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*~
