Well, this idea just randomly came to me, so here we go:

Summary: Elizabeth and Rebecca were twins. Not only were they twins, they were best friends. They loved each other, respected each other, and trusted each other with everything. They were all each other had until the fire…

Disclaimer: Trig does not own Newsies. Trig wishes she does. Trig is talking in third person. Trig especially wishes she owned Mush. Sadly, Trig doesn't own Mush. If she did she would write stories about him and make millions. But she can't because she doesn't own him. (Trig feels like crying now.) But this story isn't about Mush, it's about a different newsie but Trig will not reveal who said newsie is until the proper time for fear of ruining the story. Trig does not own "said newsie" either. (Trig really feels like crying now.) Trig, in fact, doesn't own any of the Newsies. (Trig is crying now). So anything or anyone that you recognize from the movie belongs to the movie, not to Trig. (Sob)

Chapter 1

Rebecca's Point of View

We were left at the orphanage when we were 2 weeks old, my twin sister Elizabeth and I. She was the only family I had ever known, my best friend, one of the only people I trusted completely, and I'm sure she felt the same about me. We were also identical, both with brown hair and hazel eyes and both almost the exact same height, meaning really short. But besides this, it was easy to tell the two of us apart. We were as different as night and day once you got past what we looked like. Lizzie was quiet and obedient, sweet and shy, and she was always the favorite, whether it be with the orphanage caretaker, the other kids in the orphanage or just with people we met. She always had perfect manners and never seemed to mess up.

I on the other hand was wild, rowdy, and loud. In my opinion, rules were meant to be broken and I took the chance to break one as much as possible. I was in trouble almost as often as the boys at the orphanage and could barely sit still during our lessons.

"Rebecca! I asked you a question, please answer it!" Mrs. Schapelhouman's (yeah, her last name is a mouthful) voice cut into my thoughts.

"Yes Mrs. Schapelhouman" I answered, "Um, what was the question?"

I saw Elizabeth across the room moan and put her head in her hands.

"How old are you now Rebecca? Five? Six? You should know to pay attention."

"I'm sorry" I said meekly "but my little six year old brain is so busy, I can't stay focused on one subject for so long."

She stared at me for what seemed like forever, trying to figure out if that was meant as impertinence or not, finally she sighed. "Rebecca, I asked how many pieces of fruit you would have if you had three apples and two pears."

I thought about this a moment, "well, I don't think I need to figure that out, 'cause I won't have that much fruit in my life will I?"

"Rebecca"

"Yes?"

"Please go to the back of the classroom" This was her typical punishment for children my age, you had to go and sit in the back of the classroom facing the wall and 'think about what you had done wrong'.

"Yes Mrs. Schapelhouman." I got up and walked towards the back of the classroom, I passed Nellie, my best friend who gave me a sympathetic smile, I passed Elizabeth who gave me a look that said 'will you never learn?' and I passed several of the boys who were giggling behind their hands and gave me a little thumbs up when I passed them. I reached the back of the room and sat down facing the wall. I tried to pay attention to Mrs. Schapelhouman, but soon my attention began to wander from the amount of fruit that we would have if we had 7 pears and 29 peaches (which I would never have) to other, more interesting things.

I pulled out a little notepad that I kept in my apron pocket at all times and scanned the floor for a pen or pencil. I spotted one under Daniel's desk. I crumpled up a piece of paper and tossed it so it hit him in the back. He spun around and glared at me. "Yes?"

"Can you pass me that pencil?" I whispered, "The one under your desk."

"Sure" he kicked it towards me.

"Thanks."

I dove for it and scurried back to the corner before Mrs. Schapelhouman could catch me. I flipped to a clean page in my notebook and started writing. I would write about princesses, and castles, and dragons, and queens, and princes, and genies that grant three wishes, and fairies, and magic, and princes, and witches, and talking horses, and leprechauns, and elves, and dwarfs, and fairy godmothers, and wicked stepmothers, and kings, and magic rings, and cloaks that make you invisible, and flying carpets, and everything in between. My writing wasn't what you would call…amazing, but I enjoyed it and when you're six years old, your writing won't exactly be winning awards, except for possibly the worst handwriting or worst speller.

"Miss Rebecca" I turned around to see Mrs. Schapelhouman looking over my shoulder, "have you suddenly taken it into your head to take notes? Perhaps I should make sure that they are accurate?"

"Um, no Mrs. Schapelhouman, I uh, think that they are okay" I said hastily tucking my notebook into my apron pocket again.

"Ah, well I don't, let me see the notebook please"

"I wasn't doin' nothin' wrong Mrs. Schapelhouman, honest!" I said placing my hand protectively over my beloved book.

"Let me see the book…now"

"Yes Ma'am" I slowly took it out of my pocket and held it out to her. She snatched it away and started flipping through it. She had gone a few pages and looked up at me.

"Notes hmm?"

I just looked down at my feet.

"Rebecca, if you weren't so young…" her voice trailed off. The entire class was watching us now.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Schapelhouman, it won't happen again."

"That's what you said last time you got in trouble."

I didn't answer.

"You are the worst behaved young lady I have ever had to teach! Why can't you be as well behaved as your sister?"

"Um"

"Rebecca, I honestly don't know what to do with you"

"Well, if you come up with somethin' let me know" I tried to escape out the door

"Not so fast missy, now let me give you a little math problem, if you got in trouble for not paying attention 7 times and for impertinence 9 times what does that equal?"

"Um…14 times?"

"No, it equals 16 times, do you want to know what it also equals?"

"I don't know…"

"Expulsion"

"But…"

"Out!" With that she ushered me out the door. How did I just get myself expelled? I mean, they couldn't expel me. I mean, all the kids at the orphanage went here, where was I supposed to go? I slumped against the wall and reached for my notebook, just to realize that Mrs. Schapelhouman had kept it. Now I had nothing to do, for the next three hours until school was over, Elizabeth was the one who knew the way home, I never paid attention. I was usually too busy making up adventures with Nellie to memorize all the twists, turns, corners, and streets that we passed to make it from the orphanage to the school and back again.

Finally school let out and everyone came pouring out of the room. Nellie came dashing out and ran past me not noticing.

"Nellie!" I called

She spun around, "Oh Becca! I didn't see you! It must have been horrible waiting out here all by yourself!" She said running over and helping me up.

"Well, that's the last time I'm ever coming to this stupid school." I said, standing up. We stood outside the school talking about the injustice of Mrs. Schapelhouman waiting for Elizabeth to come out. Of course, she was one of the last to exit the school room. For being my identical twin we sure are different.

"Becca! How could you do that to me?" she said, storming down the steps.

"I didn't do nothin'" I protested.

"You just got yourself expelled! You call that nothing? And at least try to speak with proper grammar." She scolded me like she was my mother rather than my twin.

"Lizzie, please, don't bother me 'bout it, please" with that Nellie and I went skipping up the street.

"Becca! Rebecca! You get back here right now! I mean it! Right now!" But Nellie and I just kept going. "Rebecca! I mean it! You come back here right now young lady!"

"You know, she wouldn't make such a bad Mrs. Schapelhouman would she?" said Nellie.

"No she wouldn't" I said with a giggle.

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