Ain' no Cindahrella
I do not own Newsies in any way. Inspired by Cinderella by The Cheetah Girls.
AN: Spot and Cinder are not related, although it sounds like it.
Spot and I have been orphans for a long time.
Shortly after our parents died, we joined the Brooklyn newsies.
Spot's older cousin Spike was in charge.
One of the older boys bought me a plastic fairy wand.
"Lookie Spotty! Ise Cindahrella!" I said prancing around with my wand.
"Youse no Cindahrella", Spot said, "She's not real, besides, youse nuttin' like 'er".
"Ise am too! Her mama and daddy are dead too!" I yelled at him.
"Yeah, but princess, youse don' need protectin'", Spot said.
During the Harlem War, Spot and I were back to back in a circle of Harlem boys.
"Get outta heah", Spot said.
"Wese discussed dis befoa, Ise ain' leavin' youse", I said.
"Get Spidah's gun", Spot whispered to me.
I nodded and said, "Be safe".
"Always", he said.
I ducked down as pebbles went flying in all directions. I rolled and landed in front of Fox, Spider's second. "Heya Fox", I said.
"Oh…hey Princess", he said.
I took him by surprise and pull out my knife and sliced it across his throat. "Foagive me faddah, for Ise sinned", I said softly. "Cindah!" I heard Spot yell. I looked and saw a beaten up Spot being held up by Blade and Switch, with Spider pointing a gun at Spot's forehead. I stopped breathing for a moment. I walked up behind Blade and grabbed his gun, without them noticing. I stood behind Spider and cocked the gun. "Any last words?" I asked, "Too late". I pulled the trigger and he fell down, dead.
Blade and Switch let go and run.
I walked over to Spot.
He looked up at me and smiled. "Where did dat come from?" he asked.
"A liddle boy once told me dat Ise ain' no Cindahrella", I said, "Guess he was right".