I lived in the high society area of New York and waking up in my world was so boring compared to what was really out there in the city of New York.
My father is considered the king of New York news and I hated him with a passion he always bought my love and picked my matches. I lived in my father's perfect world for all my life or at least up until a few months ago when I met, Jack Kelly.
He was amazing, he was street through and through, he was a newsies; a kids who went around selling newspapers shouting headlines and pissing people like my father off. He wasn't just a newsie he was one of the best newsies selling more than any the others. He was smart, not book smart, but street smart and people smart. He charmed me from the moment we met. He was handsome young man, close to being 18 but if anyone asked who was buying a paper he was 15. He was tall and had long brown hair, it was cut just above his ears. He had a strong face that held dignity and a smile that was killer heart breaker. He was thin because of being starved most the times and he was dirty but he never smelled. He was kind, sweet, funny and cunning but he never lied to me and I trusted him.
I sat on my windowsill dressed in a white dress a blue ribbon had my hair half tied back and the rest hung down to my waist and a blue ribbon was tied around my waist and hung down the back of my dress.
I was waiting for Jack to show up outside my gate and I could hear the newsies calling and I smiled as Jack came up outside my gate.
"Are yous comin?" he called to me and I laughed.
I slid my shoes on and ran downstairs,
"Danielle, where are you going?" my father's dry raspy old voice reached my ears.
"Father I thought you were at work?" I looked at the dining room shocked.
"I thought we would have breakfast together" he motioned to the works.
"I'm not hungry father, Margret brought me something earlier I have to go" I smiled grabbing a handful of fruit and running outside past the door man and the carriage waiting for my father and out the gate to Jack.
I wrapped my arms around his neck,
Jack was wearing what he always wore brown pants, an old green shirt with a black pin stripped buttoned vest, a red neck tie was wrapped around his neck and a black cowboy hat hung on the back of his neck and under his vest were black suspenders. In the pocket of his vest was a rope wrapped up.
"Good morning" I smiled at his two companies that were following him.
"David, Les, this is Danielle. Danielle these are my new associates David and Les" he introduced.
Les looked about 10 and he was a kid, he had a white shirt, a brown vest and a brown hat but his brother David looked too clean to be a newsie. David had a blue pin stripped shirt a brown vest, a black neck tie and a brown hat perched on his head, he was handsome too serious.
"Pleasure" I curtseyed shaking their hands.
"Mame" David the older guy smiled.
"Madame" Les took his hat off and kissed my hand and I laughed.
"Alright" Jack took my hand from Les and whacked him with a paper on the head.
"I brought you some thing to eat" I handed him an apple, "Les, David would you like some fruit?" I held out an orange for Les.
"No, thank you" David shook it off and I gave it to Les who ate it hungrily.
"Come on" Jack took my hand and I smiled walking with him as Jack gave Les and David pointers about selling papers, "Selling papes is all about how you word your headlines. Also in Les' point he has to act like a dying kid"
"That's lying" David interrupted him.
"It's selling papes" I told him.
"Les lets hear you say this" Jack stopped and bent over coughing sickly, "buy me last pape mister" Jack stated.
Les coughed weakly,
"Buy me last pape mister?" he asked and I smirked.
"Perfect lets go" Jack smiled grabbing my hand and pulling me close to his back as we entered the boxing area. I was use to being with Jack and when he was around he always took care of me.
I stayed close to his back after he let go of my hand to hand out papes.
"Les you start in the back" Jack handed Les a few papers and he went around back.
"Extra! Extra! Trolley strike drags on!" David called as we entered the area.
"Extra! Extra! Ellis Island in flames big conflagration" Jack called.
"Wait? What? Where's that story" David asked as I pushed through with them.
A man held out his hand for a paper and Jake took the money and handed him the paper,
"Thank you sir, page 9" Jack took money from another man and handed him a paper, "Thousands flee in panic" Jack called behind him.
"Thank you much obliged too ya, Ladies" Jack acknowledged them.
David had the paper open and was reading it,
"Trash fire next to immigration building terrifies seagulls" David read out loud as I followed Jack around the ring.
"Terrified flight of Inferno!" Jack called handing out another paper, "Thousands of lives at stake, thank you" He took the money as we moved around the ring.
"Up here!" a guy called throwing Jack his money and Jack threw him a paper.
"Extra! Extra!" Jack stopped grabbing Les as he came through the rowdy crowd, "Start in the back like I told yea?" Jack sat down on an empty seat to get to Les' level.
"Okay, show me again" Jack told him.
Les coughed like he was sick,
"Buy me last pape mister?" Les groaned like he was sick before coughing again and I laughed slightly.
"It's heartbreaking" Jack told him pushing a pape into his chest and Les took it going to the back, "Go get 'em" Jack smiled as Les left.
"Our father told us not lie" David stated.
"Yeah, well mine told me not to starve so we both gots an education" Jack shrugged.
"You're just making up this things. All these headlines" David shook his head disappointed.
"He's not doing nothing those guys who write it don't do" I shrugged knowingly.
"Besides it's not lying it's just improving the truth a bit" Jack stated as the bell rang and an old man stepped out holding a chalk board that read Round 58 on one side and the other side said Round 57.
Jack grabbed my hand he kissed it and I smiled running my hand through his hair as he put his arm around my waist watching the boxing match.
Les came back,
"Guy gave me a quarter" he held out a quarter and I smelled beer, "Quick give some more of those papes" he told Jack.
"Wait" I grabbed Les and sniffed him, "He smells like beer" I looked at Jack.
"Well, that's how I made the quarter. The guy bet me I wouldn't drink some" Les shrugged and Jack laughed slightly and I shook my head.
"Hey, no drinking on the job. It's bad for business. Anyways what if someone called the cop on you" Jack asked.
"Is he a friend of yours?" David asked pointing to an older man in a black suit and a bowler hat who was staring hard at Jack.
"Beat it! It's the bulls" Jack stated scurrying under the ropes and I followed him.
