Just a Working Girl

by Angel1029

It is basicley just what the title says; it's a working girl's P.O.V. on life in the factory.

This is my second fanfic and I don't own the newsies, Disney does.

I work all day and sometimes night. The factory is stuffy and crowded with kids that are even younger than me. I am a working girl of New York, I am just 11 years old and without a family. A lot of us are just like me, no home, no family, and very poor. We are used by the grown-ups to do all the hard work that they don't want to do.

I used to have two brothers, they worked in the mines and came home late at night, exhausted. That was when we had a home, way back when. Now they are gone, died from the mine collapsing, while I was here, in the factory, also working. Our little house burned down 2 years ago, it was 5 years after they died. I have been working for 6 years, since I was 5, and for a little bit, I had a family and a home.

Now I take care of the younger children here at the factory and keep them as safe as I can. Yesterday, sweet little Laura died after getting caught in one of the machines, we all hope she's in Heaven now; she was only 6.

At 11, some girls have parents thinking of marriage, but I will never get married or get an education, I am just a working girl of New York.

This is a short one-shot but I hope you like it!—Angel1029