Ok this should be interesting. I don't know how long this is going to be but I will finish it (she said triumphantly) I never finish fanfics, but I plan to finish ALL of them someday! *a round of applause is heard in the background* Thank you, thank you. Now, I'd like to thank all the little people….*dodges a water bottle, then a bandana and a hat. Then the ottoman comes flying toward her* hey! That's the last straw! I love that ottoman! *tries to attack the people that flung the ottoman in her direction, but is held back by Maniac, her twin and basically herself* take a chill pill and just write. Thanks Maniac *sticks her tongue out at Maniac* Just shut up and write Arrow. Whatever. Here's the first chapter. Now there, will that make you happy? Maniac? Huh? Figures, she won't talk. On with the Story. BTW, this story is written in first person. This is not me, I just write in first person. You see, it's just easier for me to write that way, because that way I can see more from the characters point of view. Just write Arrow. Shut up Temper. No, you shut up and write. This is your story and you are the one that has 2 write it. MANIAC AND TEMPER WILL YOU JUST BACK OFF FOR A SECOND SO I CAN WRITE? No don't leave, you are the ones that help me! (Temper and Maniac are me. They are my other personalities. Ok, ok I'll just write….sheesh. Ok….enjoy and reviews would be greatly appreciated! I'd love you forever J And I'll give you anyone of the free newsies. Except Spot. He's mine. *growls threateningly* you stay away from him, especially Duchess. *smirks* you think he's yours. Little do you know…..
And Yet Another Life
By: Arrow, of Maniac Conlon, whichever
Rating: PG or PG-13 in some places
Disclaimer: I do not own the newsies, or the other characters from the movie Newsies, Disney does so please don't sue me, I don't have any money at all. However, AJ, Maniac, Temper, and other various Brooklyn and Bronx newsies, I do own, so if you wanna use them, I would be flattered, but I need you to ask my permission first please! I would greatly appreciate that. Ok, byebye. Now read!
Chapter One: How it all started
Well hello there, I'm Angela Johnston, or preferably AJ, yes I know, a boys name, but I'm not your average girl. My Grandpa is the moderator of the Bronx newsies lodging house, and I've been living there since I was 6, when my folks died. But, I've moved on! Anyways, this story starts when I turned 16. That was not a beautiful day. On my birthday I got in a huge fight with the lovely leader of the Bronx newsies: Bear. Lovely name, is it not? Well, to make a very long story short, I got kicked out of the Bronx lodging house. Luckily for me and my connections *cough-my grandpa-cough* Well, my grandpa got me into the Brooklyn LH, as far as I knew, but little did I know that I'd have to get the almighty leader's approval.
I arrived at the Brooklyn LH shortly before 9 o'clock that night. Dang, newsies rush hour. They'll ALL be there. Just what I want. Anyways, I walked into the lobby and, sure enough, the room was covered in newsies. There were more then there were in the Bronx! Then again, this LH was slightly bigger then the Bronx LH. She shrugged and walked in. No one noticed her except a skinny boy with piercing eyes and a gold topped cane noticed me. He was reading the register book when I walked in. Now, I was thinking, why is this kid reading the register, no one is aloud to.
"Are you that Bronx girl, Angela?" asked the skinny kid. Who does this guy think he is? The leader? Fat chance with all these huge guys around. I shrugged.
"Depends on who wants to know," I replied nonchalantly. I could take this kid.
"What is I told you Spot Conlon wanted to know," he asked. I snorted.
"Then tell him to ask me himself," I said. This kid was really getting on my last nerve.
"What if I told you that you were talking to Spot Conlon?" he asked. Once again I did probably my most unladylike habit, I snorted. Yeah, ok, this kid thinks he's the most respected and famous newsie in all of New York, yeah ok. I know better then to believe that. Plus he never actually said he was Spot Conlon.
"I'd say, oh great AJ, you did it again," I smirked. This kid, he was good for getting myself a laugh.
"Hi, I'm Spot Conlon."
"Oh great, AJ, you did it again," I said, hitting my forehead.
"So, I suppose you are Angela Johnston," he said, now he was the one smirking. "But, now Angela, come with me so I don't have to publicly embarrass you on your first day with us, or so I've been told. But you are just staying here now, you still aren't with us."
"If you ever call me Angela again, I will put a hurtin to you you'll never forget," I threatened. Ok great AJ, now he's gonna hate you. Stupid big mouth. Dang you. DANG YOU! Ok, that's enough of that. Now I just have to suffer the consequences of Spot's wrath. Dang.
But instead of the beating that, according to his reputation, he should have laid on me, he smirked. "You wish girl," then he took my arm and dragged me upstairs. I gulped.
When was reached the bunk room, I thought we would stop there. Needless to say, I was wrong. He dragged me into the (AN: sry mind blank…and it's not coming back! AHHH!) washroom place thingy, and very unexpectedly threw me in the shower, clothes, shoes and all. And what worse, he turned it on freezing cold! That was rather shocking. (AN: the next line is rated PG-13 because of unpleasant language)
"FUCK!" I shouted at the shock. I was surprise in his eyes for a millisecond, but then is disappeared.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again in front of people Angela," he put special emphasis on my name. That was the last straw. I stood up and (AN: sry! More unpleasant language but I cant think of ne other way 2 say it!) bitch-slapped him as hard as I could, and shoved him into the still running shower before storming out the door, wet clothes and all.
And Yet Another Life
By: Arrow, of Maniac Conlon, whichever
Rating: PG or PG-13 in some places
Disclaimer: I do not own the newsies, or the other characters from the movie Newsies, Disney does so please don't sue me, I don't have any money at all. However, AJ, Maniac, Temper, and other various Brooklyn and Bronx newsies, I do own, so if you wanna use them, I would be flattered, but I need you to ask my permission first please! I would greatly appreciate that. Ok, byebye. Now read!
Chapter One: How it all started
Well hello there, I'm Angela Johnston, or preferably AJ, yes I know, a boys name, but I'm not your average girl. My Grandpa is the moderator of the Bronx newsies lodging house, and I've been living there since I was 6, when my folks died. But, I've moved on! Anyways, this story starts when I turned 16. That was not a beautiful day. On my birthday I got in a huge fight with the lovely leader of the Bronx newsies: Bear. Lovely name, is it not? Well, to make a very long story short, I got kicked out of the Bronx lodging house. Luckily for me and my connections *cough-my grandpa-cough* Well, my grandpa got me into the Brooklyn LH, as far as I knew, but little did I know that I'd have to get the almighty leader's approval.
I arrived at the Brooklyn LH shortly before 9 o'clock that night. Dang, newsies rush hour. They'll ALL be there. Just what I want. Anyways, I walked into the lobby and, sure enough, the room was covered in newsies. There were more then there were in the Bronx! Then again, this LH was slightly bigger then the Bronx LH. She shrugged and walked in. No one noticed her except a skinny boy with piercing eyes and a gold topped cane noticed me. He was reading the register book when I walked in. Now, I was thinking, why is this kid reading the register, no one is aloud to.
"Are you that Bronx girl, Angela?" asked the skinny kid. Who does this guy think he is? The leader? Fat chance with all these huge guys around. I shrugged.
"Depends on who wants to know," I replied nonchalantly. I could take this kid.
"What is I told you Spot Conlon wanted to know," he asked. I snorted.
"Then tell him to ask me himself," I said. This kid was really getting on my last nerve.
"What if I told you that you were talking to Spot Conlon?" he asked. Once again I did probably my most unladylike habit, I snorted. Yeah, ok, this kid thinks he's the most respected and famous newsie in all of New York, yeah ok. I know better then to believe that. Plus he never actually said he was Spot Conlon.
"I'd say, oh great AJ, you did it again," I smirked. This kid, he was good for getting myself a laugh.
"Hi, I'm Spot Conlon."
"Oh great, AJ, you did it again," I said, hitting my forehead.
"So, I suppose you are Angela Johnston," he said, now he was the one smirking. "But, now Angela, come with me so I don't have to publicly embarrass you on your first day with us, or so I've been told. But you are just staying here now, you still aren't with us."
"If you ever call me Angela again, I will put a hurtin to you you'll never forget," I threatened. Ok great AJ, now he's gonna hate you. Stupid big mouth. Dang you. DANG YOU! Ok, that's enough of that. Now I just have to suffer the consequences of Spot's wrath. Dang.
But instead of the beating that, according to his reputation, he should have laid on me, he smirked. "You wish girl," then he took my arm and dragged me upstairs. I gulped.
When was reached the bunk room, I thought we would stop there. Needless to say, I was wrong. He dragged me into the (AN: sry mind blank…and it's not coming back! AHHH!) washroom place thingy, and very unexpectedly threw me in the shower, clothes, shoes and all. And what worse, he turned it on freezing cold! That was rather shocking. (AN: the next line is rated PG-13 because of unpleasant language)
"FUCK!" I shouted at the shock. I was surprise in his eyes for a millisecond, but then is disappeared.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again in front of people Angela," he put special emphasis on my name. That was the last straw. I stood up and (AN: sry! More unpleasant language but I cant think of ne other way 2 say it!) bitch-slapped him as hard as I could, and shoved him into the still running shower before storming out the door, wet clothes and all.