Disclaimer: Don't own Newsies, Do own Emmy and Beauty. Blah Blah Blah
I know it would take like seven hours or so to get from Maine to New York but oh well. This is my world.
Beauty walked to the train yard and quickly hid behind some barrels. The next train would come in an hour and twenty minutes. She would have to jump on because she couldn't buy a ticket. Beauty did not have any money...she no longer had anything. Beauty's stomach rumbled and she made a face, she would have to go hungry until she got to N.Y. maybe Emmy could feed her there. Beauty was used to hunger. In Maine she did whatever she could to survive, but living did not mean she was full and warm. Her parents were never home. Her mother was always out visiting friends and relatives. Her father was always in New York or England on business. They left Beauty to herself
and she had to work or steal to feed herself.
Beauty glanced at the clock. She still had an hour before the train came. She decided to get some sleep and curled up on the ground behind the barrels.
I was a little girl, around four years old, Emmy was with me. She was crying because her parents had hit her again. I was trying to comfort her but my anger got the best of me. "At least yours are around" I yelled. The ground jolted under me and I was in a strange room, Emmy was in a bunk bed. "Beauty" she said, " you came, after all this time you came" and she fell backwards. "NO!" I cried, my scream shrill.
I woke up with a jolt. The train blared its whistle again. I cursed and jumped up, running to catch the train and hide before it left. Stumbling on my numb legs I finally made it and hid in an empty car with some hay for warmth. I had a long ride ahead of me but I was afraid to go back to sleep. My back hurt from sleeping and sitting in a ball but I was happy for the first time in months. I was free and on my way to a new life.
After a few hours my happiness died down and boredom set in. I got up and looked out of the car. To my surprise we were almost there. I could see tall buildings in the distance and there was a different scent in the air. I took i everything with all of my senses, the new scents, sounds and colors. New York, I was finally here.
Just so everyone knows her scream turns into/is the train wistle I know that was confusing
Next Chapter: Beauty arrives in N.Y. and the true adventure begins
Again sorry it was short.
I apologize if the switch from 3rd to 1st person in confusing but 1st is much easier to write in. Should I write in accents for dialogue?
Oh well R&R Please!
-Lexi