This is my first story so be kind please. I understand if you criticize but if you flame me to hard I will just use them to burn my homework. Just to let you know, I am crazy and really suck at writing so this will probably turn into a Mary-Sue (probably already is). But that is just a warning. Any who, Time for disclaimer (I will only say this once by the way.)
I sadly DO NOT OWN THE Newsies. Nor do I make any money. ( Who would pay me for this pathetic story anyway hehe)
On With the story,
I never understood what my mother meant when she said , "Hold on to what you got. It'll be gone before you know it." I always thought it meant don't throw your teddy bear out the window. Boy was I wrong. Before my sixth birthday my parents were both killed in a train accident. They were on the way home from New York to celebrate with me. I was left to my grandmother. Where my life would change.
I was raised in Virginia. Where my grandmother lived. She was a great person. Very lady like and caring at the same time. We lived across the street from an orphanage. I went to school with all of them. Most children didn't like them but I thought they were fine. People looked down upon them said they were dirty and unacceptable because they weren't raised in a home. I could never see a difference between me and them. They were just my friends.
The boys would do house and lawn work for my grandmother. If the lawn needed to be mowed it was mowed before my grandma ever noticed. In return she usually made them lunch. But one boy I remember above all of them. His name was Spot. Spot Conlon. He moved away on my ninth birthday. We were best friends no matter what came between us. He wrote me letters for a while and then they slowly stopped. The last one was around my eleventh birthday. He told me that he could be King of Brooklyn one day. I just laughed. I thought it was a silly idea. He eventually told me he had to stop writing letters. He wrote 'It makes me look soft to the other guys. And kings are not soft.' That crushed me. I continued writing him though. I wrote him every other month. I just kept telling him that when I came to visit him I was going to kick his butt for not writing to me.
I never really thought that I would be able to visit him again. And I told him that in the last letter I wrote him. I remember the letter I wrote.
Dear Spot,
I am sorry to say that I have to stop my foolish letters. I used to think that you lied to me and if I kept trying, you would write back. Of course, as usual, I just lied to my self. I will never forget you and I hope you can say the same for me. I am also sorry to say this is probably the last trace of evidence you'll have of me for I don't believe I will ever make my way to New York. Especially now. My grandmother is to the last of her years and I will probably remain here when she passes. I have a job at the orphanage. They all treat me so kindly there. I am sorry to disappoint the King of Brooklyn and I hope you'll forgive me. I've enclosed a portrait of me so you get to see me one last time. I really hope our paths will cross one day, but I doubt it. Goodbye. Stay safe.
With love and care,
Cassidy
That letter was tear stained when I sent it. I had to. I wasn't able to lie to myself anymore. It wasn't much longer that the orphanage closed . My grandmother and I were left lonely with the closest neighbor five miles away. It also wasn't much longer until my grandmother passed. I was left alone. I didn't know what to do. I was only twelve years of age and was left to fend for myself. It took me long enough but I started to sell everything. I began with all of the animals until I only had a horse. I also rid myself of all the furniture that was unnecessary. I kept one bed, the couch, the table and a cabinet. On my thirteenth birthday I sold the house, horse and remaining furniture. I packed all my stuff in two suitcases and a purse. I left with one destination in mind. I knew it seemed impossible but I could make it. Spot always told me that. 'If you set your mind to it, You can do it.' The thought of Spot made me tear up. I pulled out a hanker chief and began my journey to my neighbors house. They were taking me to the train station. Where I would begin my adventure. One city hung in mind. And one person was in my mind too. I was going to Brooklyn. I was going to Spot.