If I claimed that I was a writer from Disney and I did, indeed own the newsies, would you believe me? *sigh* Didn't think so….
Note: William McKinley was president from 1897 to 1901
I tried to kill William McKinley.
My name is Michael O'Donan. I come from Auburn, Nebraska. I'm what they call a "dark Irish"- black/brown hair, dark eyes, pale skin. And only 5'3" at the age of 25. I keep to myself mostly; I'm a quiet man, and was a quieter child. At home, I would often retreat to my own little world of thoughts and dreams. It was that world that eventually killed my family. But I don't think of that anymore. I never did too well in school, though- not to brag- I've got an unusually quick mind. That was what landed me here. And what kept me from landing anywhere worse. I despise smoking, cheating, and bullies. And I play a killer game of poker.
No one in the state of New York has heard of Michael O'Donan, except for maybe a few police and the mayor. That was their biggest mistake. Keeping it quiet. If you asked anyone here who I was, most of them would give you some kind of lecture about too much interest in the lower class. The newsies would tell you that I am an Italian by the name of Anthony Higgins, better known as Racetrack, a boy who's mother was killed in a factory accident, who's sister Bianca disappeared, and who's father died from sickness when he was young. They'd say that I am a native of New York, with a quick sarcastic tongue and an interest in any business that isn't mine. They'd assure you that I'd never gone to school, and that I'd become a newsie two years ago, when I was 14. They would say that I am funny and immature, addicted to cigars and gambling. And that I play a killer game of poker.
Not to brag or anything, but I think I did a pretty good job of disappearing.