DISCLAIMER: I, myself, do not own any part of Newsies. I would GREATLY
appreciate if you read my story and all the chapters it contains, but
please if you are going to use any part of this story, e-mail me first at
tealgrl@yahoo.com. Thanks lots ~Lilly.
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Prologue ##########
I could never have guessed that I had an older brother, especially one who was on his own. He was my idol and I'd only known about him for three days. Sitting on the train to Manhattan, staring at the newspaper cut out of Francis Sullivan, known in Manhattan as Jack Kelley, I couldn't have been any happier. I think that day was the happiest I had been in months.
The nuns at the orphanage, who found me lying across my mother's newly dug grave and taken me in, new only that my name was Nicole Sullivan and my mother had been killed trying to save my father from certain death in jail. They had to, quite literally, peel me away from my mother's grave to take me with them.
Father O'Malley had been reading the Sunday edition of the Maine Gazette when he came upon a story about the Manhattan newsies (news boys in other words). The boys in question had begun a strike throughout all laboring children of New York. I was shown this particular article before mass that evening, and the picture of Jack that accompanied the column. I was so stunned that I graciously took the picture and article to my room and thanked God that I had hope of finding the only family I had left.
Early the following morning I awoke to the sounds of the few things I owned being packed. Sister Marta and Sister Francis (as the children called her Sister Fat-Fanny) were hurriedly packing away my dresses and shoes and the small jewelry my mother had left me.
"Ere child. You must take dis money and find you brothah in Man Attan." She stated very bluntly, handing me the carpetbag with my things packed in it. Marta kissed my forehead and as she left whispered " May God bless you and keep you safe."
After an hour nap, very brute-like shouting had awakened me. I was told that Brooklyn was the next stop and we would be to Manhattan in twenty minutes. I pulled out my picture of Jack and stared at it, as if to burn his image into my memory so it would never be forgotten.
************That's all for now. PLEASE REVIEW and I shall use your comments to help form my next chapter.
~Lilly
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Prologue ##########
I could never have guessed that I had an older brother, especially one who was on his own. He was my idol and I'd only known about him for three days. Sitting on the train to Manhattan, staring at the newspaper cut out of Francis Sullivan, known in Manhattan as Jack Kelley, I couldn't have been any happier. I think that day was the happiest I had been in months.
The nuns at the orphanage, who found me lying across my mother's newly dug grave and taken me in, new only that my name was Nicole Sullivan and my mother had been killed trying to save my father from certain death in jail. They had to, quite literally, peel me away from my mother's grave to take me with them.
Father O'Malley had been reading the Sunday edition of the Maine Gazette when he came upon a story about the Manhattan newsies (news boys in other words). The boys in question had begun a strike throughout all laboring children of New York. I was shown this particular article before mass that evening, and the picture of Jack that accompanied the column. I was so stunned that I graciously took the picture and article to my room and thanked God that I had hope of finding the only family I had left.
Early the following morning I awoke to the sounds of the few things I owned being packed. Sister Marta and Sister Francis (as the children called her Sister Fat-Fanny) were hurriedly packing away my dresses and shoes and the small jewelry my mother had left me.
"Ere child. You must take dis money and find you brothah in Man Attan." She stated very bluntly, handing me the carpetbag with my things packed in it. Marta kissed my forehead and as she left whispered " May God bless you and keep you safe."
After an hour nap, very brute-like shouting had awakened me. I was told that Brooklyn was the next stop and we would be to Manhattan in twenty minutes. I pulled out my picture of Jack and stared at it, as if to burn his image into my memory so it would never be forgotten.
************That's all for now. PLEASE REVIEW and I shall use your comments to help form my next chapter.
~Lilly