gives me something to remain strong for… a reason not to give up. But I can't trust these stars. I am not lying out here to praise the stars in their glory – because up close, stars are giant, burning balls of fire that will incinerate if you ever actually reach them. What could be more misleading?
So why am I out here? Maybe I want to believe that the stars can be trusted, and that if I stare at them long enough, I will forgive them for trying to mislead me. Maybe I know that somewhere out there, one of the newsies could be looking at the same stars that I am, and I yearn for any connection possible to them, despite what's happened.
Who really knows?
All I know is that out here, I am gripped with fear. Fear that slowly bubbles and grows inside of me. Fear that I attempt to mask with bravery every day. Fear for the newsies' lives, for Manny's life, and for my own life.
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