Hi people of the world. I'm back but with a different story. Newsies has been my latest obsession and I'm writing a Spot Conlon/Jack Kelly/ OC Fanficton! If I get at least 5 reviews I'll update in a week. Let me stop talking and let you people read the first chapter.
CHAPTER 1
Alone. That's what I felt today while walking through the crowded streets of New York City. No one really gives a damn about what you do yet there's a sense of unity that flows through the veins of people in this great city. I sorta like that I can peacefully go about my business without someone poking there nose in it. The name's Strings, well not really. My real name is McKenna. It's just a nickname I got for playing my fiddle on the streets. That's my main source of survival. I'm hoping to sell newspapers soon so I can make more money.
Your probably wondering why a 15 year old girl is wandering around the streets of Manhattan at this hour. Well to be honest with you, I'm not really sure. I used to live with my parents. I am looking for my damn idiot of a brother. He ran away a few years ago. I was around 13. He asked me to come with him, but I couldn't. My mother's sick with pneumonia I believe. I ain't no doctor so I'm not really sure. She's dying. Her last wish is to see all of my family, including me brother Seamus. He said he'd be in Brooklyn if I needed him. I'm headed there now.
I can understand why me brother left. My father's a drunk. Out all night and home by the wee hours of the morning. I just wish me brother stayed.
I've been walking through the streets of 'Hattan for nearly 3 hours. I don't know where I'm going but I'll find Brooklyn. It's already around 5 o'clock. Freezing cold it is out here. It's already autumn, the time when the leaves in Central Park are falling and the warm colored leaves create a whirlwind around the city. This is taking forever. Its almost dark outside and I haven't reached the BrooklynBridge yet. I wish Brooklyn was closer.
"Would ya like ta help a boy out and buy a pape miss?" said a newsie with a slight Italian accent. He was slightly shorter than me and was dressed in the usual newsie attire. A cap, a shirt and suspenders.
"I'm sorry I really can't." I said while walking at a faster pace.
"And why is that miss?" said the boy as he chased after me. "It's my last pape miss could ya spare a penny to help a boy out.."
This kid couldn't take a hint. "I don't have any money to spare for a newspaper. I'm just trying to get to Brooklyn ta find me brother." It was no use to run so I just stood there waiting for an answer.
" Miss, if yer headed for Brooklyn, you should realize yer walking away from Brooklyn, not towards it." Damn. I was told that Brooklyn was this way.
"Miss, you shouldn't go ta Brooklyn at this hour. It ain't safe." This boy was getting on me last nerve.
"And why is that?!" I angrily snapped at him.
"Spot Conlon's newsies are not as nice as I am. Youse can stay at the Manhattan Lodging House tonight. I can take ya ta Brooklyn in 2 days." I decided to trust the boy and accepted his offer.
"Fine, I'll come." And with the fiddle on me back I followed the kid to the Lodging House.
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