Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies. Disney owns them. However, I do own
any original character you see in the story.
Shout Outs: Rain: I don't want to send you to a mental institution. I hope you will bear with me as I get started. Also thanks for being my first reviewer. : p
Now I live with Dr. Thomas and Estella Brown. The same two people who saved my life ten and a half years ago. I love them both very much, but can't find it in me to call them mom or dad or use their last name.
I looked out the window and noticed the sun was beginning to rise so I got up. Today I started my job. Well, I really wouldn't call it a job. I was to get papers for Mr. Brown and Mr. Shuma's off ice lobby. In return I would get three cents from each.
Mr. And Mrs. Brown came into the kitchen to the smell of breakfast. "Someone got up early this morning." Mrs. Brown said.
"Good morning." I said placing a plate of food in front of each of them, then joined them with a plate of my own.
"Thank you Jennifer." Mr. Brown said taking a bite. I smiled crossed his face as he took bites more quickly.
"Dear you should slow down. Sometimes I wonder if you ever grew up, eating like a child and all." We all laughed.
"Jennifer this is delicious." Mr. Brown said when he was nearly done. He pulled on my long brown hair, which was braided. It came to somewhere around the middle of my back.
"Thomas, leave her alone." Laughed Mrs. Brown. "Jennifer, you are not going to wear that dress out today, are you?"
"Actually it is a shirt and skirt and yes I am." I said looking down at my pale pink skirt and pale blue shirt. Mrs. Brown had just gotten it for me.
"Can't you wear one of your older dresses?" She asked almost pleading with me.
"Why?" I asked knowing very well this would bug her all day. "This is just going to get worn or ripped like the others."
"She has a point dear." Dr. Brown put in. Mrs. Brown threw him a look and he looked at his empty plate.
"Please don't make me change." I begged. "Fine." Mrs. Brown gave in. "But please try to be careful." "Okay." "So Jennifer, why were you up so early this morning?" Mr. Brown asked, breaking the silence, which had settled over us. "I dunno." I said becoming fascinated with the food on my plate. "How many times do I have to tell you to speak properly? Every time I think you are out of that habit you take a step back." Mrs. Brown said angrily. "I'm sorry." I said placing the last bit of food on my plate in my mouth. "Apology excepted and next time take smaller bites. It is not proper for a lady to put that much food in her mouth." "Yes ma'am." I said picking up my plate and placing it in the sink. "Jennifer it was that dream about your brother again, wasn't it?" Mr. Brown asked. I stopped dead with my back towards them. "Jennifer you need to accept the fact he may not be coming back." "Yes, for all you know he could be in jail, left New York, or even dead." I turned to Mrs. Brown, my face turning red with anger. "I be sorry Mr. And Mrs. Brown, but me need to get the papes, so me need de five cents." Mr. Brown handed me the money and I stormed out of there.
"Good morning Jenny." Said Mr. Shuma opening the door for me. "Good morning." I said following up the stairs. Like my home, the office is downstairs and their home upstairs. "Oh good morning dear." Said Mrs. Shuma, when I entered. "Have a piece of fresh bread and jam." "No thank you, I already ate." "No you will eat, you are far to skinny." I took the bread from her and ate it happily. "Thank you." I said with my mouth full. I blushed when I realized how inpolite that was, but Mr. And Mrs. Shuma just laughed. Mrs. Shuma handed me a cup of tea and I drank it all in one sip. "Mrs. Shuma you are the best cook." "Well thank you dear." "Well, I best be off. How many papers do you need?" "Five." Said Mr. Shuma handing me a nickel. I turned to leave then turned back quickly. "Mrs. Shuma do you need anything picked up while I am out?" "No dear." She answered. "But thank you for the offer." I smiled and headed down the stairs. I sometimes though about what it would have been like if my brother had left me on their steps and not Dr. Browns. I hurried on the crowded streets because Dr. Shuma and Dr. Browns office opened in two hours. For now I need to find a newsboy.
Shout Outs: Rain: I don't want to send you to a mental institution. I hope you will bear with me as I get started. Also thanks for being my first reviewer. : p
Now I live with Dr. Thomas and Estella Brown. The same two people who saved my life ten and a half years ago. I love them both very much, but can't find it in me to call them mom or dad or use their last name.
I looked out the window and noticed the sun was beginning to rise so I got up. Today I started my job. Well, I really wouldn't call it a job. I was to get papers for Mr. Brown and Mr. Shuma's off ice lobby. In return I would get three cents from each.
Mr. And Mrs. Brown came into the kitchen to the smell of breakfast. "Someone got up early this morning." Mrs. Brown said.
"Good morning." I said placing a plate of food in front of each of them, then joined them with a plate of my own.
"Thank you Jennifer." Mr. Brown said taking a bite. I smiled crossed his face as he took bites more quickly.
"Dear you should slow down. Sometimes I wonder if you ever grew up, eating like a child and all." We all laughed.
"Jennifer this is delicious." Mr. Brown said when he was nearly done. He pulled on my long brown hair, which was braided. It came to somewhere around the middle of my back.
"Thomas, leave her alone." Laughed Mrs. Brown. "Jennifer, you are not going to wear that dress out today, are you?"
"Actually it is a shirt and skirt and yes I am." I said looking down at my pale pink skirt and pale blue shirt. Mrs. Brown had just gotten it for me.
"Can't you wear one of your older dresses?" She asked almost pleading with me.
"Why?" I asked knowing very well this would bug her all day. "This is just going to get worn or ripped like the others."
"She has a point dear." Dr. Brown put in. Mrs. Brown threw him a look and he looked at his empty plate.
"Please don't make me change." I begged. "Fine." Mrs. Brown gave in. "But please try to be careful." "Okay." "So Jennifer, why were you up so early this morning?" Mr. Brown asked, breaking the silence, which had settled over us. "I dunno." I said becoming fascinated with the food on my plate. "How many times do I have to tell you to speak properly? Every time I think you are out of that habit you take a step back." Mrs. Brown said angrily. "I'm sorry." I said placing the last bit of food on my plate in my mouth. "Apology excepted and next time take smaller bites. It is not proper for a lady to put that much food in her mouth." "Yes ma'am." I said picking up my plate and placing it in the sink. "Jennifer it was that dream about your brother again, wasn't it?" Mr. Brown asked. I stopped dead with my back towards them. "Jennifer you need to accept the fact he may not be coming back." "Yes, for all you know he could be in jail, left New York, or even dead." I turned to Mrs. Brown, my face turning red with anger. "I be sorry Mr. And Mrs. Brown, but me need to get the papes, so me need de five cents." Mr. Brown handed me the money and I stormed out of there.
"Good morning Jenny." Said Mr. Shuma opening the door for me. "Good morning." I said following up the stairs. Like my home, the office is downstairs and their home upstairs. "Oh good morning dear." Said Mrs. Shuma, when I entered. "Have a piece of fresh bread and jam." "No thank you, I already ate." "No you will eat, you are far to skinny." I took the bread from her and ate it happily. "Thank you." I said with my mouth full. I blushed when I realized how inpolite that was, but Mr. And Mrs. Shuma just laughed. Mrs. Shuma handed me a cup of tea and I drank it all in one sip. "Mrs. Shuma you are the best cook." "Well thank you dear." "Well, I best be off. How many papers do you need?" "Five." Said Mr. Shuma handing me a nickel. I turned to leave then turned back quickly. "Mrs. Shuma do you need anything picked up while I am out?" "No dear." She answered. "But thank you for the offer." I smiled and headed down the stairs. I sometimes though about what it would have been like if my brother had left me on their steps and not Dr. Browns. I hurried on the crowded streets because Dr. Shuma and Dr. Browns office opened in two hours. For now I need to find a newsboy.
