~Much More~
Disclaimer- You may have noticed this story being placed here about a year ago under an author named JennieDeNewsgoil. That was me and now that I have a new screen name I decided to update this story and put it on here (Sadly, I do not own newsies. Disney does, selfish little... Anyway, the song in this story comes from The Fantasticks, with a few revisions by yours truly. Now, on with the story!
Chapter One- I'm Nine Years Old!
Dear Diary, Here's a little song I wrote a while ago. It really describes how I feel about the way my family and I live, and how all I want is to be free. I'd like to swim in a clear blue stream where the water is warm, not cold. Then go to town in a golden gown and walk like I'm brave and bold. Just Once, just once, just once before I'm old! I'd like to be not evil, but a little worldly wise. To be the kind, of girl designed to be kissed, upon the eyes. I'd like to dance till, two o'clock or sometimes dance till dawn. Or if the band could stand it just go on, and on, and on! Just once, just once, before the chance is gone. I'd like to waste, a week or two. And never do, a chore. To wear my hair, unfastened so it billows to, the floor. To do the things I've, dreamed about. But never done, before. Perhaps I'm bad, or wild, or mad. With lots of grief in store! But I want much more than, sitting in this house. Much more, much more... Much More! -Jennie~
1896- "Momma! Jennie's trying ta sneak out again!" came the shrill cry of Lillian McMurry. Jennie rolled her eyes and stepped away from the open window she had attempted to climb out of.
"Jen, darlin', what have I been tryin' ta get through ta ya these past weeks? It jus' isn't safe fer a girl yer age ta be out on these streets! Aye, and that's the truth," said Mrs. McMurry, facing Jennie with a frown. "But mother..." Jennie whined. "I'm Nine years old!" "And that's one of the problems. Why do ya want ta get out on those streets so badly anyway?" Jennie looked at her shoes, trying to make an excuse.
"She wants to watch the newsies, mother!" Lillian said, smirking at Jennie. Jennie lunged at her and clapped her hand around her mouth. "Newsies? Now Jen darlin', I don't want a daughter a mine ta be messin' with the likes a newsies. There's only one thing those hooligans want from a girl, and the answer is no! Now, I have ta be gettin' off ta the factory. I'll be back around seven, there's a loaf bread in the cupboard if ya get hungry. And Jen, no newsies!" Mrs. McMurry said, as she gathered up her things and headed out of the tiny tenement. As soon as Jennie's mother was out the door, Jennie rushed to the open window, turned to her sister, stuck her tongue out, and leaped out onto the fire escape.
Disclaimer- You may have noticed this story being placed here about a year ago under an author named JennieDeNewsgoil. That was me and now that I have a new screen name I decided to update this story and put it on here (Sadly, I do not own newsies. Disney does, selfish little... Anyway, the song in this story comes from The Fantasticks, with a few revisions by yours truly. Now, on with the story!
Chapter One- I'm Nine Years Old!
Dear Diary, Here's a little song I wrote a while ago. It really describes how I feel about the way my family and I live, and how all I want is to be free. I'd like to swim in a clear blue stream where the water is warm, not cold. Then go to town in a golden gown and walk like I'm brave and bold. Just Once, just once, just once before I'm old! I'd like to be not evil, but a little worldly wise. To be the kind, of girl designed to be kissed, upon the eyes. I'd like to dance till, two o'clock or sometimes dance till dawn. Or if the band could stand it just go on, and on, and on! Just once, just once, before the chance is gone. I'd like to waste, a week or two. And never do, a chore. To wear my hair, unfastened so it billows to, the floor. To do the things I've, dreamed about. But never done, before. Perhaps I'm bad, or wild, or mad. With lots of grief in store! But I want much more than, sitting in this house. Much more, much more... Much More! -Jennie~
1896- "Momma! Jennie's trying ta sneak out again!" came the shrill cry of Lillian McMurry. Jennie rolled her eyes and stepped away from the open window she had attempted to climb out of.
"Jen, darlin', what have I been tryin' ta get through ta ya these past weeks? It jus' isn't safe fer a girl yer age ta be out on these streets! Aye, and that's the truth," said Mrs. McMurry, facing Jennie with a frown. "But mother..." Jennie whined. "I'm Nine years old!" "And that's one of the problems. Why do ya want ta get out on those streets so badly anyway?" Jennie looked at her shoes, trying to make an excuse.
"She wants to watch the newsies, mother!" Lillian said, smirking at Jennie. Jennie lunged at her and clapped her hand around her mouth. "Newsies? Now Jen darlin', I don't want a daughter a mine ta be messin' with the likes a newsies. There's only one thing those hooligans want from a girl, and the answer is no! Now, I have ta be gettin' off ta the factory. I'll be back around seven, there's a loaf bread in the cupboard if ya get hungry. And Jen, no newsies!" Mrs. McMurry said, as she gathered up her things and headed out of the tiny tenement. As soon as Jennie's mother was out the door, Jennie rushed to the open window, turned to her sister, stuck her tongue out, and leaped out onto the fire escape.
