Hello fellow Newsie lovers! I've posted this to the NML, but for some reason not here.  Just thought I'd share it with ya…Please Read! 

Disclaimer: I own Danielle.  Other people own everything else. Oh wait! I own Holiday too. *nods* Almost forgot that one.

~*~*Danielle*~*~

I stared at the boy sitting on the ground across from me in the middle of the street.  He had run into me, knocking us both off our feet.  I have to admit though, if I had to be knocked to the ground I was happy it was by this boy.  He was handsome.

"I…um…I'm sawry Miss." The black haired boy said as he stood up.

I laughed at that.  Not many people called me 'Miss'.  You see, I was a child of the streets.  A street rat if you prefer.  Such formalities were never used. 

"Don' worry about it Mistah." I couldn't resist mocking him.

He blushed and offered a hand to help me up.  Not being one to turn down a kind offer, I accepted with a grin.

"So, where you goin' in such a hurry?" I asked curiously, bending over to pick up my satchel.

He frowned slightly. "Why?"

"Just curious is all." I shrugged, turning to walk away.  "See ya 'round handsome."

Turning the corner allowed me one last look at his surprised face.  I smiled and continued on my quest to nowhere. 

I had been in New York for nearly two weeks and I had yet to find a good place to live.  I had tried a boarding house for girls, but I didn't like that.  Okay, okay, I got thrown out.  Literally.  To make a long story short, I started a fight and got thrown out on my butt.

And that's why I found myself searching for a nice warm….Newsboys Lodging House?  I had unconsciously stopped in front of a rather bleak building with that sign just shouting out at me.

NEWSBOYS LODGING HOUSE!

I smiled and ducked into an alley on the side of the building.  I can be a newsboy if that's what it takes.  I pulled my small dagger out of my shoe and proceeded to cut my long, light brown hair.  I never really liked it anyway; too much trouble keeping it out of my face.  My blue skirt was replaced by black pants and suspenders from my satchel.  I pulled out a black cap and stuffed my skirt inside the bag.  I had worn these clothes when I first came to New York and I stole the skirt off a clothes line shortly after arriving.

"Alright.  I just hafta remember dat I'm supposed to be a boy."  I said to myself.  This meant no flirting with the boys. "This is gonna be hard."

I started walking back out of the alley, but I tripped over my feet and landed in a pile of garbage near the wall.

"Well ain't dis nice." I muttered miserably.  Have I mentioned that I can be annoyingly clumsy at times?  Apparently this was one of them.

I had to stick my hands into the garbage in order to get back to my feet, and when I pulled my hand out, I was clutching a pair of gold rimmed glasses.  Well it was made to look like gold.  The gold stuff on the outside was chipping off, and I could see that it was really just some ugly metal.  I shrugged and settled the glasses on my nose, deciding that they would be a nice addition to my disguise.

When I finally made it out of the alley, I took a deep breath.  "Dis bettah woik."

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So? What didja think? Please Review! I'll love ya forever! Hopefully I'll get the next part up soon. I have it…just have to load it.  Maybe if you review….hehe.

Alohas,

~*Holiday*~