"Just To Love"
By: Laney Sanchez
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Note: I do not own any of the newsies characters except for Reina. I really dunno WHY I'm taking on one more story, but I love Newsies and especially Spot [Who doesn't? ^_~]. Also incase you were wondering, it isn't a typo that Reina doesn't speak like Spot. She wasn't originally from New York. So therefore she doesn't have an accent. Hope that cleared it up a bit.
Enjoy.
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Chapter Three ~ Picking Up The Pieces
Reina stumbled along the street. Everything seemed to be in a hazy mist. She pushed past people rudely on the street. Her mind had long forgotten the boy named Spot Conlon.
Now thoughts of the past clouded her.
"Mommy..."
Reina gasped and before she knew it her legs had taken her home. She had no idea how...or why. But she stood at the doorway once again. She pushed the door aside with a load groaning creek. She stepped in but this time did not lay down.
Instead she walked to the middle of the room...and simply remembered.
Her father...how he had once had a job...decent pay. Then he was fired because the payroll had gotten too big. They had called it "cutbacks" and they simply had to let go. Her father had been one of the unfortunate few.
After that...her father had fallen into a state of heartbreak. He began wasting their money on booze and spending late nights at the pubs. Sometimes she wouldn't see him for days at a time...
As the memories flooded back, Reina wasn't sure what hurt more. The memories or the mere fact that back then she knew her life was going down the drain. She had known it was slipping from her grasp.
And yet...she had denied it. She denied it when her mother began blaming everything for her husband's drinking and slacking. Everything but the truth. Everything but him. She denied the fact that she was losing her grip as her mother sold their precious items, every memory for pennies.
But when she had come home that day...and they were gone. The house empty...then she had stopped denying it.
Reina fell to her knees. Her mother...her father...
She didn't blame either of them. She blamed the world.
It was then that a fire was struck in her heart. Reina still refused to let the burning tears fall. Instead she swallowed back her pain...and her pride and pushed herself up. She would be damned if she was going to let the world screw her over as it had done to her parents. What's more, she would be damned if she ended up exactly like them.
So she did the one thing she could do...
By: Laney Sanchez
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Note: I do not own any of the newsies characters except for Reina. I really dunno WHY I'm taking on one more story, but I love Newsies and especially Spot [Who doesn't? ^_~]. Also incase you were wondering, it isn't a typo that Reina doesn't speak like Spot. She wasn't originally from New York. So therefore she doesn't have an accent. Hope that cleared it up a bit.
Enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Three ~ Picking Up The Pieces
Reina stumbled along the street. Everything seemed to be in a hazy mist. She pushed past people rudely on the street. Her mind had long forgotten the boy named Spot Conlon.
Now thoughts of the past clouded her.
"Mommy..."
Reina gasped and before she knew it her legs had taken her home. She had no idea how...or why. But she stood at the doorway once again. She pushed the door aside with a load groaning creek. She stepped in but this time did not lay down.
Instead she walked to the middle of the room...and simply remembered.
Her father...how he had once had a job...decent pay. Then he was fired because the payroll had gotten too big. They had called it "cutbacks" and they simply had to let go. Her father had been one of the unfortunate few.
After that...her father had fallen into a state of heartbreak. He began wasting their money on booze and spending late nights at the pubs. Sometimes she wouldn't see him for days at a time...
As the memories flooded back, Reina wasn't sure what hurt more. The memories or the mere fact that back then she knew her life was going down the drain. She had known it was slipping from her grasp.
And yet...she had denied it. She denied it when her mother began blaming everything for her husband's drinking and slacking. Everything but the truth. Everything but him. She denied the fact that she was losing her grip as her mother sold their precious items, every memory for pennies.
But when she had come home that day...and they were gone. The house empty...then she had stopped denying it.
Reina fell to her knees. Her mother...her father...
She didn't blame either of them. She blamed the world.
It was then that a fire was struck in her heart. Reina still refused to let the burning tears fall. Instead she swallowed back her pain...and her pride and pushed herself up. She would be damned if she was going to let the world screw her over as it had done to her parents. What's more, she would be damned if she ended up exactly like them.
So she did the one thing she could do...