Disclaimer: Do not own Newsies unfortunately. Any characters you don't
recognize are probably mine.
AN/ ok it's starts out from jack's point of view but that's just for the first chapter so I can introduce my main character. Oh and it takes place a little after the strike ended.
Chapter 1
Jack watched with curiosity as a boy he had never seen before walked by carrying a decent stack of papers. The boy had dirty blond hair that stopped just before his ears. His hat was a little too big and his clothes were pretty beaten up even for a street boy. He seemed a little small for his age and was really thin. There was definitely something odd about him.
Shrugging it off he went to introduce himself. The boy was walking at a fast pace and easily finding small gaps to weave through to get to the other side of the crowd. Jack had to practically run to catch up.
"Hey, newsie," Jack called to get his attention.
"Huh," the boy turned around just as Jack caught up with him.
"Youse new 'round here?" Jack asked.
"Yeh," The boy replied his voice was a little high.
"That's quite a few papes for Manhattan," Jack said commenting on the large stack on papers on the boys shoulder.
"who said I is sellin in mahatten,"
"Where else would youse be sellin,"
The boy didn't reply and just looked down at the street and shrugged. Jack laughed, this boy must be new to the streets.
"Stop laughin, it's not funny," The boy made an attempt to defend his pride
"Sure, do youse even knows how to sell a paper?"
"Yeah, that's the easy part,"
"I'd like to see this," Jack challenged.
"Sure," The boy slipped easily into the crowd and sold a chuck of his papes fairly quickly, then wandered back to Jack still selling.
"Wow you're pritty good,"
"Tanks,"
"Jack Kelly, but some call me cowboy,"
"..........call me daggers," the boy hesitated before answering.
"All right daggers want to hang wit me? Show you the ropes of Manhattan, is clear you don't need to be taught how to sell papes."
"Tanks, Kelly,"
"Jack,"
"Fine, Jack."
* * * *
"Boi's tis is daggers, he's new round 'ere," Jack introduced him to the boys in the lodging house.
"Daggers?" said one boy. "How'd you get that as a name?"
"Daggers and knifes are my weapon of specialty. Just hope you don't have to find out how good i am wit 'em first hand." Daggers comment made the rest of the boys kinda back down.
"Come on Daggers, be nice to the boys they're family," Jack replied to daggers comment.
"I'm tired where's the empty bunk?" Daggers muttered as a response.
"Over t'ere at the end," Jack answered.
Daggers didn't say anything as he climbed into his bunk with out even changing. He quickly zonked out and started to snore very lightly.
"I don't like t'is kid," Race said to Jack as soon as Daggers was asleep.
"He was a lot nicer to day when i first met 'im," Jack replied. "Maybe he's had bad experience with large groups of boi's,"
"Right, seems like he would fit in lot better in Brooklyn," Race thought out loud.
"Yeah," Jack replied a light grin spread across his face.
Despite what the boys thought Daggers really was awake and had heard their short conversation. It had worked though, she had pulled it off, how many girls could pretend to be a boy and get away with it.
AN/ ok it's starts out from jack's point of view but that's just for the first chapter so I can introduce my main character. Oh and it takes place a little after the strike ended.
Chapter 1
Jack watched with curiosity as a boy he had never seen before walked by carrying a decent stack of papers. The boy had dirty blond hair that stopped just before his ears. His hat was a little too big and his clothes were pretty beaten up even for a street boy. He seemed a little small for his age and was really thin. There was definitely something odd about him.
Shrugging it off he went to introduce himself. The boy was walking at a fast pace and easily finding small gaps to weave through to get to the other side of the crowd. Jack had to practically run to catch up.
"Hey, newsie," Jack called to get his attention.
"Huh," the boy turned around just as Jack caught up with him.
"Youse new 'round here?" Jack asked.
"Yeh," The boy replied his voice was a little high.
"That's quite a few papes for Manhattan," Jack said commenting on the large stack on papers on the boys shoulder.
"who said I is sellin in mahatten,"
"Where else would youse be sellin,"
The boy didn't reply and just looked down at the street and shrugged. Jack laughed, this boy must be new to the streets.
"Stop laughin, it's not funny," The boy made an attempt to defend his pride
"Sure, do youse even knows how to sell a paper?"
"Yeah, that's the easy part,"
"I'd like to see this," Jack challenged.
"Sure," The boy slipped easily into the crowd and sold a chuck of his papes fairly quickly, then wandered back to Jack still selling.
"Wow you're pritty good,"
"Tanks,"
"Jack Kelly, but some call me cowboy,"
"..........call me daggers," the boy hesitated before answering.
"All right daggers want to hang wit me? Show you the ropes of Manhattan, is clear you don't need to be taught how to sell papes."
"Tanks, Kelly,"
"Jack,"
"Fine, Jack."
* * * *
"Boi's tis is daggers, he's new round 'ere," Jack introduced him to the boys in the lodging house.
"Daggers?" said one boy. "How'd you get that as a name?"
"Daggers and knifes are my weapon of specialty. Just hope you don't have to find out how good i am wit 'em first hand." Daggers comment made the rest of the boys kinda back down.
"Come on Daggers, be nice to the boys they're family," Jack replied to daggers comment.
"I'm tired where's the empty bunk?" Daggers muttered as a response.
"Over t'ere at the end," Jack answered.
Daggers didn't say anything as he climbed into his bunk with out even changing. He quickly zonked out and started to snore very lightly.
"I don't like t'is kid," Race said to Jack as soon as Daggers was asleep.
"He was a lot nicer to day when i first met 'im," Jack replied. "Maybe he's had bad experience with large groups of boi's,"
"Right, seems like he would fit in lot better in Brooklyn," Race thought out loud.
"Yeah," Jack replied a light grin spread across his face.
Despite what the boys thought Daggers really was awake and had heard their short conversation. It had worked though, she had pulled it off, how many girls could pretend to be a boy and get away with it.