Disclaimer: All characters from Newsies belong to Disney. Any new character you see is mine. Sara is made up from my mind, it's all fictional, but I think you all know that by now.

I had just moved from Texas to New York. Everything was so different from back home. I had lived out in the country on a little farm and had wanted a change. Needless to say, my parents weren't to thrilled with the idea of their only daughter moving so far away. I was only 16 years old, but very independent. As for my appearance, I was 5'6, blue eyes, and light blonde hair. I wasn't extremely thin, but I wasn't on the heavy side either. I guess you could say I was average. With one glance, you might think I couldn't defend myself, by I could hold my on.

I had been living in this great, big, city for almost a week now and hadn't really made any friends. I had been to busy trying to find a job and a decent, cheap place to live, which I hadn't had much luck yet. Hopefully that would change soon, since I was running low on money.
I was walking down the streets, still on the look out for a place to live, when someone pushed me from behind. I landed hard on the sidewalk and felt a little dizzy. I could hear someone's voice asking if I was ok, but it sounded so far away.....

Later that evening, I have no idea how much later, I woke up in a strange place. I was in someone's apartment, but whose? How did I get there? I started to panic. "Hello, is anyone here?" My voice quavered.

"Ahh, she's awake. You took a nasty bump on your head dere. Are you feeling well enough to sit up and have a bowl of soup?" The stranger asked gently.
I nodded, not able to find my voice. "Can I have some water?" I whispered.
He helped me sit up and handed me the water. I gulped it down. "Thanks."
"Your welcome," he replied looking at me.
"What happened?" I asked, wondering how I had gotten there. I felt of the bump on my head and winced.

"This kid had tried to start a fight with me, and I didn't wan't any part of it, so I turned to walk away, and that's when he pushed me, and you just happened to be there, and got knocked down." He explained.
"Do you wan't something to eat?"

"Yes, I'm starved." I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. He came back with the soup. "Here you go."

"What time is it?"

"It's half past 4:00." He replied.
I had been out for a couple of hours then.

We made small talk while I finished the soup. "Well if you need a place ta stay, your more than welcome to stay here. I live here with my brother and uncle, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind having ya stay here." He smiled.
I shook my head. "No, I couldn't. I've been too much of a bother already."

"You haven't been a bother at all. I wish you would stay, it'd be nice having a girl around here instead of being around my uncle and brother all the time." He looked at me intently waiting for my answer.
"As far as a job goes, you could do whatever chores need doing, that we hadn't got to, and maybe cook a meal for us every now and then, and of course we would pay ya."

I sat there thinking for a minute, wondering if I should take him up on his offer. "Yes, I'd love to stay here," I finally answered.

He grinned. "That'd be great. I know you'll get along with them. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Oscar Delancy, and you are?"
"Sara Davis." He kissed my hand. "Well, it's a pleasure ta meet ya, miss Davis." I heard some noise in the living room.

"That's probably them right now. I'll tell them of our plans and then they can meet ya. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." He left, shutting the door on the way out.

I sighed. I hope I'm doing the right thing. I barely know this boy, but he does seem nice, and it least now, I have a job, AND, a place to stay.

I was interrupted by my thoughts, when they came into the room. I smiled nervously at them, waiting for Oscar to introduce me.
"This is Sara Davis, Sara, this is my uncle Wiseal(I don't know if it's spelled correctly, but I don't feel like looking it up) and this is my brother Morris.
"It's nice to meet you, Sara." Mr. Wiseal said, shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Wiseal."
"Oh please, just call me Wiseal." He smiled.
"Hello there doll face," Morris kissed my hand.
I blushed and looked down. He smirked.

"We were going to go out for dinner; do you feel up to coming?" Morris asked.

"That sounds fine." I replied.

"Great, then let's go," Oscar offered me his arm.
We walked down the street to this diner called Tibby's. There weren't many people there yet, so we took a booth in the back. We ordered our food and waited for it to get ready. While we were waiting, a group of boys came in, and sat down in various booths.

"Should of known they'd be here," Morris mumbled glaring over at them.

"Well, you know they always come here Morris," Oscar told his brother.

One of the boys from the other tables caught my eye and stared at me. He nudged the boy next to him and whispered something to him. They both stared at me for a few minutes and smirked then went back to their conversations.

That was weird, I thought. I'd have to ask Oscar later if he knows them. Our food finally came and we ate in silence. Each in their own thoughts. After we finished our meal, we got up and headed towards the exit. I glanced at the two boys out of the corner of my eye, and saw them staring at me. I didn't dare look up, even though I could feel their eyes on the back of my head.

We made it back to the apartment. Morris and Wiseal said goodnight and left Oscar and me alone. "I wan't to thank you for letting me stay here, it was really nice of you."

He smiled; "it was nothing, glad ta to help." "Well, goodnight then," I said going to the couch to lay down. He gently grabbed my arm.
"No ya don't. "You can have my room, and I'll take the couch." I started to protest but he put his finger on my lips to silence me. "Goodnight," he whispered softly.

The next day I woke to find the apartment empty. I wen't into the kitchen to grab something to eat and found a note. It had said they had already gone to work and if I wouldn't mind doing some of the laundry.

I hung the last of the clothes out to dry. "Well, that takes care of that. I think I'll go for a walk.

I had walked for a couple of blocks when I felt someone behind me. It was the boy who had first noticed me at Tibbys yesterday.

"What do you wan't?" I asked cautiously.

He smirked. "Do youse want ta buy a pape, only a penny." "Sorry, but I need to save my money and not spend it on worthless items," I answered smartly.

He gave me a cold look. "Your one of dose hoity toity goils, ain't ya," his eyes wen't straight through me. "To good for us street rats, even dough youse is living with tree of the biggest rats in dis city."

I gave him a deadly glare, "don't you ever talk that way about them. They're nice people, it least they gave me a job and a place to live," I stated, my voice rising a bit.

"What do you do for a living? Are you a whore?" He asked with a smug look on his face. "No, I am not a whore," I replied ready to kill him.

I turned away from him and walked quickly down the street back to the apartments. Tears falling down my face. How could someone be so cruel and say such hateful things, especially when they don't even know me.

Oscar saw me, and came running up to me. "What's wrong Sara, did someone hurt you?" He asked about ready to kill someone if they had. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine," I replied trying to calm him.

"Come on, I'll walk you back to the apartment," he started but quickly started walking the way I had came.

"Oscar, where are you going?" I started following.
He had seen the boy who insulted me, and was confronting him.

"Don't youse ever talk that way about Sara, you hear me street rat, or I'll soak ya," Oscar yelled in his face.

The boy didn't seemed phased in the least and just stood there waiting for Oscar to get through.

"Oscar please," I gently took his hand. "Let's just go." He looked at me, and then back at the boy. "Youse better watch your back, and if you ever do anything to her, I'll kill ya," and with that, Oscar grabbed my hand and quickly walked back to the apartment.

I looked back to see the boy giving me the same cold look as before, then he turned and walked off selling the rest of his papes.

We made it back to the apartment. Oscar still fuming over what had happened.

"Who was he, Oscar, how do ya know him?" I wanted some answers. He took my hand and led me to the couch. "That was Jack Kelly, he's da leader of the Manhattan Newsies, and I know him, cause I work at the distribution center and see him and the rest of the newsies every day at work. He's always hated Morris and me."

"Well, you wan't to know what I think?" He looked at me waiting for my answer. "I think your better off with out them. It's obvious that they'll always hold some grudge with you, and if there such babies where they can't forget the past and move on, then your much better off without having to stoop to there level."

He gave me a big smile. "I knew you'd understand," he took my face in his hands and slowly moved forward. Before I knew what was happening, we were kissing. It was one of the sweetest kisses I had ever experienced. I sat there with my mouth slightly open, still in shock from the kiss.
He looked at me lovingly and kissed me once again, much more deeply than the first kiss. We pulled away, and he held me.

More to come.