A/N: I was sick of Mary-Sues. What else can I say? Oh yeah. This is about my favorite character, Scout. My character. Though I've let people put her in their stories, this is really what she's all about. Well, I guess I should say me. Because Scout is my penname…so…yeah. R&R please! Oh and I promise this isn't going to turn into a Mary-Sue!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except Nellie 'Scout' Harris. She's mine. Everything else belongs to someone else…because everything is owned by someone else these days…
Oh yeah, the newsboys won the strike. Like they could do that all on their own. They wouldn't have gotten anywhere without us girls in the shadows. We're the ones who had the idea to recruit all of the laborers, not theirs. Yeah, it wasn't Jack's brilliant idea. It was mine. I'm Nellie Harris, but I'm known to everyone as Scout. you've never seen me before, because I'm from Queens. But it wasn't just Manhattan and Brooklyn that were involved. that's just what it was made out to seem like. Queens had a much larger amount of girls, and the Manhattan and Brooklyn boys didn't want to be overshadowed by a bunch of "weak girls". to tell the truth, I officially became a Newsie in Manhattan, but not like most girls you hear about. It wasn't "runaway girl finds Newsies and falls in love with one of them". no, that wasn't it at all. Those boys aren't as kind and excepting as they are made out to be. Maybe it was because I lied, stole, and cheated them…a lot. I'm actually nicknamed for my lying. But hey, a girl's gotta eat right?
It all started when I first saw them lying to all their unsuspecting customers. I thought it would be fun to beat them at their own game. So I walked straight up to one of them, a tall brown-haired one with glasses, and put on my most dollish face. I said in the sweetest voice I could manage,
"excuse me sir, but I noticed that you weren't selling many papers. Maybe if you told people that your paper contained information on that huge fire down the street, they would buy it." the boy looked me over like I was a lunatic. But then his eyes narrowed behind the round glasses.
"are you sure dere's a fire? I don't see no smoke." he was right. There was no smoke or flames rising from anywhere visible to us.
"well, you can't see it from here, but when I was coming here, I saw it." he was still hesitant to believe my lie.
"how can I believe you? I don't even know ya."
"Scout's honor" I answered as I flipped my blonde hair and strode away. A cocky smile crept onto my face as I heard him yelling about the "fire". I turned around to see people giving him odd, disgusted looks as he shot me one of his own. I laughed and ran down the street to the alley where I had been living with my sister Mary for the whole summer. My sister was ten, me being 14. We weren't living in a penthouse or anything, but after our parents had dumped us, anyplace was good. We really didn't mind sleeping on the streets. Its not as bad as it was said to be. But that damn newsie had to follow me.
"Ya fuckin' liar!" he cried painfully as he spotted me in the alley.
"hey, watch the language. She's only ten" I retorted with a scold. My sister just rolled her eyes. She hated it when I treated her differently just because she was younger.
"Well den you shouldn't be teachin' 'er to lie!" he yelled furiously.
"I didn't. you were the one who lied" I think I stumped him. He just looked at me questioningly. I couldn't help but to laugh a little.
"I never said I was telling the truth about the fire." I started to explain.
"but you gave your honah!" he couldn't keep his face from turning red from anger.
"no, I said 'Scout's Honor'. and I'm not a scout. So it doesn't mean a thing." my smile was sickeningly sweet. The boy gave a growl of frustration as he about-faced and strode down the street.
"lying is bad." I told my sister as she got up and we went out to steal some food.
A/N: hey I think I actually liked that! I know, it's short. But its just the beginning. I wouldn't just leave the story like that. that's just kind of weird…. Have you reviewed yet? Well, the button is right there. *points to 'Go' button* just click it. I don't care if you don't have much to say, or if you want to flame. don't flame to be mean though. Only if you truly think my story needs work. a lot of work.
~!~Scout~!~