Disclaimer: For those of you who actually believe that I am a 12 year old
that owns newsies, I don't. Disney does ( Actually, I do own newsies,
pocket newsies of course.(
____Nightmares aren't Always That Bad____
Chapter One: Rotten Fish and Parasols
It was a sunny Saturday, and Georgia Mickens' life had just turned upside down. She didn't exactly remember what had happened, but she knew it hadn't been good. It had all happened so quickly, everything was just a blur. And suddenly, here she was, sitting in the middle of an alley. An alley! She thought. A filthy, disgusting, alley! How ever did Georgia Mickens herself end up in such a place?
She stood up, scowling at the amount of dirt she had to brush off her expensive, silky, dress. She brushed her well washed, dark brown hair out of her face, and then made sure every strand was in the perfect place. Then she picked up her lacy white parasol and strutted out of the alley, her head tilted high in a somewhat snooty position. If she had any sense at all, she would have noticed that the 'commoners' in the street where staring at her not because she was a beautiful rich girl who just happened to grace them with her presence, as she thought, but for a completely different reason. As she passed them, barely glancing their way, she began to smell a horrid scent. She began to grow a bit uneasy, as she heard snickering coming from behind her. She had about left the street, when she got the horrible feeling that it was her, perfect Georgia Mickens, that they were laughing at. This, of course, was to much for her to handle and she whipped around and pointed her parasol at a young man with a patch over his eye, holding a stack of newspapers. "You there, newspaper boy! What on earth are you and everyone laughing about?" Georgia said, her voice piercing through the laughter. The boy, who's name was Blink, looked a little astonished, and then said, "Well, miss. There's uh.. Well, there's a dead fish stuck on yer butt." At this, the crowd started laughing again and Georgia's face flared. "STOP LAUGHING!" she screamed, and once again the crowd fell silent. She reached behind her, peeled the slimy fish of her bottom, and threw it at the nearest person. She looked around at the crowd, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She dropped her perfect lacy parasol, buried her face in her hands, and ran off. Blink looked around at the rest of the crowd, who were now back to there business. He grabbed the parasol and chased after the girl.
After about two minutes Georgia, who was obviously not in good shape, used the last of her strength to run into an alley, where she collapsed, tears pouring out of her perfect eyes. Right then, blink came running into the alley. "Sorry mi-" he started, but he slipped in a puddle of mud and slid into Georgia. "Ugh! Get off!" she screamed, pushing him off her. He blinked once or twice and then said awkwardly, "Uh. h-here's yer parasol."
____Nightmares aren't Always That Bad____
Chapter One: Rotten Fish and Parasols
It was a sunny Saturday, and Georgia Mickens' life had just turned upside down. She didn't exactly remember what had happened, but she knew it hadn't been good. It had all happened so quickly, everything was just a blur. And suddenly, here she was, sitting in the middle of an alley. An alley! She thought. A filthy, disgusting, alley! How ever did Georgia Mickens herself end up in such a place?
She stood up, scowling at the amount of dirt she had to brush off her expensive, silky, dress. She brushed her well washed, dark brown hair out of her face, and then made sure every strand was in the perfect place. Then she picked up her lacy white parasol and strutted out of the alley, her head tilted high in a somewhat snooty position. If she had any sense at all, she would have noticed that the 'commoners' in the street where staring at her not because she was a beautiful rich girl who just happened to grace them with her presence, as she thought, but for a completely different reason. As she passed them, barely glancing their way, she began to smell a horrid scent. She began to grow a bit uneasy, as she heard snickering coming from behind her. She had about left the street, when she got the horrible feeling that it was her, perfect Georgia Mickens, that they were laughing at. This, of course, was to much for her to handle and she whipped around and pointed her parasol at a young man with a patch over his eye, holding a stack of newspapers. "You there, newspaper boy! What on earth are you and everyone laughing about?" Georgia said, her voice piercing through the laughter. The boy, who's name was Blink, looked a little astonished, and then said, "Well, miss. There's uh.. Well, there's a dead fish stuck on yer butt." At this, the crowd started laughing again and Georgia's face flared. "STOP LAUGHING!" she screamed, and once again the crowd fell silent. She reached behind her, peeled the slimy fish of her bottom, and threw it at the nearest person. She looked around at the crowd, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She dropped her perfect lacy parasol, buried her face in her hands, and ran off. Blink looked around at the rest of the crowd, who were now back to there business. He grabbed the parasol and chased after the girl.
After about two minutes Georgia, who was obviously not in good shape, used the last of her strength to run into an alley, where she collapsed, tears pouring out of her perfect eyes. Right then, blink came running into the alley. "Sorry mi-" he started, but he slipped in a puddle of mud and slid into Georgia. "Ugh! Get off!" she screamed, pushing him off her. He blinked once or twice and then said awkwardly, "Uh. h-here's yer parasol."
