Disclaimer- Honestly, not sure what I own. Better say it's all Disney's, just to be safe… Quote under the title is William Mastosimone's… It's from the play Bang Bang, You're Dead.
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Remember Yesterday
"Make your face a mask…
A mask that hides your face…
A face that hides the pain…
A pain that eats your heart…
A heart that no one knows."
There's a whole world out there; and it's all centered around one place, New York City. Those who don't live here see the city as large and intimidating, full of everyone from the wealthiest and most powerful to the lowest of the low, living on street corners and surviving on the leftover scraps the big shots throw at us.
Them. I mean them.
Okay, so it's true, once you cross the Hudson Bay, anything can happen; anyone can happen.
People judge this city all the time; place every single person into a stereotype, as if they know who every fucking person in this city is.
Well they don't. I live here and they have no fucking idea who I am.
Hell, I don't know who I am.
I mean, yeah, I know who I am, I'm Kent Sullivan, dirt poor, living in the lowest of the slums of New York- a dirty old tenement building on the East Side with one bathroom for twelve families and a fire every other week. It's an apartment, fuck, it's a room, hardly wider than I am, that my old man can't even afford now since his union went on strike. The boss hired scabs, now he's completely out of a job. It's only a matter of time before we're evicted, once and for all.
I want to get a job. I need to help support Pa and Marcus. If Pa's not working, we're not bringing in any money whatsoever. Not since Mama died last year of Tuberculosis, and Pa makes me and Marcus go to school, says we need an education if we ever want a better life than this. But even if he didn't force school on us, I'd never let Marcus work in a factory, he's only six; much too dangerous. But me, I'm fourteen, strong, and capable. I could bring in a shitload of money if I got the chance.
But this story isn't about me. Well, it is, but not really. It isn't about my family either, although they are in it a bit. It's not even about the jackasses who think they know me, nope. It's about a girl. A girl who I admired from afar for ages before I finally found the guts to meet her; a girl with long blond hair and brown eyes, always shining with happiness and excitement; a girl who I will never see again, but I will never forget.
Her name was Kelly Anderson.
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Gee, let's guess who Kelly Anderson and Kent Sullivan are!
This idea has been floating around for a while now, and I finally figured out how to write it.
Review and you'll get another chapter soon! *wink wink*