Disclaimer: I don't own the newsies nor will I ever, but the characters I
make up are all mine.
Prologue:
The train station in New York City was a very busy place. Everyday trains would leave and trains would come. They came from all over the Untied States. Carrying hundreds of different people. People that wanted to get away and people that needed to get away.
One day a train pulled up that had been traveling from Santa Fe, New Mexico. From this train stepped a small child and her mother. The child was a girl named Maecra, or Mac for short and was only 10. This young girl had skin the color of caramel and eyes of chocolate. Her long dark brown hair stretch down past her mid-back. She had a carefree look about her, her eyes were wondering around taking in all the new sites and sounds. Her mother on the other hand had a look of worry on her face and her eyes scanned the crowd looking for any unwanted familiar faces.
"Mommy, is this New York City?" The child asked.
"Yes sweetie it is" Her mother answered while she ushered her out of the train station.
"Why did we leave home mommy?" The girl asked. Since she was only ten she vaguely remember anything.
"I'll tell you some day, not now, you're to young". Her mother did not want to scare her daughter with the horrors of their old life. The duo began to make their way into the very crowded streets of the city. Mac looked around, she noticed a small boy around her age selling newspapers. The boy was wearing a red bandanna around his neck and what she recognized immediately as a cowboy hat on his head. This cowboy hat was very large and went down past the young boy's eyes and every once in a while he would push it back up. Mac watched the young boy for a while and then was pulled away by her mother.
"Mommy my feet hurt" Mac complained.
"Mac come on, we have just a little while longer before we reach our new home" Her mother tightened her grip on her hand and began dragging her down the streets.
They came to an old building that looked like once it might have been decent but now was just another one of the many run down buildings. It was nothing special it was just your ordinary tenement building. Mac's mother led her to the front door and then inside. While her mother approached the front desk Mac took this as an opportunity to investigate their new surroundings. Mac would wander around until she saw something interesting and then stop and stare at it for a while. At the end of her investigation Mac noted these few things, the place had a lot of cracks, mice and a dust.
"All right Mac, our room is upstairs, come on" Her mother told her. Mac followed her up the stairs counting each one as they went.
"Number 7B" Her mother said to herself as she got out the key. She twisted the key in the lock and pushed open the door to reveal their new home. Standing in the door the two took in what they saw.
The room was very dark and smelled funny. The walls were covered in dust had a few bits of what was left of the wallpaper scattered about. There was only one window on the wall opposite to Mac. It looked to be that there were only three rooms counting the bathroom. To one this may seem like a hellhole but to Mac it was home, it was perfect.
Over the next few weeks Mac and her mother were getting settled in. Her mother got a job at one of the local factories, which cause her to be away during the day. Mac spent her days wandering around the city. It was like a maze, she would wander through the alleys. Before much time had past she knew the streets and alleys like the back of her hand. Since she wandered around the alleys so much Mac had to learn to fight. She basically taught herself what she needed to know and practiced on the men that approached her. Besides spending her day wandering around Mac would buy food and make dinner for her and her mother because when her mother came home she was always to tired to cook something.
The two lived like this successfully for six years before anything bad happened. One cannot expect to live for six years with out any trouble, especially when you had who Mac and her mother had after them. One day both of their lives would change drastically.
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What will happen to Mac and her mother?
When will the newsies come into the story?
A/N: Good? Bad? Tell me what you think and review, I'll love you forever = ) I love getting reviews they make me want to write faster!
Prologue:
The train station in New York City was a very busy place. Everyday trains would leave and trains would come. They came from all over the Untied States. Carrying hundreds of different people. People that wanted to get away and people that needed to get away.
One day a train pulled up that had been traveling from Santa Fe, New Mexico. From this train stepped a small child and her mother. The child was a girl named Maecra, or Mac for short and was only 10. This young girl had skin the color of caramel and eyes of chocolate. Her long dark brown hair stretch down past her mid-back. She had a carefree look about her, her eyes were wondering around taking in all the new sites and sounds. Her mother on the other hand had a look of worry on her face and her eyes scanned the crowd looking for any unwanted familiar faces.
"Mommy, is this New York City?" The child asked.
"Yes sweetie it is" Her mother answered while she ushered her out of the train station.
"Why did we leave home mommy?" The girl asked. Since she was only ten she vaguely remember anything.
"I'll tell you some day, not now, you're to young". Her mother did not want to scare her daughter with the horrors of their old life. The duo began to make their way into the very crowded streets of the city. Mac looked around, she noticed a small boy around her age selling newspapers. The boy was wearing a red bandanna around his neck and what she recognized immediately as a cowboy hat on his head. This cowboy hat was very large and went down past the young boy's eyes and every once in a while he would push it back up. Mac watched the young boy for a while and then was pulled away by her mother.
"Mommy my feet hurt" Mac complained.
"Mac come on, we have just a little while longer before we reach our new home" Her mother tightened her grip on her hand and began dragging her down the streets.
They came to an old building that looked like once it might have been decent but now was just another one of the many run down buildings. It was nothing special it was just your ordinary tenement building. Mac's mother led her to the front door and then inside. While her mother approached the front desk Mac took this as an opportunity to investigate their new surroundings. Mac would wander around until she saw something interesting and then stop and stare at it for a while. At the end of her investigation Mac noted these few things, the place had a lot of cracks, mice and a dust.
"All right Mac, our room is upstairs, come on" Her mother told her. Mac followed her up the stairs counting each one as they went.
"Number 7B" Her mother said to herself as she got out the key. She twisted the key in the lock and pushed open the door to reveal their new home. Standing in the door the two took in what they saw.
The room was very dark and smelled funny. The walls were covered in dust had a few bits of what was left of the wallpaper scattered about. There was only one window on the wall opposite to Mac. It looked to be that there were only three rooms counting the bathroom. To one this may seem like a hellhole but to Mac it was home, it was perfect.
Over the next few weeks Mac and her mother were getting settled in. Her mother got a job at one of the local factories, which cause her to be away during the day. Mac spent her days wandering around the city. It was like a maze, she would wander through the alleys. Before much time had past she knew the streets and alleys like the back of her hand. Since she wandered around the alleys so much Mac had to learn to fight. She basically taught herself what she needed to know and practiced on the men that approached her. Besides spending her day wandering around Mac would buy food and make dinner for her and her mother because when her mother came home she was always to tired to cook something.
The two lived like this successfully for six years before anything bad happened. One cannot expect to live for six years with out any trouble, especially when you had who Mac and her mother had after them. One day both of their lives would change drastically.
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What will happen to Mac and her mother?
When will the newsies come into the story?
A/N: Good? Bad? Tell me what you think and review, I'll love you forever = ) I love getting reviews they make me want to write faster!