Disclaimer: Hey, what's up? I'm soo happy now that I've FINALLY figured out how to post my stories (lol), that I've decided to just keep posting. This is unfinished, but I like it and I like where it's going so I'm gonna work on it lots. As unrealistic as the plot here is... I do own it was well as the DISCLAIMER, Sprite, and Blake Williams. I don't own Mush (darn!), or any of the other newsies. Please enjoy the story and review :) Oh, if you want to be in this story, send a review or email me with a physical description and the newsie you want. I can't take everyone so hurry up if you want to be in it lol. tty'all latah :)
Smile,
~Sprite~
The Guardian
Elizabeth Williams paced nervously outside the door to her father's room. "How much longer is he going to be in there?" She muttered to herself before pivoting when the doctor's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Elizabeth, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do now. He's asking for you." Elizabeth turned to the door before the doctor spoke again. "Best to make his final arrangements and keep him as comfortable as possible." She nodded wiping the tears out of her eyes.
"Thank you for everything doctor." The doctor nodded and walked out of the room. Elizabeth walked slowly to her father's room. A light knock was heard at the door before Blake Williams called out,
"'s open." Elizabeth heard a loud cough from behind the door before she turned the knob. The sight that greeted her made her wince in pain. Her father lay frail and weak on his large bed. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have gotten worse since the last hours she spent with him.
"Papa, the doctor, well, the doctor he said," She looked down. She hated lying and had never been very good at it. "The doctor said you were going to get better." Blake smiled at his daughter's valiant effort to make him feel better.
"'s okay Elizabeth, I understand. I know I'm not gettin' better. Fact I don't think I have much time left."
"No!" Elizabeth yelled out. "No, you can't leave me. Please Papa, hang on. We'll get another doctor. Everything will work out. You just need to hang on." Elizabeth tightly held her father's hand in her own.
"I'm sorry Elizabeth. This is my end." Elizabeth let out a loud sob, and her father squeezed her hand. As she looked at him, he spoke his final words. "Elizabeth, this is very important, you need to listen to me. There's a young man you need to find. His name's Shawn Meyers, he's a newsboy. Are you listening? Shawn Meyers. You must find him and give him this letter. All right? He's your guardian. You need ta find him. He'll take care o' you, understand?" She nodded. Blake Williams squeezed his daughter's hand a final time. "Remember, Shawn Meyers. I love you Elizabeth. Take care o' yourself, and him, he needs you. Goodbye Sweetheart. I love you." With that, Blake left that world for another.
"No! Papa no! Come back!" Elizabeth's painful cries went unheard. "I love you too Papa, and I will find him." Elizabeth dropped her father's lifeless hand, took the letter, and walked out of the deceased man's room. As if she was on automatic she called the doctor back to take away her father's body. She then started to pack. She packed as many sets of clothing and as many of her prized possessions as she could fit into her small bag before she lay down on her bed and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The next morning came all too soon for the tall blonde, but she knew she had to get up. So, with much effort, Elizabeth pulled herself out of bed, dressed and ate a minor breakfast. Elizabeth sat idle after she had eaten. Uncertain, and still in mourning, she decided she should find this Shawn person as soon as possible before something happened to her.
*Well,* she thought, *here goes nothing.* With that, she turned away from her now alien front door, bag in hand, and started off down the street. "Let's see, if I was a newsboy, where would I be?" Elizabeth asked herself. She walked around for hours looking futily for a sign of some sort indicating where she should go. Finally she was struck by an idea. Why not ask a newsboy where to go? It was a genius idea, a brilliant idea, except she didn't see any newsboys up selling their papers yet. *No problem, I'll just go ask a store owner. I'm sure he'll know where I can look.*
"Excuse me sir!" Elizabeth called out to a man standing in front of a restaurant.
"Yes Miss, what can I do foah you?" Elizabeth thought for a moment about how to ask.
"Well, sir, I was wondering if you could tell me where I might be able to find a newsboy." The man looked at her oddly before asking,
"Are you lookin' foah a Manhattan Newsie, oah Brooklyn, oah Queens, Hahlem?" Elizabeth's expression turned to dismay. Surely she would never find Shawn if there were this many places for him to be. Another idea struck. She could ask the other newsboys if they knew of him. *Perfect,* she thought.
"Um, Manhattan, Where would I find them?" The owner laughed.
"Well, Miss, right ovah yondah I'd wagah. At the Newsboys' Lodging House." Elizabeth turned bright red. She hadn't seen the large sign hanging over an open building.
"Thank you sir!" Elizabeth called over her shoulder as she walked briskly over to the building. Elizabeth straightened her long white skirt and adjusted her vest and hat before walking up the awaiting stairs.
TBC PLEASE REVIEW!! *cough* sorry, I can be a little overeager sometimes.
~Sprite~
Smile,
~Sprite~
The Guardian
Elizabeth Williams paced nervously outside the door to her father's room. "How much longer is he going to be in there?" She muttered to herself before pivoting when the doctor's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Elizabeth, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do now. He's asking for you." Elizabeth turned to the door before the doctor spoke again. "Best to make his final arrangements and keep him as comfortable as possible." She nodded wiping the tears out of her eyes.
"Thank you for everything doctor." The doctor nodded and walked out of the room. Elizabeth walked slowly to her father's room. A light knock was heard at the door before Blake Williams called out,
"'s open." Elizabeth heard a loud cough from behind the door before she turned the knob. The sight that greeted her made her wince in pain. Her father lay frail and weak on his large bed. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have gotten worse since the last hours she spent with him.
"Papa, the doctor, well, the doctor he said," She looked down. She hated lying and had never been very good at it. "The doctor said you were going to get better." Blake smiled at his daughter's valiant effort to make him feel better.
"'s okay Elizabeth, I understand. I know I'm not gettin' better. Fact I don't think I have much time left."
"No!" Elizabeth yelled out. "No, you can't leave me. Please Papa, hang on. We'll get another doctor. Everything will work out. You just need to hang on." Elizabeth tightly held her father's hand in her own.
"I'm sorry Elizabeth. This is my end." Elizabeth let out a loud sob, and her father squeezed her hand. As she looked at him, he spoke his final words. "Elizabeth, this is very important, you need to listen to me. There's a young man you need to find. His name's Shawn Meyers, he's a newsboy. Are you listening? Shawn Meyers. You must find him and give him this letter. All right? He's your guardian. You need ta find him. He'll take care o' you, understand?" She nodded. Blake Williams squeezed his daughter's hand a final time. "Remember, Shawn Meyers. I love you Elizabeth. Take care o' yourself, and him, he needs you. Goodbye Sweetheart. I love you." With that, Blake left that world for another.
"No! Papa no! Come back!" Elizabeth's painful cries went unheard. "I love you too Papa, and I will find him." Elizabeth dropped her father's lifeless hand, took the letter, and walked out of the deceased man's room. As if she was on automatic she called the doctor back to take away her father's body. She then started to pack. She packed as many sets of clothing and as many of her prized possessions as she could fit into her small bag before she lay down on her bed and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The next morning came all too soon for the tall blonde, but she knew she had to get up. So, with much effort, Elizabeth pulled herself out of bed, dressed and ate a minor breakfast. Elizabeth sat idle after she had eaten. Uncertain, and still in mourning, she decided she should find this Shawn person as soon as possible before something happened to her.
*Well,* she thought, *here goes nothing.* With that, she turned away from her now alien front door, bag in hand, and started off down the street. "Let's see, if I was a newsboy, where would I be?" Elizabeth asked herself. She walked around for hours looking futily for a sign of some sort indicating where she should go. Finally she was struck by an idea. Why not ask a newsboy where to go? It was a genius idea, a brilliant idea, except she didn't see any newsboys up selling their papers yet. *No problem, I'll just go ask a store owner. I'm sure he'll know where I can look.*
"Excuse me sir!" Elizabeth called out to a man standing in front of a restaurant.
"Yes Miss, what can I do foah you?" Elizabeth thought for a moment about how to ask.
"Well, sir, I was wondering if you could tell me where I might be able to find a newsboy." The man looked at her oddly before asking,
"Are you lookin' foah a Manhattan Newsie, oah Brooklyn, oah Queens, Hahlem?" Elizabeth's expression turned to dismay. Surely she would never find Shawn if there were this many places for him to be. Another idea struck. She could ask the other newsboys if they knew of him. *Perfect,* she thought.
"Um, Manhattan, Where would I find them?" The owner laughed.
"Well, Miss, right ovah yondah I'd wagah. At the Newsboys' Lodging House." Elizabeth turned bright red. She hadn't seen the large sign hanging over an open building.
"Thank you sir!" Elizabeth called over her shoulder as she walked briskly over to the building. Elizabeth straightened her long white skirt and adjusted her vest and hat before walking up the awaiting stairs.
TBC PLEASE REVIEW!! *cough* sorry, I can be a little overeager sometimes.
~Sprite~