_Angels In Disguise_
DISCLAIMER-I don't own newsies :( but I still have an evil plan, we shall kidnap them all! Mwahahahaha!
Chapter 1- It never will
August 17, 1900
I've never seen a Beautiful sunset. I've never smelled a flower. I've never had a gaurdian angel. And I never will.
I've been locked up in some stupid Refuge.I have nothing left except you, diary. It's all the same. Nothing has changed.
It never will. -Becca
I closed my diary and threw it down on my small bedside table. I stared around at the other unfortunate souls that have fallen to the same fate as me. To be a street rat all my life.
And this place was supposed to help us "reform" ourselves. More like take away the only life we ever had.
"Rebecca, de nuns is heah fer our sunday night meetin" Lily said. She was a small girl, skinny, pale, and sickly like the rest of us.
"Good fer dem" I replied, harshly. She looked down at her shoes. 'W, well is ya comin er not?"
I shook my head. Slowly she backed out of the room, followed by our other cellmates.
I smiled weakly. like i'd really like to go and do stuff with a bunch of old nuns. actually, I do want to know what they do in there. As far as I know they just talk about some guy named Jesus, whoever that is.
I sighed and headed twoards the tiny window. I put my hands around the bars and looked out over the city.
New York, I hate you.
DISCLAIMER-I don't own newsies :( but I still have an evil plan, we shall kidnap them all! Mwahahahaha!
Chapter 1- It never will
August 17, 1900
I've never seen a Beautiful sunset. I've never smelled a flower. I've never had a gaurdian angel. And I never will.
I've been locked up in some stupid Refuge.I have nothing left except you, diary. It's all the same. Nothing has changed.
It never will. -Becca
I closed my diary and threw it down on my small bedside table. I stared around at the other unfortunate souls that have fallen to the same fate as me. To be a street rat all my life.
And this place was supposed to help us "reform" ourselves. More like take away the only life we ever had.
"Rebecca, de nuns is heah fer our sunday night meetin" Lily said. She was a small girl, skinny, pale, and sickly like the rest of us.
"Good fer dem" I replied, harshly. She looked down at her shoes. 'W, well is ya comin er not?"
I shook my head. Slowly she backed out of the room, followed by our other cellmates.
I smiled weakly. like i'd really like to go and do stuff with a bunch of old nuns. actually, I do want to know what they do in there. As far as I know they just talk about some guy named Jesus, whoever that is.
I sighed and headed twoards the tiny window. I put my hands around the bars and looked out over the city.
New York, I hate you.