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my characters so if you want to use them I would be honored but please ask
first.
A/N- I know I haven't been on for a long time.and please check out my other story. More coming soon((stories and chapters)). I currently am on computer probation so shhhhh. Yeah so don't expect to much updating for a while. Sorry. Please please PLEASE!!!! review!
SOMETHING LIKE THAT
PROLOUGE
It was the third time that week that I had found myself writing. Writing about what? It doesn't matter. All that does matter is the fact that I was writing. I was writing to escape the world. To escape everyone's laughter and jeers. So what if I'm different. Now I may not be beautiful but I'm not ugly. And I may not be normal but I know I'm not a freak. I have shoulder length moose brown hair, with the ends turned in, kind of framing my face, and I wear small, square, thick rimmed glasses that sort of hide the only thing I like about myself, my eyes. I've got the weirdest eyes. One is this brownish color with gold flecks and the other is a bluish-violet color, seriously it sometimes looks purple. I'm short, 4'11", 16 years old, and still figure-less. My mom says that late bloomers are the prettiest ones. I don't think I'm a late bloomer, I just don't think I'm going to "bloom" at all.
Or maybe it does matter what I was writing about. Newsies. My newest love, obsession, call it what you want. Maybe that was the reason I was pulled back in time to 1899, Brooklyn, New York. I, like many other newsies fans, am in love with Spot Conlon. Now you're probably thinking I'm a freak and I'm losing my mind and that the men with the white jackets will be coming for me soon and that there's no way in hell that I could have gone back in time but I'm telling you, it happened. It may be because I live in Brooklyn and I may have had this really whacked up dream but I seriously doubt it.
I was being teased constantly. About my clothes. Ever since I watched newsies two years ago (ok, so the obsession isn't that new) I have never gone anywhere without wearing my charcoal newsies cap. And my wardrobe only consists of capri's, boots like they wore back then, plain colored shirts, wool skirts, and knee socks. So I'm weird. I even tried to get my mom to let me be a newsgirl but of course she wouldn't let me. "It's too dangerous" she said. Whatever.
Back to my adventure. It was the third time that week I found myself writing in order to escape. And escape I did . . . let me tell you about it,
A/N- I know I haven't been on for a long time.and please check out my other story. More coming soon((stories and chapters)). I currently am on computer probation so shhhhh. Yeah so don't expect to much updating for a while. Sorry. Please please PLEASE!!!! review!
SOMETHING LIKE THAT
PROLOUGE
It was the third time that week that I had found myself writing. Writing about what? It doesn't matter. All that does matter is the fact that I was writing. I was writing to escape the world. To escape everyone's laughter and jeers. So what if I'm different. Now I may not be beautiful but I'm not ugly. And I may not be normal but I know I'm not a freak. I have shoulder length moose brown hair, with the ends turned in, kind of framing my face, and I wear small, square, thick rimmed glasses that sort of hide the only thing I like about myself, my eyes. I've got the weirdest eyes. One is this brownish color with gold flecks and the other is a bluish-violet color, seriously it sometimes looks purple. I'm short, 4'11", 16 years old, and still figure-less. My mom says that late bloomers are the prettiest ones. I don't think I'm a late bloomer, I just don't think I'm going to "bloom" at all.
Or maybe it does matter what I was writing about. Newsies. My newest love, obsession, call it what you want. Maybe that was the reason I was pulled back in time to 1899, Brooklyn, New York. I, like many other newsies fans, am in love with Spot Conlon. Now you're probably thinking I'm a freak and I'm losing my mind and that the men with the white jackets will be coming for me soon and that there's no way in hell that I could have gone back in time but I'm telling you, it happened. It may be because I live in Brooklyn and I may have had this really whacked up dream but I seriously doubt it.
I was being teased constantly. About my clothes. Ever since I watched newsies two years ago (ok, so the obsession isn't that new) I have never gone anywhere without wearing my charcoal newsies cap. And my wardrobe only consists of capri's, boots like they wore back then, plain colored shirts, wool skirts, and knee socks. So I'm weird. I even tried to get my mom to let me be a newsgirl but of course she wouldn't let me. "It's too dangerous" she said. Whatever.
Back to my adventure. It was the third time that week I found myself writing in order to escape. And escape I did . . . let me tell you about it,