Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies, although I wish I did!! I do,
however, own Brynn!
Chapter 1
A young girl was walking the dirty streets of New York. The beaming sun shone on her brown hair and made it shine. She felt very out of place. While most everyone on the streets wore torn, dirty clothes, she wore what people call "high class" clothes. Her father was very strict and she always felt a need to defy him. He was a very powerful man in this city. Some people even feared him. But she knew another side of her father that most people had never seen.
When she was younger he used to take her places and do things with her. But all that had changed when her mother died a few years back. He had been very shaken by the event. Some people even say he went mad. Brynn felt a light tap on her shoulder and didn't even have to turn around to know that her walk was over.
"Um, excuse me Ms. Pulitzer," Brynn turned around to see a blue uniform.
'Oh great,' Brynn thought. This happened often.
"I'm sorry, but your father has requested you home."
"I'm coming John," she sighed. She knew most of the police officers by now. The police officer gave Brynn a stern look and she quickly corrected herself. "I mean Mr. Randall," she said sarcastically.
"Ugh, I need a new job," she heard the police officer say under his breath as he walked away.
Brynn walked into her house. It was so big. She couldn't stand her house. Most of the rooms she hadn't even been in. She would much rather live in a small, run down house, than a big, fancy house like hers. Her father walked up to her. His face was red with anger, but Brynn thought she could see a bit of relief behind the rage.
"Brynn! Where have you been," he asked sternly. Like he didn't know already! They had gone through this about a million times before.
"I just went on a walk daddy! No big deal!" Brynn said innocently putting on one of her angel faces.
"What have I told you before? I don't want you to walk on the streets alone. You never know what could happen to you! It is too dangerous out there for you to be by yourself," he said, in the same familiar tone she had heard many a times before.
This time she was going to fight back. "Dad! All I am doing is walking! Have I gotten hurt yet? NO! I don't know why you worry about me so much! Do you think that I can't fend for myself? Well I can! I'm not like mom! I don't leave my family and go and get myself killed!" Brynn knew she had said the wrong thing then. She stormed up to her room before her father could say anything to her. She could hear him calling her name as she ran into her room and slammed the door behind her.
Authors Note: Ok everyone! I want some reviews!!!! I know you can do it! Sorry it is so short! The next chapter will be longer, I promise!!
Chapter 1
A young girl was walking the dirty streets of New York. The beaming sun shone on her brown hair and made it shine. She felt very out of place. While most everyone on the streets wore torn, dirty clothes, she wore what people call "high class" clothes. Her father was very strict and she always felt a need to defy him. He was a very powerful man in this city. Some people even feared him. But she knew another side of her father that most people had never seen.
When she was younger he used to take her places and do things with her. But all that had changed when her mother died a few years back. He had been very shaken by the event. Some people even say he went mad. Brynn felt a light tap on her shoulder and didn't even have to turn around to know that her walk was over.
"Um, excuse me Ms. Pulitzer," Brynn turned around to see a blue uniform.
'Oh great,' Brynn thought. This happened often.
"I'm sorry, but your father has requested you home."
"I'm coming John," she sighed. She knew most of the police officers by now. The police officer gave Brynn a stern look and she quickly corrected herself. "I mean Mr. Randall," she said sarcastically.
"Ugh, I need a new job," she heard the police officer say under his breath as he walked away.
Brynn walked into her house. It was so big. She couldn't stand her house. Most of the rooms she hadn't even been in. She would much rather live in a small, run down house, than a big, fancy house like hers. Her father walked up to her. His face was red with anger, but Brynn thought she could see a bit of relief behind the rage.
"Brynn! Where have you been," he asked sternly. Like he didn't know already! They had gone through this about a million times before.
"I just went on a walk daddy! No big deal!" Brynn said innocently putting on one of her angel faces.
"What have I told you before? I don't want you to walk on the streets alone. You never know what could happen to you! It is too dangerous out there for you to be by yourself," he said, in the same familiar tone she had heard many a times before.
This time she was going to fight back. "Dad! All I am doing is walking! Have I gotten hurt yet? NO! I don't know why you worry about me so much! Do you think that I can't fend for myself? Well I can! I'm not like mom! I don't leave my family and go and get myself killed!" Brynn knew she had said the wrong thing then. She stormed up to her room before her father could say anything to her. She could hear him calling her name as she ran into her room and slammed the door behind her.
Authors Note: Ok everyone! I want some reviews!!!! I know you can do it! Sorry it is so short! The next chapter will be longer, I promise!!