Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, blah, blah, blah. I do own Nona Sinclair
and the nuns, but not the idea of the nuns. That's all Disney. I also used
a line from Mary Poppins, which also happens to belong to Disney. Damn,
they own everything don't they?! Also the title is taken from the song of
the same name by Garbage.
Author's Note: This is my first ff, so please be kind. You know what, don't be kind if you don't want to. Send flames, I don't care. Just review. Since Itals disappear here, all the thoughts will be in the these pretty brackets.~{thought} On with the story!
Chapter 1
"Wake up Nona darling," a woman with an Irish accent said gently.
Nona groaned as she turned over and buried her head underneath the blankets.
"Oh Nona, don't be like this. It's the same every morning. You know you have to get up now."
She pulled the blankets off her face and stared at the kind face of the nun over the bed.
"Does it have to be the same every morning?"
"Unfortunately dear. Now off you go or you'll miss breakfast."
"Yes Sister Mary Catherine," she replied groggily.
The nun chuckled as she left the room muttering something about children. Nona sat up slowly as she stretched her tired limbs. {I've never understood why it's necessary for anyone to wake up before the sun.} She quickly took one of the worn dresses from off its hook and slipped it over her head. She moaned sleepily as she rubbed her dark brown eyes and noticed the mass of red hair on her head, which was hanging in every direction at the moment.
"Stupid hair. Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Idea." Nona walked over to the small sink in the corner and turned on the faucet. Here goes. She took a deep breath and stuck her head under the running water.
"Ha. Stupid hair, that'll show you. You know, I try to make you look nice everyday, keep you clean, and what do you give me in return? Nothin' that's what!"
Nona continued to grumble at her hair when someone clearing their throat interrupted her. Nona jumped up, banging her head on the faucet. "Ow!" Sister Mary Catherine chuckled behind her hand at the sight of the sopping wet girl.
"Why are you laughing at my pain? That's not very saint-like. I thought they taught you nuns to be compassionate."
"Come along dear," the nun replied still chuckling. Nona grabbed a ribbon, tied half of her hair up and tried to survey her handy-work in the small mirror.
"Stupid small mirror." She scoffed at it in her best British accent. "This will never do! I much prefer seeing all of my face at the same time."
"No-na!"
"Coming!" she called as she ran after the nun.
"You're a dreamer dear. One of these days you're going to get lost in those clouds up there and it'll hurt when you come back down. Well, I suppose I'm just giving' you more fodder for that over-active imagination of yours, but after breakfast I've a surprise for you love."
"Really?!" Her mind began to wander at the thought; it wasn't often that there were surprises around the abbey. Usually it was the same thing everyday. Wake up, have breakfast, go to mass, do your chores, help at the orphanage, then go to sleep so you were ready to do the same thing the next day. Nona heard Sister Mary Catherine's voice in the distance as she daydreamed about the surprise. {I wonder what it could be. Well maybe there's no reason to get my hopes up. Last time there was a surprise it turned out that one of the kids at the orphanage had found a goat somewhere and it was my job to find a home for it! I still don't understand how you find a goat in New York.} As all this was running through her head, she didn't notice the low hanging eave until her forehead slammed into it. "Ow!" She grabbed her head and tried to blink the spots out of her eyes. "That makes twice in five minutes. A personal record."
"You should learn to heed my advice child. I told you it would hurt when you came back down."
Biting her lip, Nona forced a small smile to stop from saying something she knew she would regret later. As they entered the hall, Nona returned to her thoughts. {Maybe this time it'll be worth the title of surprise. Whatever it is.}
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Blink groaned and turned over as he heard Kloppman climb the stairs.
"Time to sell the papers boys!" the old man yelled.
Blink lay still when Kloppman reached him, which resulted in a poke in the ribs from a broom handle.
"Ow! Alright, alright, I'm up already! Jeez!"
Kloppman chuckled as he walked to the other newsies' bunks. Blink hopped off the top bunk, readjusted his eyepatch, and pushed his blond hair out of his blue eye.
"Sometimes I think he gets a little too happy when he's torturin' us," a boy with slicked back, black hair said.
"Yeah Race, I know what ya mean," Blink said to the Italian as he rubbed his sore spot from the broom handle. Race chuckled as he walked into the washroom, cigar in hand. Blink followed the line of newsies into the washroom and splashed water on his face. He had a funny feeling about today. Something was gonna happen. Not something bad, but something.
"Mornin' Kid," a muscular boy with curly brown hair said to Blink.
Blink just grunted, not paying attention.
"Hello? Earth ta Blink."
"Oh, uh sorry Mush. I jist got dis a weird feelin' 'bout taday. I can't put me finga on it, but somethin's gonna happen." Blink made his way out of the washroom and back to his bunk to get dressed.
"What's eatin' him?" a tall blond boy with a cowboy hat asked Mush.
"He's got anudder one a dem feelins. He'll be okay Jack. He's jist a liddle distracted dat's all." Jack and Mush turned to look at Blink, caught in a daze and trying to button his shirt inside out.
"Hey Kid!" Jack called, "yer shirt's on inside out." Blink turned bright red and slowly took his shirt off and turned it around.
"I knew dat. I was just uh, yeah um, you see, that was um." Mush and Jack burst out laughing as Blink stammered trying to make an excuse.
"Don't worry 'bout it Blink. We gotta head out anyways if we wanna get somethin' from da nuns."
The three boys joined the rest of the newsies as they made their way out of the Lodging House and to the distribution office. As they swarmed into the streets, Blink returned to his thoughts. {Dis is gonna be one weird day.}
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Author's Note: This is my first ff, so please be kind. You know what, don't be kind if you don't want to. Send flames, I don't care. Just review. Since Itals disappear here, all the thoughts will be in the these pretty brackets.~{thought} On with the story!
Chapter 1
"Wake up Nona darling," a woman with an Irish accent said gently.
Nona groaned as she turned over and buried her head underneath the blankets.
"Oh Nona, don't be like this. It's the same every morning. You know you have to get up now."
She pulled the blankets off her face and stared at the kind face of the nun over the bed.
"Does it have to be the same every morning?"
"Unfortunately dear. Now off you go or you'll miss breakfast."
"Yes Sister Mary Catherine," she replied groggily.
The nun chuckled as she left the room muttering something about children. Nona sat up slowly as she stretched her tired limbs. {I've never understood why it's necessary for anyone to wake up before the sun.} She quickly took one of the worn dresses from off its hook and slipped it over her head. She moaned sleepily as she rubbed her dark brown eyes and noticed the mass of red hair on her head, which was hanging in every direction at the moment.
"Stupid hair. Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Idea." Nona walked over to the small sink in the corner and turned on the faucet. Here goes. She took a deep breath and stuck her head under the running water.
"Ha. Stupid hair, that'll show you. You know, I try to make you look nice everyday, keep you clean, and what do you give me in return? Nothin' that's what!"
Nona continued to grumble at her hair when someone clearing their throat interrupted her. Nona jumped up, banging her head on the faucet. "Ow!" Sister Mary Catherine chuckled behind her hand at the sight of the sopping wet girl.
"Why are you laughing at my pain? That's not very saint-like. I thought they taught you nuns to be compassionate."
"Come along dear," the nun replied still chuckling. Nona grabbed a ribbon, tied half of her hair up and tried to survey her handy-work in the small mirror.
"Stupid small mirror." She scoffed at it in her best British accent. "This will never do! I much prefer seeing all of my face at the same time."
"No-na!"
"Coming!" she called as she ran after the nun.
"You're a dreamer dear. One of these days you're going to get lost in those clouds up there and it'll hurt when you come back down. Well, I suppose I'm just giving' you more fodder for that over-active imagination of yours, but after breakfast I've a surprise for you love."
"Really?!" Her mind began to wander at the thought; it wasn't often that there were surprises around the abbey. Usually it was the same thing everyday. Wake up, have breakfast, go to mass, do your chores, help at the orphanage, then go to sleep so you were ready to do the same thing the next day. Nona heard Sister Mary Catherine's voice in the distance as she daydreamed about the surprise. {I wonder what it could be. Well maybe there's no reason to get my hopes up. Last time there was a surprise it turned out that one of the kids at the orphanage had found a goat somewhere and it was my job to find a home for it! I still don't understand how you find a goat in New York.} As all this was running through her head, she didn't notice the low hanging eave until her forehead slammed into it. "Ow!" She grabbed her head and tried to blink the spots out of her eyes. "That makes twice in five minutes. A personal record."
"You should learn to heed my advice child. I told you it would hurt when you came back down."
Biting her lip, Nona forced a small smile to stop from saying something she knew she would regret later. As they entered the hall, Nona returned to her thoughts. {Maybe this time it'll be worth the title of surprise. Whatever it is.}
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Blink groaned and turned over as he heard Kloppman climb the stairs.
"Time to sell the papers boys!" the old man yelled.
Blink lay still when Kloppman reached him, which resulted in a poke in the ribs from a broom handle.
"Ow! Alright, alright, I'm up already! Jeez!"
Kloppman chuckled as he walked to the other newsies' bunks. Blink hopped off the top bunk, readjusted his eyepatch, and pushed his blond hair out of his blue eye.
"Sometimes I think he gets a little too happy when he's torturin' us," a boy with slicked back, black hair said.
"Yeah Race, I know what ya mean," Blink said to the Italian as he rubbed his sore spot from the broom handle. Race chuckled as he walked into the washroom, cigar in hand. Blink followed the line of newsies into the washroom and splashed water on his face. He had a funny feeling about today. Something was gonna happen. Not something bad, but something.
"Mornin' Kid," a muscular boy with curly brown hair said to Blink.
Blink just grunted, not paying attention.
"Hello? Earth ta Blink."
"Oh, uh sorry Mush. I jist got dis a weird feelin' 'bout taday. I can't put me finga on it, but somethin's gonna happen." Blink made his way out of the washroom and back to his bunk to get dressed.
"What's eatin' him?" a tall blond boy with a cowboy hat asked Mush.
"He's got anudder one a dem feelins. He'll be okay Jack. He's jist a liddle distracted dat's all." Jack and Mush turned to look at Blink, caught in a daze and trying to button his shirt inside out.
"Hey Kid!" Jack called, "yer shirt's on inside out." Blink turned bright red and slowly took his shirt off and turned it around.
"I knew dat. I was just uh, yeah um, you see, that was um." Mush and Jack burst out laughing as Blink stammered trying to make an excuse.
"Don't worry 'bout it Blink. We gotta head out anyways if we wanna get somethin' from da nuns."
The three boys joined the rest of the newsies as they made their way out of the Lodging House and to the distribution office. As they swarmed into the streets, Blink returned to his thoughts. {Dis is gonna be one weird day.}
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