A/N: Hey everyone! Well, this is my second attempt at a Newsies story! Be nice! I don't own Newsies, but Dolly and Misfit are mine! R&R!
"I worry, ok? It's normal!" Misfit all but shouted at her twin sister. Misfit wasn't the goody-two-shoes type, quite the contrary. She was mischievous, devious, and an outlaw among outlaws. Doll, on the other hand, was more of a… well, doll. She was very flirtatious and had the looks of a doll. She had waist length light red hair, was taller than her sister by a good 2 inches, and had very pretty green eyes.
That's not saying Misfit wasn't pretty. She was, but, she just didn't flaunt it around like her sister. She had dark blue-gray eyes, medium brown hair that reached just below her shoulders, and was about 5' 4". She was younger than her sister, but only by around 5 minutes.
"Yeah, well guess what? We're both in a problem here. And I'm the one who's supposed to be lookin' out for ya." Doll stated. Misfit stepped up in line after the boy in front of here. As a matter of fact, they were in quite a problem here. Dolly was going to get a job with their Aunt Medda to try and fix it, but Misfit was already doing something.
Today was her first day at attempting to sell. It was not going to go well. That much she could tell.
"20 papes." The elderly man, Weasel's replacement, stared at her in slight shock.
"20 papers for the girl." The man told his assistants, who handed him her papers which he then handed to her. She picked them up, and noticing her sisters departure, followed the crowd of Newsies.
"You lost or somethin'?" Racetrack asked. Of course, Misfit didn't know this boy, or who he was. But, Misfit rolled her eyes anyway. Blink, Jack, and Mush stopped with him. They all looked at the brown haired girl in pants as if they were confused.
"No. Just tryin' ta sell, if youse don't mind." She said fiercely. The boy who looked like the leader spit in his right hand and stuck it out. Misfit did the same, and they shook. The four boys looked impressed.
"Ok. Well, I'm Jack. Jack Kelly. This block head who just asked ya if youse were lost, that's Racetrack. This here's Blink. And next ta him is Mush." Jack pointed to each of his Newsies.
"Nice ta meat ya. I'm Misfit. If ya noticed the red head that left a little while ago, that'd be me sistah." They all had resumed walking once again. The boys nodded.
"That was ya sistah?" Racetrack asked, "Is she older or younger?"
"Yeah, yeah. We don't look alike. And she's older by a couple of minutes. We'se twins." The four of them nodded, and Misfit wondered where her sister was. Hopefully at Irving Hall with Aunt Medda, who wasn't really their aunt but the best friend of their mother.
She switched her 20 papes to her other arm. The other boys were already hawking their headlines, excluding the four in front of her, and she planned on doing the same.
"Would ya like any help sellin'?" The boy with the eye patch, Blink, asked. Misfit considered the options. She had no clue how to sell. But, she barely knew this kid. But the yes option caught her attention. So, she nodded.
"Yeah, thank youse. I ain't got a clue how ta sell." He nodded his understanding. The other three had left, off to sell papes, and Blink began teaching Misfit how to sell.
"Well, the first rule of becoming a newsie: headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes." He stated as they walked up the street. Misfit looked at him.
"And what does that mean exactly?" And that was the first clue; they had a long day ahead of them.
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Kara