[Disclaimer] I don't own Newsies. Disney does. 'nuff said?
[A/N] This is my very first Newsies story to post...I'm very nervous about all this. PLEASE be nice. Anyways, this plot idea just came to me at the spur of the moment, and I had to write it down before my spark left, as it always seems to. *mutters* Stupid spark... So, read and enjoy...I hope.
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Lifelong Choices
by Nada Zimri
New York, 1891
"Get outta here ya little bum!"
A large crash was heard as the volatile man threw the "bum" onto a pile of crates that lay in the alley. As the boy righted himself, he watched the irate man re-enter the slum of a pub he'd called home for so long. As he began to stroll through the dank city streets, he thought of all the things that had happened in the past two years. It had all started when his mother died. The two of them had been living at his uncle's pub since his father had died long ago. His uncle had always been nice to him, almost a father figure, until the day that his mother was out of the picture. Since then, everything had continually grown from bad to worse, until tonight when things had finally come to a head.
The boy had taken some money from his uncle earlier in the day in order to pay the mortgage that he always seemed to forget. When his uncle realized that the boy had taken money from him, he was furious. He quickly became drunk, as usual, and didn't really care what the money had been used for. With that, he confronted the boy, smacking him around a bit until finally kicking him into the alley.
And so he found himself, aimlessly roaming the streets, in search of some sort of new home. He continued in this search into the early hours of the morning. As the sun was rising, he sat down on a bench and soon became lost in his thoughts of home. This would not last for long, however.
"Hey you! Wanna buy me pape?" A plump little girl, that appeared to be about his age, asked as she cautiously approached him.
Being so suddenly ripped from his thoughts, the boy numbly looked up at the new figure before him. She didn't look to be the wealthy type; in fact she looked more the street rat type. But she didn't appear to be quite so malnourished as most. She had a look about her, which he thought very cute. Before realizing it, he'd lost himself in staring at her. There was just something about her that appealed to him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Uh, HELLO! I said, wanna buy me pape?" The girl had grown quite agitated with the prospective customer that was now blatantly staring at her.
"Huh? Oh, umm...I-I-I don't really have money." The boy managed to stutter out.
"That's awright. Figured as much. What's your name kid?"
"KID? I'm just as old as you!"
"Awright, awright. Still, what's your name?"
"My name's...my name's..." A confused look spread across the boy's face as he attempted to remember the name that should have been so easily on the tip of his tongue. "Michael! My name's Michael!"
"Michael, that's a nice name. Not really a newsie name, but that's okay I suppose." The girl stepped back and looked at the boy, as if sizing him up. "So where do ya live, Michael?"
"I-I don't know. I used to live with my uncle, but I guess I can't live there anymore." A sad look spread across the boy's face, and he began to stare off into space once more.
"Well, you can be a newsie then!" The girl said excitedly. At this, she began dragging him off, with him struggling the whole way.
"Wait, what's a newsie?"
"You don't know what a NEWSIE is?" The girl asked with wide eyes. When Michael shook his head, she sighed and said, "It's a kid whose job is ta sell newspapers to people."
"Oh."
"So ya wanna be one or what?"
"Guess that's as good as anything." Michael replied scratching his head.
The girl then resumed dragging the boy, then stopped suddenly. "If you're gonna be a newsie though, you're gonna need a newsie name." She stood there deep in thought for a moment then brightly said, "I know. It'll be Skittery, 'cause you seem ta act so shy and skittery."
"Skittery?"
"Skittery!"
The newly dubbed Skittery looked unsure, but then an idea came to him. "W- Well, what's YOUR name?"
"Name's Cordelia, but don'tcha dare call me that. Everybody calls me Mockery. Now c'mon! We gots ta get ya ta Mickey so ya can start being a newsie."
"Who's Mickey?"
"The leader of course!"
While Michael was being drug off to this "Mickey", he thought to himself of how confusing he knew his life was about to become.
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[A/N] Ya know, I was planning on adding more to this chapter, but I feel like bein' a brat and seeing what ya'll think before I spend more of my energy on the story. Believe you me, there's MUCH more to the plot than what's appeared so far. *evil grin* So, lemme know what ya think, and I'll go from there. PLEASE OH PLEASE REVIEW!!! *drops to knees* I'll love ya forever!
[A/N] This is my very first Newsies story to post...I'm very nervous about all this. PLEASE be nice. Anyways, this plot idea just came to me at the spur of the moment, and I had to write it down before my spark left, as it always seems to. *mutters* Stupid spark... So, read and enjoy...I hope.
*=*=*
Lifelong Choices
by Nada Zimri
New York, 1891
"Get outta here ya little bum!"
A large crash was heard as the volatile man threw the "bum" onto a pile of crates that lay in the alley. As the boy righted himself, he watched the irate man re-enter the slum of a pub he'd called home for so long. As he began to stroll through the dank city streets, he thought of all the things that had happened in the past two years. It had all started when his mother died. The two of them had been living at his uncle's pub since his father had died long ago. His uncle had always been nice to him, almost a father figure, until the day that his mother was out of the picture. Since then, everything had continually grown from bad to worse, until tonight when things had finally come to a head.
The boy had taken some money from his uncle earlier in the day in order to pay the mortgage that he always seemed to forget. When his uncle realized that the boy had taken money from him, he was furious. He quickly became drunk, as usual, and didn't really care what the money had been used for. With that, he confronted the boy, smacking him around a bit until finally kicking him into the alley.
And so he found himself, aimlessly roaming the streets, in search of some sort of new home. He continued in this search into the early hours of the morning. As the sun was rising, he sat down on a bench and soon became lost in his thoughts of home. This would not last for long, however.
"Hey you! Wanna buy me pape?" A plump little girl, that appeared to be about his age, asked as she cautiously approached him.
Being so suddenly ripped from his thoughts, the boy numbly looked up at the new figure before him. She didn't look to be the wealthy type; in fact she looked more the street rat type. But she didn't appear to be quite so malnourished as most. She had a look about her, which he thought very cute. Before realizing it, he'd lost himself in staring at her. There was just something about her that appealed to him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Uh, HELLO! I said, wanna buy me pape?" The girl had grown quite agitated with the prospective customer that was now blatantly staring at her.
"Huh? Oh, umm...I-I-I don't really have money." The boy managed to stutter out.
"That's awright. Figured as much. What's your name kid?"
"KID? I'm just as old as you!"
"Awright, awright. Still, what's your name?"
"My name's...my name's..." A confused look spread across the boy's face as he attempted to remember the name that should have been so easily on the tip of his tongue. "Michael! My name's Michael!"
"Michael, that's a nice name. Not really a newsie name, but that's okay I suppose." The girl stepped back and looked at the boy, as if sizing him up. "So where do ya live, Michael?"
"I-I don't know. I used to live with my uncle, but I guess I can't live there anymore." A sad look spread across the boy's face, and he began to stare off into space once more.
"Well, you can be a newsie then!" The girl said excitedly. At this, she began dragging him off, with him struggling the whole way.
"Wait, what's a newsie?"
"You don't know what a NEWSIE is?" The girl asked with wide eyes. When Michael shook his head, she sighed and said, "It's a kid whose job is ta sell newspapers to people."
"Oh."
"So ya wanna be one or what?"
"Guess that's as good as anything." Michael replied scratching his head.
The girl then resumed dragging the boy, then stopped suddenly. "If you're gonna be a newsie though, you're gonna need a newsie name." She stood there deep in thought for a moment then brightly said, "I know. It'll be Skittery, 'cause you seem ta act so shy and skittery."
"Skittery?"
"Skittery!"
The newly dubbed Skittery looked unsure, but then an idea came to him. "W- Well, what's YOUR name?"
"Name's Cordelia, but don'tcha dare call me that. Everybody calls me Mockery. Now c'mon! We gots ta get ya ta Mickey so ya can start being a newsie."
"Who's Mickey?"
"The leader of course!"
While Michael was being drug off to this "Mickey", he thought to himself of how confusing he knew his life was about to become.
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[A/N] Ya know, I was planning on adding more to this chapter, but I feel like bein' a brat and seeing what ya'll think before I spend more of my energy on the story. Believe you me, there's MUCH more to the plot than what's appeared so far. *evil grin* So, lemme know what ya think, and I'll go from there. PLEASE OH PLEASE REVIEW!!! *drops to knees* I'll love ya forever!