A/N: Wow, three chapters in two days!! You guys are lucky!! Heehee.
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Disney does. I'm not making any money off of this, nor do I have any money to begin with, so please don't sue me.
**3 months later**
"Ouch." Race ran into one of the bunk beds. He stumbled into the washroom and splashed his face with water. He hated getting up this early, but it was the only way he could see Veronica before he got his papers. He didn't get to see her very much since school had started, so they did everything possible to spend time together.
"Hey Race." Kloppman greeted him as he stumbled down the steps. "Off tah see yer goil?"
"Course I am. Why else would I be up at dis ungodly hour?" Race replied as he stepped out into the street.
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Bean slumped down on a bench in Central Park. She had thirty-four papers left and not an ounce of energy to sell them. She was exhausted.
"Excuse me, have you seen my Anna?"
Bean turned around. A tall man with a gray hat and coat was looking at her. He held out a photograph of a young girl, about three years old. She looked very familiar to Bean, but she couldn't figure out why.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I haven't seen her."
The man looked into Bean's big green eyes. He knew. IThis/I was his Anna. He quickly shook the thought out of his head. He couldn't just walk up to a girl and tell her she was his long lost daughter.
"Actually, this is an old picture. She would be seventeen now, around your age."
Bean looked at the picture again. She looked past the wispy light colored hair and into the girl's eyes. They were colorless, of course, but when Bean looked at them, a chill shot up her spine. There was something about this girl, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, and it was scaring her.
The man noticed the stack of newspapers. "Are you a newsie?"
"Yessir." He handed her a penny. "I'll take one." He took the paper and sat down next to her on the bench. "So, what's your name?" he asked, hoping to find out more about the girl who might be his daughter.
"Samantha, but me friends call me Bean. What's yers?"
"Thomas Willer. It's a pleasure to meet you." He offered his hand and Bean shook it.
"Mr. Willer, why are you looking for your daughter?"
"Call me Tom. And I'd prefer not to get into it, but I haven't seen her since she was three years old, shortly after this photograph was taken.
"Wow, ya must miss 'er"
"I truly do." He changed the subject. "So, do you have many friends?"
"Yeah, let's see, dere's Jack, he's like me brudder, an' Race, an' Kid Blink, an' Mush, an' Davey, an' his lil brudder Les, an' Boots an' Snipes, an' Veronica, an'. Wow, dere's so many, I don't tink ya want me tah keep goin. Oh, an' dere's my boyfriend, Skittery."
"Oh, how long have you two been dating?"
"Near four months."
"Well, isn't that nice." He looked at his pocket watch. "Oh dear, I'm late for work, I'd better leave." He stood up and walked off.
"Well, that was interesting." Bean mumbled to herself. Suddenly renewed with energy, she got up to continue selling the rest of her papers.
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"No! Don't take him! We can't survive without him!" The woman screamed at the three men drug her husband out of their apartment. She collapsed onto the sofa. Her little daughter scrambled up next to her.
"Where's daddy going?" she asked innocently.
"Your daddy is going to be gone for a long time, Anna." she said calmly as she kissed the top of her daughter's blonde pigtailed head.
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Disney does. I'm not making any money off of this, nor do I have any money to begin with, so please don't sue me.
**3 months later**
"Ouch." Race ran into one of the bunk beds. He stumbled into the washroom and splashed his face with water. He hated getting up this early, but it was the only way he could see Veronica before he got his papers. He didn't get to see her very much since school had started, so they did everything possible to spend time together.
"Hey Race." Kloppman greeted him as he stumbled down the steps. "Off tah see yer goil?"
"Course I am. Why else would I be up at dis ungodly hour?" Race replied as he stepped out into the street.
-----
Bean slumped down on a bench in Central Park. She had thirty-four papers left and not an ounce of energy to sell them. She was exhausted.
"Excuse me, have you seen my Anna?"
Bean turned around. A tall man with a gray hat and coat was looking at her. He held out a photograph of a young girl, about three years old. She looked very familiar to Bean, but she couldn't figure out why.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I haven't seen her."
The man looked into Bean's big green eyes. He knew. IThis/I was his Anna. He quickly shook the thought out of his head. He couldn't just walk up to a girl and tell her she was his long lost daughter.
"Actually, this is an old picture. She would be seventeen now, around your age."
Bean looked at the picture again. She looked past the wispy light colored hair and into the girl's eyes. They were colorless, of course, but when Bean looked at them, a chill shot up her spine. There was something about this girl, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, and it was scaring her.
The man noticed the stack of newspapers. "Are you a newsie?"
"Yessir." He handed her a penny. "I'll take one." He took the paper and sat down next to her on the bench. "So, what's your name?" he asked, hoping to find out more about the girl who might be his daughter.
"Samantha, but me friends call me Bean. What's yers?"
"Thomas Willer. It's a pleasure to meet you." He offered his hand and Bean shook it.
"Mr. Willer, why are you looking for your daughter?"
"Call me Tom. And I'd prefer not to get into it, but I haven't seen her since she was three years old, shortly after this photograph was taken.
"Wow, ya must miss 'er"
"I truly do." He changed the subject. "So, do you have many friends?"
"Yeah, let's see, dere's Jack, he's like me brudder, an' Race, an' Kid Blink, an' Mush, an' Davey, an' his lil brudder Les, an' Boots an' Snipes, an' Veronica, an'. Wow, dere's so many, I don't tink ya want me tah keep goin. Oh, an' dere's my boyfriend, Skittery."
"Oh, how long have you two been dating?"
"Near four months."
"Well, isn't that nice." He looked at his pocket watch. "Oh dear, I'm late for work, I'd better leave." He stood up and walked off.
"Well, that was interesting." Bean mumbled to herself. Suddenly renewed with energy, she got up to continue selling the rest of her papers.
----
"No! Don't take him! We can't survive without him!" The woman screamed at the three men drug her husband out of their apartment. She collapsed onto the sofa. Her little daughter scrambled up next to her.
"Where's daddy going?" she asked innocently.
"Your daddy is going to be gone for a long time, Anna." she said calmly as she kissed the top of her daughter's blonde pigtailed head.
