Hey guys! This is my first fan fic so I'm not too sure how it will turn
out. Hopefully good ^-^ By the way, if you would like to be in the story,
just e-mail me at pixieflowerr@aol.com with your preferred Newsies name,
what you look like, your personality, and what newsie(s) you would like to
possibly hook up with. I only need two or three so I'm sorry if I can't use
you ^_^ Anywho, please read and review I'll appreciate it SOO much! Hugs
and cherry flavored kisses for all who do!
Love,
MoonStar
P.S. I might slip in and out of the New YAWK accent because I'm not too good at wording it LoL.
Disclaimer: I do not own NEWSIES, and all of the.erm..newsies LoL. Only the one's you don't recognize. So don't sue me. All you'll get is a bunch of books. And my many many Newsies items.
"Woman gives boith to t'ree legged baby!"
"Man killed in freak egg accident!"
"Bat gives boith to cryin' newboin infant!"
It was a warm summer morning and the newsies were already at work, shouting the headlines and carrying the banner.
"T'ank you, ma'am," a teenage newsie with curly brown hair and a complexion that was the color of oatmeal said, tipping his hat to his customer as she handed him a penny for a copy of "The New York World."
"Hey Mush! I sold all me papes so I'se headin' to Tibby's. How'se much longer is you'se gonna be?"
"Hey Kid. I'se only got one pape left, but I'se can sell it on da way'se dere."
"Aight."
They talked as they walked towards Tibby's, the local newsies' hangout where they all went after they sold their morning papes.
The doorbell clanged as they walked in and the newsies turned to see who it was.
"Hiya, Mush, Blink. How'd da sellin' go for ya taday?" Crutchey asked.
"It was aight," Blink answered. "But we'se needs some betta headlines."
"Hey," Crutchey said. "Headlines don' sell papes, newsies sells papes." [a/n yeah, yeah, yeah, but I figured I should put it in my story once at least.]
"You'se is right, Crutchey, you'se always is," Mush said, heading to the table where Jack, David, and Racetrack were sitting.
"Hey Mush, guess who'se I'se saw taday?" Racetrack said. "I'll betcha a quarta you'se don' guess right."
"Cheese it Race," Jack said.
Race put his arms up in surrender. "It was jus' a hoimless bet."
"Who'se didja see?" Mush asked.
"Bay."
Mush gasped. "You'se saw hers? What does she'se look likes now? Is she still poity? Did you'se stop an' talk?"
"Slow down, kid. She gots a little bit tan, an' she has some blonde strands in her hair, which is still dat doik chestnut color, from da sun. An' she'se is real poity. I'se talked ta hoirs fo' a secon' but I'se hadta sell me papes. She goes ta da poik ev'ry Sataday. She ain't gotta job or nothin'."
Mush could vision her as if he just saw her. Her wavy brown hair rolling down her slim back. Her hunter green eyes shining and twinkling as she laughed. Her scarlet lips curved upwards in a smile, revealing her beautiful straight white teeth. He even saw the small scar that rested just above her right eyebrow that she received when she was just ten years old.
Flashback
"Do ya wanna play house wit' me?" ten year old Bay asked.
"Nah, dat's for goils. I'm goin' out fightin' wit' da guys," Mush answered.
"Then can I come?"
"Fightins' for guys, my Astra. You'se'll get hoit."
"I will not. I'se is a betta fighta den you'se."
He sighed. He knew that this was a hopeless cause.
"Fine. But if you'se get hurt, then don' come cryin' ta me."
She held surprisingly well against the older goods with only a few bruises, until she had to fight Smokey. She got a few good hits on him, but he punched her right above the eye with brass knuckles right above the eye before she could block him. She began to bleed and she cried with pain.
"Where da hell do you'se get off hittin' a goil wit' dat shit?! Ya fuckin' ass wipe!" Mush yelled. He bent down and picked her up. "Are you'se okay?"
"Yes," she whimpered through her tears, which were mixing with the blood that was coming down her face.
End Flashback
He couldn't wait to see his best friend again.
So.how is it? PLEASE review! This is just the beginning..hopefully it'll get better.Now please please please review and tell me what you think.
33MoonStar
MoonStar
P.S. I might slip in and out of the New YAWK accent because I'm not too good at wording it LoL.
Disclaimer: I do not own NEWSIES, and all of the.erm..newsies LoL. Only the one's you don't recognize. So don't sue me. All you'll get is a bunch of books. And my many many Newsies items.
"Woman gives boith to t'ree legged baby!"
"Man killed in freak egg accident!"
"Bat gives boith to cryin' newboin infant!"
It was a warm summer morning and the newsies were already at work, shouting the headlines and carrying the banner.
"T'ank you, ma'am," a teenage newsie with curly brown hair and a complexion that was the color of oatmeal said, tipping his hat to his customer as she handed him a penny for a copy of "The New York World."
"Hey Mush! I sold all me papes so I'se headin' to Tibby's. How'se much longer is you'se gonna be?"
"Hey Kid. I'se only got one pape left, but I'se can sell it on da way'se dere."
"Aight."
They talked as they walked towards Tibby's, the local newsies' hangout where they all went after they sold their morning papes.
The doorbell clanged as they walked in and the newsies turned to see who it was.
"Hiya, Mush, Blink. How'd da sellin' go for ya taday?" Crutchey asked.
"It was aight," Blink answered. "But we'se needs some betta headlines."
"Hey," Crutchey said. "Headlines don' sell papes, newsies sells papes." [a/n yeah, yeah, yeah, but I figured I should put it in my story once at least.]
"You'se is right, Crutchey, you'se always is," Mush said, heading to the table where Jack, David, and Racetrack were sitting.
"Hey Mush, guess who'se I'se saw taday?" Racetrack said. "I'll betcha a quarta you'se don' guess right."
"Cheese it Race," Jack said.
Race put his arms up in surrender. "It was jus' a hoimless bet."
"Who'se didja see?" Mush asked.
"Bay."
Mush gasped. "You'se saw hers? What does she'se look likes now? Is she still poity? Did you'se stop an' talk?"
"Slow down, kid. She gots a little bit tan, an' she has some blonde strands in her hair, which is still dat doik chestnut color, from da sun. An' she'se is real poity. I'se talked ta hoirs fo' a secon' but I'se hadta sell me papes. She goes ta da poik ev'ry Sataday. She ain't gotta job or nothin'."
Mush could vision her as if he just saw her. Her wavy brown hair rolling down her slim back. Her hunter green eyes shining and twinkling as she laughed. Her scarlet lips curved upwards in a smile, revealing her beautiful straight white teeth. He even saw the small scar that rested just above her right eyebrow that she received when she was just ten years old.
Flashback
"Do ya wanna play house wit' me?" ten year old Bay asked.
"Nah, dat's for goils. I'm goin' out fightin' wit' da guys," Mush answered.
"Then can I come?"
"Fightins' for guys, my Astra. You'se'll get hoit."
"I will not. I'se is a betta fighta den you'se."
He sighed. He knew that this was a hopeless cause.
"Fine. But if you'se get hurt, then don' come cryin' ta me."
She held surprisingly well against the older goods with only a few bruises, until she had to fight Smokey. She got a few good hits on him, but he punched her right above the eye with brass knuckles right above the eye before she could block him. She began to bleed and she cried with pain.
"Where da hell do you'se get off hittin' a goil wit' dat shit?! Ya fuckin' ass wipe!" Mush yelled. He bent down and picked her up. "Are you'se okay?"
"Yes," she whimpered through her tears, which were mixing with the blood that was coming down her face.
End Flashback
He couldn't wait to see his best friend again.
So.how is it? PLEASE review! This is just the beginning..hopefully it'll get better.Now please please please review and tell me what you think.
33MoonStar
