A/N: This is a call out for anyone who wants to be in my story. If ya think
you wanna be a main character in here, and give me license to do to your
character whatever I want, then e-mail me at willow_tears1899@yahoo.com.
I'm specifically looking for three girls with a dangerous past, one girl
that is not from New York, one girl who is from Harlem, but is looking for
a new place, and one girl to be the leader of Queens. Then I need one guy
who is willing to die for his best friend, the leader of Queens. I'd
prefer not using the same characters that I am using in A Break In Time.
Thanx
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies. blah blah blah. you all know the routine.
Chapter One: Silence
"You are nothing! I swear, you are nothing! Leave anytime you want, you know you'll only come back! You always do!"
Hadassah shook her head, and brushed tears from her cheeks, then turned and ran as fast as she could down the street.
"I won't be back this time." She whispered softly. 'No, I won't ever go back. I'll go as far away from this place as possible.' She thought. She didn't even look back as she left. That place was dirty, and she wanted nothing to do with it.
Hadassah ran with all her might. She turned here, and turned there, but not once did she consider going back. That would've been like going to hell, only after you'd had the chance to leave. She ran all night and into the next day, till she could run no longer, and then she slumped down into an alleyway corner and cried. Hadassah, didn't care that she was in possible danger, nor did she care where she was, she simply hid her face in the crook of her arm and cried until she had no more tears.
With her face hidden, and her mind somewhere else, she didn't notice the passing of the day, nor did she notice the "boids" that had been hovering about her for the past three hours.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Hadassah started at the sound of a voice, and she looked up into the hard face of a street kid.
"I asked ya if you were okay." The boy said a little more forcefully. Hadassah simply stared at him, uncaring, unknowing, and unable to speek.
"Are ya mute or sumtin'?" the boy asked. Hadassah stared at him a while longer then nodded her head. 'Why not be mute,' she thought, 'then I won't be asked about my past, and I won't hafta tell.'
"Okay then, ya got a place ta stay?"
Hadassah almost opened her mouth to speak, but then remembered that she was mute and instead shook her head 'no'.
"Well, ya wanna placee ta stay?" the boy asked, a hint of frustration in his voice. He didn't wait for Hadassah's slow nod of her head, and continued talking as though she had answered. "You kin stay at me place, the Brooklyn Lodging House, until you find something else. Da names Spot Conlon, by the way."
Hadassah stared at him, fear evident in her eyes. Slowly, stood up and beckoned for him to lead the way. Spot nodded silently and repressed the smirk he felt coming to his face. If he was going to get this girl a place to sleep tonight, he had to have her trust, and that meant not smirking or making crude remarks.
Hadassah followed Spot carefully, silently wondering if he was simply wanting a girl in his bed tonight, or if he truly did care that she was out on the streets alone and scared. If her first assumption were correct, she'd run like hell, but if this Spot Conlon was truly kind and wanted to help her out then she'd be grateful for the place to sleep.
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~*~ A/N: Okay, I know that was short, but it was a kinda prologue of sorts. More will be coming later. I don't know when, or how soon because at present I am working on another story called *A Break In Time* and I only started this one because I had a small case of writers block, and needed to write something, and this is what I got. Please be nice in your reviews!!!
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~*~ Okay Question for you all who decide to review: If you've watched Road to Perdition can you please tell me who it was put out by. I'm using something from there in a fanfic, and I need to put up a disclaimer. He he.
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Disclaimer: I don't own newsies. blah blah blah. you all know the routine.
Chapter One: Silence
"You are nothing! I swear, you are nothing! Leave anytime you want, you know you'll only come back! You always do!"
Hadassah shook her head, and brushed tears from her cheeks, then turned and ran as fast as she could down the street.
"I won't be back this time." She whispered softly. 'No, I won't ever go back. I'll go as far away from this place as possible.' She thought. She didn't even look back as she left. That place was dirty, and she wanted nothing to do with it.
Hadassah ran with all her might. She turned here, and turned there, but not once did she consider going back. That would've been like going to hell, only after you'd had the chance to leave. She ran all night and into the next day, till she could run no longer, and then she slumped down into an alleyway corner and cried. Hadassah, didn't care that she was in possible danger, nor did she care where she was, she simply hid her face in the crook of her arm and cried until she had no more tears.
With her face hidden, and her mind somewhere else, she didn't notice the passing of the day, nor did she notice the "boids" that had been hovering about her for the past three hours.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Hadassah started at the sound of a voice, and she looked up into the hard face of a street kid.
"I asked ya if you were okay." The boy said a little more forcefully. Hadassah simply stared at him, uncaring, unknowing, and unable to speek.
"Are ya mute or sumtin'?" the boy asked. Hadassah stared at him a while longer then nodded her head. 'Why not be mute,' she thought, 'then I won't be asked about my past, and I won't hafta tell.'
"Okay then, ya got a place ta stay?"
Hadassah almost opened her mouth to speak, but then remembered that she was mute and instead shook her head 'no'.
"Well, ya wanna placee ta stay?" the boy asked, a hint of frustration in his voice. He didn't wait for Hadassah's slow nod of her head, and continued talking as though she had answered. "You kin stay at me place, the Brooklyn Lodging House, until you find something else. Da names Spot Conlon, by the way."
Hadassah stared at him, fear evident in her eyes. Slowly, stood up and beckoned for him to lead the way. Spot nodded silently and repressed the smirk he felt coming to his face. If he was going to get this girl a place to sleep tonight, he had to have her trust, and that meant not smirking or making crude remarks.
Hadassah followed Spot carefully, silently wondering if he was simply wanting a girl in his bed tonight, or if he truly did care that she was out on the streets alone and scared. If her first assumption were correct, she'd run like hell, but if this Spot Conlon was truly kind and wanted to help her out then she'd be grateful for the place to sleep.
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~*~ A/N: Okay, I know that was short, but it was a kinda prologue of sorts. More will be coming later. I don't know when, or how soon because at present I am working on another story called *A Break In Time* and I only started this one because I had a small case of writers block, and needed to write something, and this is what I got. Please be nice in your reviews!!!
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~*~ Okay Question for you all who decide to review: If you've watched Road to Perdition can you please tell me who it was put out by. I'm using something from there in a fanfic, and I need to put up a disclaimer. He he.
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