Hello! This is my first Newsies Fanfiction ever! Sorry if I get carried away with the detail and writing, but that's just me! I hope I don't get too OOC or become Mary Sue when I get more chapters in! This is to all the girls who think they have what it takes to be selling papes and faking healines. I have seen both the movie and musical show! Well, anyways I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review please! Thank you!

Never was I the type of girl to go straight for the ribbon to put in my hair or to bother with the lacy endings of my dress. Never was I the girl to sit up straight in class or even pay attention. Nah, I was the kind of girl who would come into the house with their dress all covered in mud or would put my elbows on the table during dinner time. I didn't have time to be the, oh so called, 'daddies perfect little girl.' Nope in fact, I preferred to be one of the guys. I never had interest in being a lady or doing lady things, my head was always stuck in the clouds, thinking about how maybe I could be like a boy for once, do more boy things.

For example, I want to go play kick the can or go out to the end of the street and hitch a ride on the back of a carriage. I want to go climb buildings and boxes, go where ever I want, the world would've been my playground. But the people that really caught my eye, well more like kids, but they always seemed to have a good time around eachother, even always managing to have a smile or a laugh even in these tough times when it comes to money. It was those Newsies.

I want to be one. I want to be fast and foolish and full of fun like them. I want to go out and about yelling and handing out papes, even if I did have to lie about the headlines. Now the living may not be the easiest, but I want to be one of those guys, to have a laugh, a smile, or even a chuckle even when life gets you down.

My name is Florian G. Wynne, and I want to be a newsie, and this is where my story begins.

Florian looked out the window, the sky showed it's usual partly cloudy during this time of day, where you could still see the sun just beaming through the clouds, it was nice. But, she wasn't looking out the window just to look at the day pass by, no, she was waiting for that usual time when they would come to this part of the city. She waited and watched as people walked by busily and carriages carrying various things went on their way. Florian waited for a good amount of time, just watching the corner end of the road, waiting for one glimpse of them. Florian held her breath for a moment, closed her eyes and muttered,

"And...Now!"

Quickly flickering them back open to see if they suddenly appeared, in which they didn't. She huffed, again doing the same thing over and over again. Until she thought to herself, maybe they weren't coming today. Florian sighed, looking forward back at the school chalkboard, listening to the teacher go on and on about that same quick brown fox or whatever. It wasn't until her interest was caught again, by the sound of a few rowdy boys from outside. Florian quickly snapped her head to the window and looked beyond it. It was them, the newsies.

Florian smile went wide as she saw a few of them run down the street and some kicking rocks, them having the time of their lives knowing they have change in their pockets from todays sell of papes. Oh, how Florian would rather be out there instead of being in here. She watched as they talked and made their way up the street soon to be passing the schoolhouse.

Sometimes it would just be the same few or sometimes and additional new boys. But today it seemed to be that same boy, one with an ascot of some sort, then the one with the curly brown hair who seemed to be with a younger and smaller boy with the same colored hair as well, but this one had straight hair. As they made their way down, they stopped and turned around, there was muffed shouting, which kinda sounded like,

"Hey, you comin' or what?"

The accent noticeable from the one with the ascot. They all seemed to be waiting for someone. Florian watched as well, eyes fixed on who or what the others were waiting for. Within a few seconds, out came a young male, who seemed to have a limp of some sort? No, he seemed to be crippled by the way he walked and hobbled on the crutch. But the way he walked didn't stop him, he was sure was moving fast for what he had. Florian has never seen this boy before, hell, never a newsie like him.

Once the boy in the crutch caught up, the guy in the ascot wrapped an arm around him, having a smile on his face as well did crutch boy. They started walking past the schoolhouse, and it was time for Florian to do her daily route. She waited for them to pass the window and for her to somewhat get their attention and have them notice her. Florian got ready. Closer and closer they got until finally she gently knocked on the glass, hoping not too loud for the teacher to hear from the front of the room; she eyed the front of the room a bit then looked back at the window, sure enough, the others did the usual reaction as well, they looked over, the smiled fading for a second then coming back, giving a nice nod and wave in response. This made Florian's day two times better each time.

Florian watched the boys start to walk off, their gazes leaving the window where Florian was seen from. She sighed as they began to walk off, but she couldn't help, but notice, that one boy with the crutch. He looked a back and without a doubt, smiled again. Florian couldn't help, but smile even wider herself. This boy was just made you fill with joy if you ever saw his smile. Just by looking at him you could tell he-

"Miss Wynne, daydreaming again, I see?"

Her thought was interrupted by the teacher; caught again. Florian huffed and looked at the teacher, the teacher having a not so pleasant look on her face,

"I will be sending another note to your parents about this behavior."

Florian gave a quiet,

"Yes, m'mam."

The looked at her hands that were put on the desk. The teacher walked off and Florian, rolled her eyes. If she was a newsie, she wouldn't have to be here in school dealing with teachers, ruining the only source of fun she had. Florian was quiet, but her conscience yelling at her from the back of her head. She couldn't ignore it, it was about time she should've thought this.

'Maybe you should go see that boy, maybe you can have what it takes to have that feeling of being free, by the looks of it anyone can be a newsie if he can.'

'Maybe you can finally become a newsie.'