Her name was Beth. She was one of the few girls that didn't have enough
money to go to school or live in a nice apartment. She was one of the
unlucky (or lucky) few that were forced into being newsies.
She had long, wavy, chestnut brown hair and blurry blue eyes. Her eye site wasn't great but she could see. She had a sun kissed nose, covered in freckles. She was not tall, only 5' 4".
She had grown up in a poor family with four brothers, each within a year of each other. The family lived in Queens. She was the youngest of them all. He family had never had much money and weren't able to support the five children. Unlike most newsies, the boys didn't run away, they were kicked out, on there own, just to become the lost newsies.
Beth stayed with her parents for a while but she to was soon kicked out, or rather asked to leave. She felt sorry for her parents and knew that she was just a burden to them, so she left.
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It was mid December and everyone was getting ready for Christmas. Buying gifts, decorating trees and gathering money for the poor. Of course very few of the poor were lucky enough to get any of the money collected. Beth, being the unlucky sort, was skipped countless times. She left Queens about 2 months back and she was still no better off than she had been. She had no money and was constantly being fired from small jobs. It didn't matter to her, nothing did. She frequently wandered all night and got little sleep, fearing that if she closed her eyes, something awful may happen.
She figured that she would just do what her brothers had always said they would do, become newsies. From her brothers' description, it was a simple job. 'You buy y'er papes, sell 'em, and in the morning hope that the money you got is still in y'er pocket.' Jared, her eldest brother, had said. It seemed simple enough to her, but she still had doubts. Besides, mostly boys were newsies.
She shrugged as she walked down the snowy street, thinking about everything, but there was so much to think about. She didn't really care about her family; they were nonexistent to her now. She sighed. She hated feeling sorry for herself. She kicked the snow in frustration and grumbled.
"Curse it! You got snow in me shoes!"
She had long, wavy, chestnut brown hair and blurry blue eyes. Her eye site wasn't great but she could see. She had a sun kissed nose, covered in freckles. She was not tall, only 5' 4".
She had grown up in a poor family with four brothers, each within a year of each other. The family lived in Queens. She was the youngest of them all. He family had never had much money and weren't able to support the five children. Unlike most newsies, the boys didn't run away, they were kicked out, on there own, just to become the lost newsies.
Beth stayed with her parents for a while but she to was soon kicked out, or rather asked to leave. She felt sorry for her parents and knew that she was just a burden to them, so she left.
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It was mid December and everyone was getting ready for Christmas. Buying gifts, decorating trees and gathering money for the poor. Of course very few of the poor were lucky enough to get any of the money collected. Beth, being the unlucky sort, was skipped countless times. She left Queens about 2 months back and she was still no better off than she had been. She had no money and was constantly being fired from small jobs. It didn't matter to her, nothing did. She frequently wandered all night and got little sleep, fearing that if she closed her eyes, something awful may happen.
She figured that she would just do what her brothers had always said they would do, become newsies. From her brothers' description, it was a simple job. 'You buy y'er papes, sell 'em, and in the morning hope that the money you got is still in y'er pocket.' Jared, her eldest brother, had said. It seemed simple enough to her, but she still had doubts. Besides, mostly boys were newsies.
She shrugged as she walked down the snowy street, thinking about everything, but there was so much to think about. She didn't really care about her family; they were nonexistent to her now. She sighed. She hated feeling sorry for herself. She kicked the snow in frustration and grumbled.
"Curse it! You got snow in me shoes!"