Disclaimer: Anyone from the movie isn't mine, if they were I would have made another movie :)
A/N: Please let me know what you think of this story, its kinda slow now but I promise it will get better. Read and review and let me know if this should be continued or trashed.
Enjoy! (I hope)
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I stood surrounded in a cloud of white swirling around me. I curled my hands into a ball and tried to keep them warm, but it was a hard task in the bitter cold of winter. There was already a good foot piling up on ground as I pulled myself through it. I was almost at my destination, the train yards.
I managed to walk the last block just as the wind started to pick up even more, making it very hard to see in front of you. I hurried towards the ticket window and searched my pockets for the only money I had.
"Can I help you kid?" I rolled my eyes at the comment, but ignored it for the moment. The whistle of a train in the distance hurried my pace.
"One ticket to New York" I shoved the money I gathered through the window. The man glanced at me, and then back at the pile before quickly counting it. He seemed pleased that I had enough and without further conversation he slid the ticket towards me.
"Leaves in 10 minutes" was all I heard through the wind as he slid the little window shut, probably so he could trap the heat inside and leave everyone else in the cold. I put the ticket in my pocket, careful the wind didn't take it away.
I wandered around the small train yards hoping there was a warm place I could wait, but after searching through the snow I found nothing but more snow. I stood by the wooden platform, waiting for the train to grow closer towards Boston.
The snow made the day seem later than it was, but I was still surprised there weren't many people out since it was mid afternoon. I remember selling my papers this morning with even less people out. Hopefully New York wouldn't be shut out by this type of weather in early November.
My body began to get used to the cold, or well either that or I was too cold to feel the pain anymore, but luckily I saw lights coming down the tracks. I gave a long look around Boston before turning my head and focusing on the train, and my destination.
The train screeched to a halt near by while I climbed on board with the little possessions I had. Once I was comfortably in a near seat and starting to thaw out I closed my eyes and let myself get a nap in.
The ride was longer than I thought and I became lost in the world outside my small window. The view wasn't the best, that's not what I was lost in; I was absorbed in my thoughts.
I wasn't sure why I chose New York to head to, maybe because I heard about the strike 2 years ago. It had sold a lot of papers for me and even Boston newsies took a short stand when our prices rose that year as well.
But why New York? I didn't know all I knew was that I couldn't go back to my newsies…it simply wasn't an option. They were left in good hands, my second in command Revere would take over for me, and he would make a good leader.
I wasn't even sure if New York would welcome girl newsies, let alone a previous leader that was a girl. Sighing I leaned my head and hoped for the best. If this didn't work out I would have to find a real job, I feared I was getting to old to be a newsie anymore.
I was 18, although very close to being 19. But people never saw my age for what it was, that I used to my advantage in this work. I could pass as being 15/16 years old, although I hated it; I had learned to live with it. I looked very Italian in stature and appearance which helped my leadership in the North End territory, the rising Italian section of Boston. I stood barley 5'1" tall or should I say short, with typical brown wavy and frizzy hair along with deep brown eyes and an olive complexion. The olive tint was probably one reason I was called Olive, the other was my love for olives, and what better place to get olives than the North End.
Sadly I was now on my way to leaving my old life behind me. I wouldn't be Olive anymore; I was just going to be a new kid in New York looking for a job as a newsie.
I was soon jerked from my thoughts as I felt the train slowing down. I glanced out my window looking at the city coming into view. Smiling I got my things together and headed for the door waiting to step into a future.
I stepped off the train into a world like Boston, but this time I found myself not knowing the roads or buildings around me. I was out of my element and as much I tried I realized my confidence was down. I took a brave step forward and left the train yards behind. I knew I was in Manhattan but I wasn't sure where to go now.
The streets were more crowded than Boston, whether that was from the fact there was no snow here or if it was just a busier city I wasn't sure. I wandered around the roads, looking for a place to stay or even for some newsies that had extra room for a girl. But since it was close to noon by the time I arrived, I didn't see many people selling papers.
Frowning I continued on hoping I could find someone outside. After a few hours of wandering around I found nothing, only an alley that looked pretty sheltered. I decided to settle in and find some work tomorrow morning.
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After a day or so of searching I finally traced the newsies to the near by distribution office. Today was the first time I was heading over to buy some newspapers, with the little money I had managed to find.
By the time I had arrived the newsies were filing into a line, there loudness was enough to scare anyone away. But since I lived with mostly boys I was used to this. The line moved on slowly but eventually I reached window.
"How many?" I heard the man gruffly ask.
"70" he nodded then threw a pile at me. I turned to walk down the stairs when I felt a few eyes on me.
"Ya new kid?" a tall boy asked as he eyed me.
"Youse could say that" I smirked to myself.
"Well that's a lot of papes ta sell on ya first day" he replied while the others looked on with interest. I figured he must be the leader around here; this was going to be weird taking orders for once.
"Thanks for ya concern but I can handle it. Now if ya would point me in direction of an open sellin' spot"
To my surprise he smirked at me. He brought his hand to his mouth and spit in it, holding it out in front of me. "I'm Jack Kelly"
I followed his movements and realized I couldn't give my old name; I had come out here to start over. "Boston" was all I replied; figuring no one else would have that name around here, since they all spoke with a New York accent.
He nodded and looked around at his boys, "There's an open spot near central park, Race will take ya that way" he looked towards a shorter boy, who seemed to be absorbed in the headlines rather than the conversation.
"Race!" the kids head spun up with a smirk, "Take him towards central park so he can get a sellin' spot" I rolled my eyes, did I really still look like a boy? I guess the dirt all over my face from sleeping on the streets didn't help much.
Before I knew what happened the group of newsies were filing out into the streets. Hurrying I ran towards Race trying not to lose him the crowds.
"So this ya first time in New York?" Race asked when he realized I had caught up to him.
I nodded as I slowed my pace to match his. The rest of the walk was masked in silence from us, but the loudness of the city made it less awkward. It didn't take long before he paused by central park.
"Ya can sell over there" he pointed to a near by corner across the street. I flashed him a smile and walked towards my new spot.
A/N: sorry i just felt this was a good place to stop...trash or continue??