HOLA! BONJOUR!! ALOHA! ELLO! HEY! Sorry couldn't help myself . . . I really am not bothering with the whole Newsies accent (except a few things) because, let's face it, I suck . . . now if someone wants to go through the trouble, which I'm sure no one does, of translating/giving me the words that are said different, I'll be ecstatic but I highly doubt anyone wants/will do that. Oh and FYI Lawrah is pronounced Laura, it's just spelled cool . . . my friend thought it was pronounced, well honestly I don't know how she thought it was pronounced . . .
So, yeah, before I really start babbling, here's:
Rebuilding a Family – Chapter One
Enjoy. Oh yeah and I don't own anything you don't recognize!
I sighed, looking at the man who held my possible future job in his hands. He gave me a once over, again. "I don't know."
"I promise, I wont do nothin' horrible," I practically begged, "I need this job, please mister." Boy did I ever. I got fired from my last job for getting into a fight with a guy who smacked my butt.
"Remind why ya got fired," he said, again, giving me a doubtful look.
"Mister, I don't let nobody take me for granted and I can keep the trouble out, please! Don't ya have a heart." I was getting to him, I could tell but there was still some doubt in his eyes. I really hoped I wouldn't have to count on my 'acting skills', as Lawrah would call them. I could feel the tears behind my eyes and the doubt disappeared.
"Alright, alright," he said, smiling, "Don't get all upset on me. I'll give you the job."
"Thank you, mister," I sniffled, wiping my eyes, "You're a good person." He smiled, ruffling my hair slightly before giving me an apron. As he disappeared into the back, I shuddered, shaking my head. I felt eyes on me and turned to see a guy, with a red bandanna hanging from his neck, smirking at me. I gave him my deadliest glare but he just shook his head, turning to talk to another guy who had hit him with a cane. "Anyone even thinks about touching my ass, I'll soak 'em." I heard a chuckle from behind me and turned to see my employer.
"You'd make a good Newsie, Miss Natalia," he smiled, "Most of them aren't as convincing as you."
"No, but-."
"Get to work," he laughed, throwing me a pad and pen, "No more tricks."
"Fine," I muttered, "And Mr. Tristan, my name is Nat, not Natalia."
"Well then, Natalia, you can call me Max." I glared at him slightly, but he only chuckled. "Get to work." I rolled my eyes, tying the apron around my waist, and started taking orders. As the day went on, I learned a lot about Max. He was actually quite a sweetheart. When I put up the last chair, I heard him mutter, "We weren't as crowded today."
"Huh," I muttered, not exactly paying attention to what he had said, "Well, if that's all, I'll be leaving."
"Oh yeah, be sure to be here by six tomorrow."
"Yeah, yeah, see ya tomorrow," I muttered, stifling a yawn, "And Max, thanks for the job."
"No problem Natalia."
"Nat," I muttered before leaving, hearing him chuckle. I pulled my coat tighter around me and started my walk home. I loved Manhattan, besides the crazy carriage drivers whose goal in life is to run me over, it's a great city. As I looked around, I saw a Newsie and remembered that I had told Lawrah I'd buy her one. I jogged up to the boy and flashed a penny in his face, "One pape please."
"O' course," he smiled, handing me one, "'ave a nice day, miss." I smiled, nodding to him in return. It was too cold to sing, let alone talk. Quickly, I made my way home, and found a bowl of soup waiting on the table for me.
"How was job hunting today, Nat?" a voice asked from the living room.
"I fown un," I said, my mouth full of soup. A laugh came from behind me and I turned to see Lawrah Franklin's smiling face. Swallowing, I muttered, "I, uhm, found one."
"So where is this job?" she asked, bustling around the kitchen with a pad of paper.
"Tibby's," I said before I took another mouthful, "Da Newsey's 'angut."
"I can't understand you when you're mouth is full, darling," she laughed, "try again."
"I said," I sighed, looking at her, "Tibby's, the Newsies hang out."
"I was supposed to figure that out," she asked smiling.
"I wasn't expecting ya to," I muttered, kissing her cheek, "I'm goin' ta bed."
"G'night, Nat."
"Night Lawrah," I smiled. When I got to my room, I flopped down on my bed. I loved Lawrah, like family, but that was just it, she wasn't. She took me in when my family . . . well, let's just say they went wrong. She was like the mother I never had and she was damn good at it too, but as I got older, I insisted that I pay her back somehow. She told me no so many times but I finally got her with my brilliant shopping plan. You see, I would buy the groceries and she would cook them, keeping a roof over my head and I told her that if she every needed my money, it was hers but she refused. "Too much damn pride," I muttered, sleepily, drifting off to dreamy la-la land.