Due to the fact that after reading Fear Not the Unknown I had feelings of outright despair, I decided to rewrite it. This isn't much better, but at least I don't cringe as much when I read it. Please leave a review if you have and suggestions! Thank you for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, nor do I claim to. Disney owns them.
I'm no good at telling stories. I never know where to begin. I guess at the beginning. But you see, you don't know who I am, do you?
My first name is Megan. I'm fifteen years old; fifteen lousy sheltered years. I have two elder brothers that contributed to that.
I live with my uncle because my Mama died giving birth to me and my Pap wanted to follow her. Both my parents: gone before my first birthday. A sad story I'm sure, but I've never known anything else. Perhaps my brothers remember their faces or their voices but I know nothing of them and maybe it is better this way.
The beginning of this particular story starts at the end of March, 1899. Both my brothers had been struck with something that made their cheeks swell and give them a temperature and it left the family income considerably depleted. My uncle asked me, then, to fill the void and take a job selling newspapers. My brothers had jobs helping my uncle distribute papers for The World, and since my uncle already had enough help to get by without them there for the moment, and I couldn't exactly take over two mens' job, I was going to have to sell.
My brothers, however, did not have what anyone would call a good rapport with the group of boys and girls who regularly sold the papers, so the situation would have to be handled delicately to avoid conflict.
I suppose now your are curious to exactly what family I am from. You see, it's my surname that always gets me into trouble. My surname precedes me. Yes, I am a Delancey. And no, I do not hate the Newsies of New York, however much I may try.