Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' Disney owns Newsies and erm.... I guess I own random people or people you don't recognize.

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He raked his right hand through his tidy dark brown and blonde hair, his normal cheerful smile far gone and a frown in its place. A deep look of concentration radiated from his eyes. The sun was slowly setting and he was about a twenty-minute walk from the lodge, but he didn't stand from where he was sitting on a bench. He saw children pass holding their parents hands or running around them smiling. It brought a smile to his face too, he didn't know why; he wasn't in the mood to smile but just seeing them made him smile. He had too many split personalities. He wished his life was like theirs, not having to care about eating very night, not having to be in control of almost forty or more rough Newsboys. He wanted to know what it was like to be innocent again, not jaded by the true world, protected by his mother's wing.

But he was never innocent to begin with.

His father was a drunk, this memory seemed to make the smile disappear and the fires off hell burned in his hazel eyes. And his mother... Well he didn't even want to think about her, barely knowing her for five years of his life before she had died, been murdered. But no one would believe the small boy who said his father had murdered his mother, the one small voice that everyone had shunned, when he spoke no one would listen and about everyone ignored him or just tried to make his life more hell, 'I'se guess dat all changed.' He thought grimly as he stood up, the full moon riding high in the sky and the stars shined as bright as ever, one star was about to tell his story.

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Its official! I have issues with starting stories about Newsboys.. Most likely I shall finish this one... its like a 85 percent chance that i will, i got a lot set out and whatnot so umm yeah... This is gonna be like some Newsboy saga... first Spot (which i never did finish... damn _) and now Jacky-boy... Gods who next?

~*~DemonBlood~*~