Disclaimer: I do not own newsies (Disney does), or the characters in
newsies. I do own MY charactors, and this plot...blahblah you know the drill
a/n: Ok, lemme start of by sayin this fanfic is slightly ummm, for lack of a better word...SILLY! It's my first so keep that in mind. Yeah, I couldn't figure out how to describe all the newsies in this so I'm just goin on the fact that I no you've seen the movie before and know what the people look like. Maybe ill add more description later. I need more character development too. The whole thing is kinda random. Ah well, what can ya do? Right so here goes nothing...
Lynnette Whittaker let out a deep and heavy sigh. Once again she was stuck with the mindless bunch of twittering young women (if one could call them women, they were more like girls) that followed her Uncle's posse. About once a week the socialites would gather at some outing. Lynnette was part of the most powerful family in New York. She got her long brown hair from her mother, while her father left her with her icy blue eyes. She had also managed to obtain her mothers petite figure and her father's lack of height.
The girls, her "friends", seemed to enjoy every outing they were put through. Lynette found every one, including the concerts, the evening parties and her current day at the racetracks to be thoroughly boring. Even more boring than the outings, were the girls' conversations. They were so dry and void of substance that Lynnette could barely be in the same room with any of them. Their current fascination seemed to be as always a boy. The one they were discussing this afternoon was the son of a wealthy investor and according to Julia's explanation, desperately handsome. When the group at last erupted into a never ending fit of giggles Lynnette thought it time to excuse herself, so she put on her sweetest most polite face.
"Excuse me ladies, I fear I must excuse my self. Something has just come to my attention." Lynnette left while the girls continued to giggle; they hardly even noticed the change in the room's attendance.
Lynnette walked outside. Always proper, she resisted her urge to rest beneath a big oak tree that stood to her left; instead she contented herself with walking around the stadium, pretending to have somewhere important to go. She heard the roar of the crowd and realized the horses had made it to their final lap.
Suddenly feeling very tired, Lynnette found a seat in a corner and pulled out her pocket diary she always kept with her. It was full of mostly complaints (that's all her brain was made of). Mostly it was just for her own relief. She became so wrapped up in her writing; the sound of the outside world became completely blocked out. It wasn't until she felt something tap her shoulder that she returned to reality.
She turned around to see a rather small boy, or was he a man, she couldn't tell, either way he was about her age, maybe older. She decided to ignore him in the hope that he would go away. He just wants me to buy one of his stupid papers, she thought. She could tell by the way he dressed, in loose fitting clothes and with his dirty face that he was no one she should be talking to. He said something to her but her brain had already blocked him out.
Race looked at her. Obviously she had not heard him the first time. He tried again, only louder. "I said YOUSE MISSED THE RACE"
Lynnette jumped. She turned around to look at her addresser. "Can I help you, sir?" She made sure to always be polite to strangers. Even if they were dirty young men.
"Why didn't youse watch the race? It was a doosy. Ya see that chestnut hoahse ovah there he won but that grey one ovah there was right behind him until the last few—"
"I'm sorry but do I know you?" Lynnette was now getting a little annoyed. She had not said anything to give him an inclination that it was all right to start a conversation. What gave him the right to-?
Her thoughts were cut short by a hand that had been shoved in her face. "Name's Racetrack Higgins, Miss."
"Well, hello Mr. Higgins, but I do have to be going now." She started to leave but was stopped short. "Ya mean youse don't wanna know how the race went?" There was obvious disbelief in his voice.
"Excuse me for saying so Mr. Higgins but there are more important things in life than horse races."
And with that Lynnette left a stunned, jaw dropped Race before he could say anything else.
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Awright....first chapter completed.....it was short I know...but until I can get the characters introduced that's how it's gonna be...i would like you all to know im not gonna post the second one until some people review....*really really big hint* sooooooo.... READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!! Criticism is GOOD...I encourage it....(hmm I may regret that later...) but yes...for now..be harsh!! ttfn....;)
a/n: Ok, lemme start of by sayin this fanfic is slightly ummm, for lack of a better word...SILLY! It's my first so keep that in mind. Yeah, I couldn't figure out how to describe all the newsies in this so I'm just goin on the fact that I no you've seen the movie before and know what the people look like. Maybe ill add more description later. I need more character development too. The whole thing is kinda random. Ah well, what can ya do? Right so here goes nothing...
Lynnette Whittaker let out a deep and heavy sigh. Once again she was stuck with the mindless bunch of twittering young women (if one could call them women, they were more like girls) that followed her Uncle's posse. About once a week the socialites would gather at some outing. Lynnette was part of the most powerful family in New York. She got her long brown hair from her mother, while her father left her with her icy blue eyes. She had also managed to obtain her mothers petite figure and her father's lack of height.
The girls, her "friends", seemed to enjoy every outing they were put through. Lynette found every one, including the concerts, the evening parties and her current day at the racetracks to be thoroughly boring. Even more boring than the outings, were the girls' conversations. They were so dry and void of substance that Lynnette could barely be in the same room with any of them. Their current fascination seemed to be as always a boy. The one they were discussing this afternoon was the son of a wealthy investor and according to Julia's explanation, desperately handsome. When the group at last erupted into a never ending fit of giggles Lynnette thought it time to excuse herself, so she put on her sweetest most polite face.
"Excuse me ladies, I fear I must excuse my self. Something has just come to my attention." Lynnette left while the girls continued to giggle; they hardly even noticed the change in the room's attendance.
Lynnette walked outside. Always proper, she resisted her urge to rest beneath a big oak tree that stood to her left; instead she contented herself with walking around the stadium, pretending to have somewhere important to go. She heard the roar of the crowd and realized the horses had made it to their final lap.
Suddenly feeling very tired, Lynnette found a seat in a corner and pulled out her pocket diary she always kept with her. It was full of mostly complaints (that's all her brain was made of). Mostly it was just for her own relief. She became so wrapped up in her writing; the sound of the outside world became completely blocked out. It wasn't until she felt something tap her shoulder that she returned to reality.
She turned around to see a rather small boy, or was he a man, she couldn't tell, either way he was about her age, maybe older. She decided to ignore him in the hope that he would go away. He just wants me to buy one of his stupid papers, she thought. She could tell by the way he dressed, in loose fitting clothes and with his dirty face that he was no one she should be talking to. He said something to her but her brain had already blocked him out.
Race looked at her. Obviously she had not heard him the first time. He tried again, only louder. "I said YOUSE MISSED THE RACE"
Lynnette jumped. She turned around to look at her addresser. "Can I help you, sir?" She made sure to always be polite to strangers. Even if they were dirty young men.
"Why didn't youse watch the race? It was a doosy. Ya see that chestnut hoahse ovah there he won but that grey one ovah there was right behind him until the last few—"
"I'm sorry but do I know you?" Lynnette was now getting a little annoyed. She had not said anything to give him an inclination that it was all right to start a conversation. What gave him the right to-?
Her thoughts were cut short by a hand that had been shoved in her face. "Name's Racetrack Higgins, Miss."
"Well, hello Mr. Higgins, but I do have to be going now." She started to leave but was stopped short. "Ya mean youse don't wanna know how the race went?" There was obvious disbelief in his voice.
"Excuse me for saying so Mr. Higgins but there are more important things in life than horse races."
And with that Lynnette left a stunned, jaw dropped Race before he could say anything else.
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Awright....first chapter completed.....it was short I know...but until I can get the characters introduced that's how it's gonna be...i would like you all to know im not gonna post the second one until some people review....*really really big hint* sooooooo.... READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!! Criticism is GOOD...I encourage it....(hmm I may regret that later...) but yes...for now..be harsh!! ttfn....;)