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owned the newsies would I be here, sitting in front of my computer dreaming
about how I wish the newsies were mine? Didn't think so. If I ever do, by
some bizarre miracle, actually own the newsies I'll be kind and share with
you if you are a loyal fan and review my lovely story. If you don't, well
you won't get any share of any of the newsies. This all depends on the
fact that some day I will own the newsies. And we all know that's not
going to happen. So please review this story and check out my other five
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THE REAL THING
CHAPTER 1
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June 22, 2003
Summer was Autumn's season. June was August's month. Either way it worked out. The twin sisters stood on their deck staring out into the woods that backed their house. Their eyes wandered past the deserted playhouse from when they were girls, surrounded by fallen trees, over the dried up creek some claimed was once called Cherry Run and water flowed freely, and on through the endless mass of tall trunks.
"It's beautiful" sighed August.
"Gorgeous" replied Autumn. The girls looked at each other and smiled. They couldn't have been more different. August had soft straight maple brown hair ending a little past her shoulders, emerald green eyes, and a body to die for. Autumn had thick wavy hair, like a fire (also ending a little past her shoulders), eyes like the sky, and what she lacked in body she made up for in her voice that was like a clean clear waterfall. August was like the sun and Autumn was like the wind.
It was hard to believe they were related, let alone twins. They looked as different as night and day and comparing their attitudes was like comparing fruits to vegetables. But they were the best of friends, all ways had been, and all ways would be. Being twins was just an added bonus to their closeness. They basically shared one mind, thought the same way and finished each other's sentences.
"Girl's!" called their mother from the kitchen. "Come inside and wash up for dinner!"
"Can we watch a movie while we eat?" asked Autumn sharing a wink with her twin.
"Sure. Just as long as its not that wretched movie, Newsies."
"But mom . . ." whined the girls as they made their way through the sliding glass door. Ever since they had first seen Newsies in the theatre, the girls were hooked. And because they had seen it at such a young age, the looks of the guys didn't really matter. Yet when the girls became interested in boys, the newsies were their first loves and they still loved them. They didn't go two days without watching the movie at least once.
"Didn't you watch it yesterday?" asked their mom as she set the serving bowl of pasta down on the table.
"No!" exclaimed August. "It's been two days!"
"Last time I let you eat dinner in front of that movie, you didn't even touch your food. You were too busy dancing and singing and doing who knows what else!" Autumn grinned while August giggled.
"Fine" compromised Autumn. "We'll eat first."
"Eat slowly" but her advice fell on deaf ears. Mrs. Donnelley sighed as she watched her daughters scarf down their penne and chug their milk. Autumn was the first to finish and she slammed her dishes down on the counter before she rushed over to the den. August was just a bit more dainty and slow, but only a bit. Autumn turned on the TV and immediately hit the menu button. Mrs. Donnelley dropped her fork when she heard her daughter scream.
"What?!?! What is it?"
"What is this?" screamed Autumn as she pointed at the TV screen, displaying the menu for Minority Report.
"There are other movies in this house besides Newsies" her mom said patiently. August quickly traded DVD's and the Newsies menu appeared. Autumn let out a sigh and plopped down on the sofa. August opted for the floor, even though they'd be up in about a minute so they could dance. Autumn selected play and hit enter. The familiar voice of Race came in through the surround sound speakers but was quickly drowned out by the girls also repeating the lines.
"In 1899, the streets of New Yawk City echoed with the voices of newsies."
**********
June 23, 1899
"Wheah ah we goin Kid?" Mush asked his friend as they wandered the streets of New York.
"An adventure Mush!" Kid Blink said as he clasped his hand on Mush's shoulder. "An adventure."
"Ya got us lost, didn't ya?"
"Er . . ."
"Blink!" Mush started punching him playfully in the stomach.
"Hey! Look on da bright side. Maybe we'll meet a goigeous goil."
"Is dat all you'se evah tink about Kid?" asked Mush as he stopped punching Blink.
"Yeah. Don't tell me you'se don't. What? Do you'se not like goils?" joked Blink.
"I like goils and you'se know it. I jus talk bout udah tings."
"Like how attractive I'se am!"
"Nah. Like how handsome I'se am."
"You'se ain't handsome."
"Yoah lookin?" the boys laughed before Mush suddenly stopped. Blink turned and looked skeptically at him.
"What?"
"I'se don want ta wandah inta any unwelcome territory, Blink."
"Ah, yoah not still scahed of da Bronx? Ah ya?"
"I'se not scahed. It's a grudge."
"If you'se weahn't so soft hahted you'se could take da Bronx any day."
"Who says I'se soft hahted?"
"No one Mush. But ya ah."
"I'se don want ta get inta it Kid" Mush looked at his feet, trying to forget the memories of his past.
"I undahstand" Blink nodded. It was an unwritten, unspoken law of the newsies. You didn't push into others pasts unless they brought it up and even then you let them say what they waned and you didn't try to pry anything else out of them.
"We'se definitely lost Kid" Mush said as he looked around. They were in a pretty desolate, un-welcoming area.
"I'd say we'se should toin around but I'se don't think I know da way back . . ."
"Damn it Kid!" Mush sat down on a crate nearby. "Some adventure."
"Why? Yoah not havin fun?" joked Blink as he sat down on a crate facing Mush.
"I haven't had dis much fun since Crutchy beat me ovah da heat wid his crutch."
"Dat was great" laughed Blink.
"Shut up!" Mush cocked his head to one side, staring off into the darkness at the end of the alley. "Hey. I wondah what's at da end of dis alley."
"So now yoah curious. I dunno. But theah's only one way ta find out" Blink hopped up, followed by Mush. The friends walked silently down the alley, the light slowly fading away.
"Hey Kid" said Mush timidly. "I tink we'se should toin back."
"Wait! I'se see sumthin! C'mon!" Blink made his way through the dark and a reluctant Mush trudged behind.
**********
June 23, 2003
"Twenty-one days" August announced. The girls were on their deck again, staring out into the woods.
"'Til what?" asked Autumn without thinking.
"Our birthday, stupid!" August slapped her sister lightly on the arm. "Until the DMV does the dumbest thing they'll ever do."
"I thought that was when they gave us our permits . . ."
"No, because we can't drive without an adult in the car. But when we get our licenses . . . look out world."
"I'll drive"
"You know, I'm not getting into another car with you. You almost killed me last time!"
"It was an accident."
"No, it wasn't. But it was almost a car accident. You know, I like being alive, thank you very much!"
"You sure? Cause I could fix that for you."
"Positive. Never been more sure."
"That's not grammatically correct."
"Yeah it is."
"No, it's surer."
"That sounds stupid" laughed August.
"You're stupid."
"Not as much as . . ."
"Shhh" Autumn interrupted her, holding up her hand. "Do you hear . . . voices?" August closed her mouth and listened.
"Yeah . . ."
"Wheah ah we?"
"I'se told you'se Mush. Dis is an adventure."
"Theah ahn't trees in New Yawk, Kid."
"Ah we dis lost?" August and Autumn stared at each other in disbelief.
"No way" said Autumn. "It's probably a late April fools joke. Two months late. Let's go check it out" Autumn ran down the deck stairs and August followed her.
"Maybe their new neighbors, who happen to like Newsies . . ." brainstormed August.
"Could be" mumbled Autumn as she headed in the direction of the voices. The voices were gradually getting louder as the girls drew closer.
"I don't like dis Kid."
"Shut up Mush! I heah sumthin."
"What is it?"
"I dunno. And wid you'se talkin so much, I'll nevah know. Shut up!" Blink turned around to face his friend, his one eye filled with annoyance. Autumn had also turned around while walking, so she was now walking backwards.
"Do you think there are more? A lost newsie convention?"
"A lost newsie convention?" laughed August looking down. Before August looked back up, she saw Autumn tumble to the ground. "Autumn . . .?"
"Yeah?" grumbled Autumn as she moved to see what she had bumped into. Her blue eyes locked with a green eye and an eye patch she knew oh too well. "Holy shit!"
THE REAL THING
CHAPTER 1
**********
June 22, 2003
Summer was Autumn's season. June was August's month. Either way it worked out. The twin sisters stood on their deck staring out into the woods that backed their house. Their eyes wandered past the deserted playhouse from when they were girls, surrounded by fallen trees, over the dried up creek some claimed was once called Cherry Run and water flowed freely, and on through the endless mass of tall trunks.
"It's beautiful" sighed August.
"Gorgeous" replied Autumn. The girls looked at each other and smiled. They couldn't have been more different. August had soft straight maple brown hair ending a little past her shoulders, emerald green eyes, and a body to die for. Autumn had thick wavy hair, like a fire (also ending a little past her shoulders), eyes like the sky, and what she lacked in body she made up for in her voice that was like a clean clear waterfall. August was like the sun and Autumn was like the wind.
It was hard to believe they were related, let alone twins. They looked as different as night and day and comparing their attitudes was like comparing fruits to vegetables. But they were the best of friends, all ways had been, and all ways would be. Being twins was just an added bonus to their closeness. They basically shared one mind, thought the same way and finished each other's sentences.
"Girl's!" called their mother from the kitchen. "Come inside and wash up for dinner!"
"Can we watch a movie while we eat?" asked Autumn sharing a wink with her twin.
"Sure. Just as long as its not that wretched movie, Newsies."
"But mom . . ." whined the girls as they made their way through the sliding glass door. Ever since they had first seen Newsies in the theatre, the girls were hooked. And because they had seen it at such a young age, the looks of the guys didn't really matter. Yet when the girls became interested in boys, the newsies were their first loves and they still loved them. They didn't go two days without watching the movie at least once.
"Didn't you watch it yesterday?" asked their mom as she set the serving bowl of pasta down on the table.
"No!" exclaimed August. "It's been two days!"
"Last time I let you eat dinner in front of that movie, you didn't even touch your food. You were too busy dancing and singing and doing who knows what else!" Autumn grinned while August giggled.
"Fine" compromised Autumn. "We'll eat first."
"Eat slowly" but her advice fell on deaf ears. Mrs. Donnelley sighed as she watched her daughters scarf down their penne and chug their milk. Autumn was the first to finish and she slammed her dishes down on the counter before she rushed over to the den. August was just a bit more dainty and slow, but only a bit. Autumn turned on the TV and immediately hit the menu button. Mrs. Donnelley dropped her fork when she heard her daughter scream.
"What?!?! What is it?"
"What is this?" screamed Autumn as she pointed at the TV screen, displaying the menu for Minority Report.
"There are other movies in this house besides Newsies" her mom said patiently. August quickly traded DVD's and the Newsies menu appeared. Autumn let out a sigh and plopped down on the sofa. August opted for the floor, even though they'd be up in about a minute so they could dance. Autumn selected play and hit enter. The familiar voice of Race came in through the surround sound speakers but was quickly drowned out by the girls also repeating the lines.
"In 1899, the streets of New Yawk City echoed with the voices of newsies."
**********
June 23, 1899
"Wheah ah we goin Kid?" Mush asked his friend as they wandered the streets of New York.
"An adventure Mush!" Kid Blink said as he clasped his hand on Mush's shoulder. "An adventure."
"Ya got us lost, didn't ya?"
"Er . . ."
"Blink!" Mush started punching him playfully in the stomach.
"Hey! Look on da bright side. Maybe we'll meet a goigeous goil."
"Is dat all you'se evah tink about Kid?" asked Mush as he stopped punching Blink.
"Yeah. Don't tell me you'se don't. What? Do you'se not like goils?" joked Blink.
"I like goils and you'se know it. I jus talk bout udah tings."
"Like how attractive I'se am!"
"Nah. Like how handsome I'se am."
"You'se ain't handsome."
"Yoah lookin?" the boys laughed before Mush suddenly stopped. Blink turned and looked skeptically at him.
"What?"
"I'se don want ta wandah inta any unwelcome territory, Blink."
"Ah, yoah not still scahed of da Bronx? Ah ya?"
"I'se not scahed. It's a grudge."
"If you'se weahn't so soft hahted you'se could take da Bronx any day."
"Who says I'se soft hahted?"
"No one Mush. But ya ah."
"I'se don want ta get inta it Kid" Mush looked at his feet, trying to forget the memories of his past.
"I undahstand" Blink nodded. It was an unwritten, unspoken law of the newsies. You didn't push into others pasts unless they brought it up and even then you let them say what they waned and you didn't try to pry anything else out of them.
"We'se definitely lost Kid" Mush said as he looked around. They were in a pretty desolate, un-welcoming area.
"I'd say we'se should toin around but I'se don't think I know da way back . . ."
"Damn it Kid!" Mush sat down on a crate nearby. "Some adventure."
"Why? Yoah not havin fun?" joked Blink as he sat down on a crate facing Mush.
"I haven't had dis much fun since Crutchy beat me ovah da heat wid his crutch."
"Dat was great" laughed Blink.
"Shut up!" Mush cocked his head to one side, staring off into the darkness at the end of the alley. "Hey. I wondah what's at da end of dis alley."
"So now yoah curious. I dunno. But theah's only one way ta find out" Blink hopped up, followed by Mush. The friends walked silently down the alley, the light slowly fading away.
"Hey Kid" said Mush timidly. "I tink we'se should toin back."
"Wait! I'se see sumthin! C'mon!" Blink made his way through the dark and a reluctant Mush trudged behind.
**********
June 23, 2003
"Twenty-one days" August announced. The girls were on their deck again, staring out into the woods.
"'Til what?" asked Autumn without thinking.
"Our birthday, stupid!" August slapped her sister lightly on the arm. "Until the DMV does the dumbest thing they'll ever do."
"I thought that was when they gave us our permits . . ."
"No, because we can't drive without an adult in the car. But when we get our licenses . . . look out world."
"I'll drive"
"You know, I'm not getting into another car with you. You almost killed me last time!"
"It was an accident."
"No, it wasn't. But it was almost a car accident. You know, I like being alive, thank you very much!"
"You sure? Cause I could fix that for you."
"Positive. Never been more sure."
"That's not grammatically correct."
"Yeah it is."
"No, it's surer."
"That sounds stupid" laughed August.
"You're stupid."
"Not as much as . . ."
"Shhh" Autumn interrupted her, holding up her hand. "Do you hear . . . voices?" August closed her mouth and listened.
"Yeah . . ."
"Wheah ah we?"
"I'se told you'se Mush. Dis is an adventure."
"Theah ahn't trees in New Yawk, Kid."
"Ah we dis lost?" August and Autumn stared at each other in disbelief.
"No way" said Autumn. "It's probably a late April fools joke. Two months late. Let's go check it out" Autumn ran down the deck stairs and August followed her.
"Maybe their new neighbors, who happen to like Newsies . . ." brainstormed August.
"Could be" mumbled Autumn as she headed in the direction of the voices. The voices were gradually getting louder as the girls drew closer.
"I don't like dis Kid."
"Shut up Mush! I heah sumthin."
"What is it?"
"I dunno. And wid you'se talkin so much, I'll nevah know. Shut up!" Blink turned around to face his friend, his one eye filled with annoyance. Autumn had also turned around while walking, so she was now walking backwards.
"Do you think there are more? A lost newsie convention?"
"A lost newsie convention?" laughed August looking down. Before August looked back up, she saw Autumn tumble to the ground. "Autumn . . .?"
"Yeah?" grumbled Autumn as she moved to see what she had bumped into. Her blue eyes locked with a green eye and an eye patch she knew oh too well. "Holy shit!"