So, it's been a while since I wrote a Newsies fanfic and I figured it was time for a new one. Again, it is a time traveling one. Don't wanna read it? Then don't. But for those of you that are still with me, then enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing Newsies. That is all Disney.

Chapter 1

"How can you not have a favorite newsie?" Daisy asked her best friend Heather. The two were hanging out in Heather's room and had just finished watching their favorite movie: Newsies.

"I mean, I can understand not having just one since they are all perfect, but not even one?" their other friend Delilah added.

Daisy had long, straight, dark red hair and had black glasses that covered her blue eyes. She was also pretty tall, about 5'8", and very slender.

Heather had shoulder length, curly, dark blonde hair and also had blue eyes. She was significantly shorter, about 5'2", and was not as thin as Daisy.

Delilah had very long, straight dirty blonde hair that was in her traditional side braid. She had brown eyes and was about 5'5'. She was also curvy.

"I don't know, I just don't," Heather replied. "I really just wanna be bros with them. I mean, if I HAD to choose one, I guess I'd go with David. He seems the sweetest out of the bunch."

"But JACK!" Daisy argued.

"And SPOT!" Delilah followed.

"I know, I know. You guys are head over heels for Jack Kelly and Spot Conlon. I just don't feel that way about them."

"HEATHER!" a voice bellowed from the living room. Heather rolled her eyes and stood up. She walked out with Daisy and Delilah following her.

"Yes?" Heather asked when she got into the other room. There stood a tall woman with a platinum blonde pixie cut in her mid-30s dressed in a short black dress.

"I'm leaving for my date. You know what you have to do. Vacuum, do the laundry, clean the bathrooms-"

"Make the beds, wash the floors. Yaddah yaddah yaddah. I got it."

"Don't give me that attitude young lady. Be glad that your parents will left you to me or you would've been living on your own."

"Oh yes, I bow before the Great Queen Jillian of All." Heather got on her knees and bowed before her aunt. Daisy snickered. Jillian's eyes shot to her.

"One more sound out of you and I will ban you from this house."

"You've tried and yet, here I am," Daisy responded.

When Heather stood up, Jillian went back to her. "There's leftover salad in the fridge for dinner. Remember, no junk. You wanna fit into those new jeans, lose 2 inches."

With that Jillian turned on her heel and walked out.

"Lose 2 inches," Delilah mimicked in an annoying voice. She looked over at the other girl and saw her looking down at and holding her stomach. Daisy exhaled and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Don't listen to that bitch. You are gorgeous."

"And those jeans look hella sexy on you," Daisy put in.

Heather straightened up and said, "Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. Hey, you guys wanna walk to the store with me? I need more cleaning supplies."

"Sure, but just one question. Why do you put up with her? She is so awful to you."
"She's all I have. What else can I do?"
"Do like what Delilah and I did when we got tired of both of our parents' shit. Get emancipated and live on your own."

"I'm not strong enough to live on my own."

"Then come live with us," Delilah offered. "I mean, the three of us are gonna end up living together anyway. Why not get a head start?"

Heather actually thought about that for a moment. "That's not that bad of an idea. I'll think about it."

"Good. Cause living with the Wicked Bitch of the West is not healthy."

The three made their way for the door, but when they opened it, they were very surprised and confused. They opened the door and found themselves in a bakery, and old fashioned bakery, like from the late 1800s.

"Um, where are we?" Heather wondered.

"I don't know," Daisy stated. They saw an older man at the counter and decided to ask him what was going on.

"Excuse me, sir?" Delilah tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and a scowl crossed his face.

"How many times do I have to tell you dirty orphans that you can't get any free food?!"
"Oh, no, we weren't-" Daisy tried, but was interrupted.

"I don't want to hear it! Just get out!" And he pushed them out the door. The fell onto the ground and when they looked up, they were even more confused; getting freaked out even.

"Okay, what is going on?! Where the hell are we?!" Heather flipped out, putting her hands on Daisy's shoulders.

"Calm down. You need to breathe and we need to think rationally."

Heather took some deep breaths and began to calm down.

"Okay, I'm fine now. I'm just…I don't know how I'm feeling. I just want to know where we are and how we got here."

"Um…" Daisy looked around and then thought of something. "C'mere." The three ran across the street to a woman sitting on a bench. "Excuse me, ma'am?"
She looked up. "Yes?"
"May I see your newspaper for one second."

"Certainly." She handed Daisy the paper. Heather couldn't place it, but there was something very familiar about this woman.

Daisy turned to the front page and her eyes went wide.

"Um, th-thank you very much." She quickly handed her back the paper and pulled Heather and Delilah away. "I know when and where we are."

"And?"
"New York, 1899."

Kinda short, I know. But hey, it's just the first chapter. More will be up soon. Tell me what you think in a review!