Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, or any events from there, or any
characters (though I wouldn't mind that *cough* Jack *cough*).
This is my first FanFic so please be nice, I do appreciate constructive criticism, but not flat out bad mouthing of my lack of writing abilities. Thanx.
Now, on with the show.
Note: this story will change to first person after the first chapter, in case you care.
Another note: Leila is pronounced like (Lay-la). in case you were wondering.
Sorry, another note, I am not a good speller and will try to spell check my chappies before I put them up, but it might not always happen.
Now, on with the show, well I guess it's really a story and not a show isn't it, anyways.
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Chapter 1: Leila
A girl who looked to be about 15 stood on the grimy street corner trying to sell her last 5 papes. She wore a long light blue skirt (unusual for newsies, I know) and a dark blue peasant shirt that had elastic right above the elbows. It was a warm summer evening, but as the sun went down she started to shiver and covered her shoulders with a tan shawl that looked as though it had had seen better days.
She desperately tried to convince the last few stranglers to buy her papers, she only had four left now and was not about go back to the lodge without selling them.
"Leila!" She turned head as she heard her name from across the square. Her heart leapt inside as she saw Jack strolling across the road towards her, but she was careful not to let her happiness show. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. She loved his easy stroll and how his sandy blonde hair fell in front of his deep brown eyes.
"What ya' want Jack?" She said as she eyed him with fake suspicion.
"Wonderin' why ya's still out hea' when it's almost dark out."
"Jus' trying to make a livin', Jack, same 's you." She gathered her papes and rucksack into her arms. Finally she straightened up and started towards a busier street corner where she was hoping to sell the last of her papes.
"Where ya' goin'?" Jack said as stood in front of her, blocking her path.
"don't see how it's any of yur business Mr. Jack Kelly." She said trying to move around him.
"It ain't, but I am still fixing on knowing." He said, stepping back into her way once more.
"Well, if you must know, I am trying to sell me papes, so if you would kindly move I would be most grateful."
"And if I don'?" Jack retorted back.
"You must." Leila said quickly as she darted around him and ran up the street to the next corner. By the time he caught up with her, she was already selling.
'Damn, she quick,' Jack thought to himself.
Her shoulder length, curly, jet black hair bounced around her face as she went from one person to the next. Jack sat and watched for about half an hour and finally got tired of waiting. While she was occupied with a potential costumer, he snuck the other 3 papes out of her bag. She'll never notice that they're gone, he thought, and took off for the next corner to quick sell them before Leila had time to yell at him.
By the time Leila was finally able to sell the paper she had been holding Jack had managed to get rid of his by selling them to a neighborly landlady. Leila turned around to find Jack standing right behind her, two pennies in his outstretched hand. A bubble of anger swelled up inside of Leila, and her dark eyes pierced Jack's angelic face with a cold stare.
Jack smiled innocently. "I do charge a 33% cut of everything I sell you know, so here is your part. You're lucky I am feeling generous today or I might have taken more." He said in the most innocent tone, and an angelic smile on his face.
"I DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP JACK KELLY!" Leila yelled in his face, and then turned her back on him as she started packing up her things, her anger hindering her movements.
"On the contrary I believe you do," Jack pulled her arm and spun her around to face him. With his face very close to Leila's he whispered, "You should be thanking me, not yelling at me." He pressed three pennies into her hand, and with a flashing grin, grabbed her bag and tore off in the direction of the lodge.
Seething at his boldness, Leila took off at a dead run after him. "COME BACK HERE JACK!" she screamed down the street. Heads turned and she heard some cat-calls from hoodlums in the alleys, but she didn't care. She just kept going.
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What did u think? Do u like the beginning? Should I keep going? Please review! I just want to hear what you think. I do kind of have a plan for this, believe it or not, but if u have ne suggestions they would b most appreciated. Thanx.
-Smiley
This is my first FanFic so please be nice, I do appreciate constructive criticism, but not flat out bad mouthing of my lack of writing abilities. Thanx.
Now, on with the show.
Note: this story will change to first person after the first chapter, in case you care.
Another note: Leila is pronounced like (Lay-la). in case you were wondering.
Sorry, another note, I am not a good speller and will try to spell check my chappies before I put them up, but it might not always happen.
Now, on with the show, well I guess it's really a story and not a show isn't it, anyways.
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Chapter 1: Leila
A girl who looked to be about 15 stood on the grimy street corner trying to sell her last 5 papes. She wore a long light blue skirt (unusual for newsies, I know) and a dark blue peasant shirt that had elastic right above the elbows. It was a warm summer evening, but as the sun went down she started to shiver and covered her shoulders with a tan shawl that looked as though it had had seen better days.
She desperately tried to convince the last few stranglers to buy her papers, she only had four left now and was not about go back to the lodge without selling them.
"Leila!" She turned head as she heard her name from across the square. Her heart leapt inside as she saw Jack strolling across the road towards her, but she was careful not to let her happiness show. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. She loved his easy stroll and how his sandy blonde hair fell in front of his deep brown eyes.
"What ya' want Jack?" She said as she eyed him with fake suspicion.
"Wonderin' why ya's still out hea' when it's almost dark out."
"Jus' trying to make a livin', Jack, same 's you." She gathered her papes and rucksack into her arms. Finally she straightened up and started towards a busier street corner where she was hoping to sell the last of her papes.
"Where ya' goin'?" Jack said as stood in front of her, blocking her path.
"don't see how it's any of yur business Mr. Jack Kelly." She said trying to move around him.
"It ain't, but I am still fixing on knowing." He said, stepping back into her way once more.
"Well, if you must know, I am trying to sell me papes, so if you would kindly move I would be most grateful."
"And if I don'?" Jack retorted back.
"You must." Leila said quickly as she darted around him and ran up the street to the next corner. By the time he caught up with her, she was already selling.
'Damn, she quick,' Jack thought to himself.
Her shoulder length, curly, jet black hair bounced around her face as she went from one person to the next. Jack sat and watched for about half an hour and finally got tired of waiting. While she was occupied with a potential costumer, he snuck the other 3 papes out of her bag. She'll never notice that they're gone, he thought, and took off for the next corner to quick sell them before Leila had time to yell at him.
By the time Leila was finally able to sell the paper she had been holding Jack had managed to get rid of his by selling them to a neighborly landlady. Leila turned around to find Jack standing right behind her, two pennies in his outstretched hand. A bubble of anger swelled up inside of Leila, and her dark eyes pierced Jack's angelic face with a cold stare.
Jack smiled innocently. "I do charge a 33% cut of everything I sell you know, so here is your part. You're lucky I am feeling generous today or I might have taken more." He said in the most innocent tone, and an angelic smile on his face.
"I DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP JACK KELLY!" Leila yelled in his face, and then turned her back on him as she started packing up her things, her anger hindering her movements.
"On the contrary I believe you do," Jack pulled her arm and spun her around to face him. With his face very close to Leila's he whispered, "You should be thanking me, not yelling at me." He pressed three pennies into her hand, and with a flashing grin, grabbed her bag and tore off in the direction of the lodge.
Seething at his boldness, Leila took off at a dead run after him. "COME BACK HERE JACK!" she screamed down the street. Heads turned and she heard some cat-calls from hoodlums in the alleys, but she didn't care. She just kept going.
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What did u think? Do u like the beginning? Should I keep going? Please review! I just want to hear what you think. I do kind of have a plan for this, believe it or not, but if u have ne suggestions they would b most appreciated. Thanx.
-Smiley