Wow, my first story on this account! Hope you guys like it. And I know there are a lot of weird sentences, but I feel like this is how Actor would talk, so just go with it.
Life's not fair. Seriously, that's probably going through the head of half the people in the world right now. And it's entirely true. Everyone has some grudge against the universe. Me, I've got a pretty decent list going. Like, how I hate my brother, my dad's in jail, I betray people constantly, etc. But, I'm not complaining. Things could be worse.
And who am I? The name's Actor. I'm a girl, 15 years old. Spent my life out on the streets ever since I was six. Got picked up by a gang at seven and been with them ever since. Before all that I had a nice life. Mother, father, brother; the whole package. Father started to get in debt from horse races when I was little and had to work a lot of jobs to pay it off. Even I had to help my mother make ornaments to sell for money while my brother did odd jobs here and there. One day there was an accident. At least, that's what I was told. Father had been drinking with his friends and on the way home they ran into some guys who my dad had paid off. Demanding more money, you know? So my father goes and hits a guy on the head with an empty bottle. The guy started bleeding and was left there when everyone ran away. Bled to death, and my father was sent to jail. He's still there, as a matter of fact. Got a sentence of twenty years, more time than necessary because he was charged for alleged "debt". I visit him every chance I get, because he's my dad and I still love him. My mother still goes too, and I visit her as well. See, after the accident my mom got a job as a maid at some rich guy's house. But I'd have to work as a maid as well if I wanted to live there, so I hightailed it out of there. My mom understands though, so we're still good friends.
It's my brother that I hate. He was eight when the accident happened, and I still remember what he was like. He was caring and a nice brother, and although he liked to play jokes he was the best person ever. At least I thought so, until my father went to jail. My brother went into a fit when he heard what happened and blamed father for everything. Thought his life was in ruins and ditched us for the street because we still loved father. I still remember seeing him walking away, as I counted every step he took as he walked into the night. I don't know where he is now, and quite frankly I don't care.
The street gang that picked me up is called the Black King's. Their supposed turf is Manhattan, but they spread out across Brooklyn and Queen's (technically neutral gang territory). I've been with them for eight years now, and I love them like a family. I work mainly as a spy, since no one outside of the gang really knows I exist. Probably because of our outfit. We wear all black, and tie black bandannas around the lower part of our faces when we fight or go out in daylight. We're pretty much night owls. Right now I'm spying on the Manhattan Newsies. Night (the leader) said something about having some fun with Manhattan and Brooklyn while keeping an eye on them. I trust him, so I'm just going along with it.
And it was really easy to infiltrate the Manhattan Newsies. All I did was beat up the Delancy's but act innocent around Newsies when they came over and talked to me. Jack was looking at me like he knew something at first, but then he gladly let me join.
Now, a week later, I'm a Newsie. And I've got to carry out a plan to destroy them.
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