Unwanted Partings Disclaimer: I do not, I ever will own the any of the Newsies or places in which they occur. They all belong to Disney! So, although I may wish (and pray) that they were mine, the truth is they aren't! (*Sob*) – By the way I'm only going to put this up once, and that would be here. So don't sue it is intended for all chapters. A/N: This is my first Newsies fic… that I am posting on fanfic. Don't hate me because of what I have done, or will do. So anywayz this takes place a LONG time after the strike has ended… which you'll see later. Also I'm sorry this chapter is short, but it is kind of like a prologue. But don't get too mad, since I'll probably post more by tomorrow, if I get a few reviews that is (hint, hint, nudge, nudge)… yeah so I like reviews, and really enjoy getting nice ones as well as ones that have *constructive* feedback. So on with story…   One other thing I should probably mention is the rating… (Although I doubt it), I may change the rating. In later chapters there will be some violence, and perhaps some less than nice language. That's it though. Sorry for more delay, now story: ~*~Introduction~*~

It was a cold and windy day in New York City, certainly too cold for the month of May. Walking down one of the familiar streets one would see that a lot had changed. New stores and restaurants lined every street corner. More and more cars filled the streets, and people's faces were often glum. They were no longer cheery like they once had been. The dew that had formed on the grass and sidewalks the past night remained untouched, and added melancholy to the air as the breeze gently ran through it. It was Sunday and the streets were empty. In one restaurant, however, a group of old friends were gathered. Three men and a young boy sat in a booth near the back.

"So, how was yer trip?" one asked. The one questioned didn't answer.

"C'mon you'se can tell us." Another said. He finally nodded, although somewhat reluctantly.

"Awright." He paused, taking in a shakey breath. "It wasn't dat bad. 'Til I'se needed dat drink. Lemme put it dis way…. Have you'se evah won anyt'ing? Anyt'ing, dat in de end you'se regretted having evah won it at all? Well, on me trip I'se did, as you'se probably can tell. But maybe my prize wasn't all bad, actually it was one of de best things I'se evah won. Although, under no coicumstances could I'se wish dat it had nevah happened, I'se jus wish it hadn't ended de way it did…."

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