Second Chances Are Overrated
By: Courtney a.k.a. The Jack Loving Misfit
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Newsies characters. Disney does and I am only a humble writer. I do, however, own Genesis and Jet Glory, their dad and friends Jesse, Jordan and Teal.
A/N: This is set about half a year after the strike/ the movie.
Rating: PG-13 (mostly for language)
Summary: Two siblings, Jet and Genesis Glory move to New York and have different reactions to the city. Jet loves it and becomes friends with the Manhattan Newsies where as Genesis hates it and makes fast enemies with Spot. When the siblings father threatens to turn the Newsies world upside down, Genesis and Jet alike have to come to the rescue.
Category: Drama
Prologue - Detroit, Michigan: 1899
Genesis Glory looked back at the city she had lived in for all sixteen years of her life. And she sighed. Beside her, Jet Glory, her older brother by two years, was bouncing on his heels impatiently. The train behind them was spewing out smoke and rattling the wooden platform both teenagers were standing on. She missed the town already.
She missed hearing her best friend Jesse bitch at her for things that happened the day before, and missed Teal's soft sighs as she tried to calm her boyfriend down. She missed the days of hardships and the nights filled with poker and vodka. She missed the busy factories and the screaming whistles that sounded the end of a work day for the tired workers. She missed everything and she wasn't even out of the city limits yet. And yet she felt a million worlds away.
Jesse, Teal and Jordan had come the night before to say goodbye, although none of the four were any good at that sort of thing. They normally tried to stay indifferent, but now that had to be involved. Teal tried to sympathize with Genesis, telling her how much they would miss her but also throwing in that she could visit anytime. Jordan had hugged her fiercely saying he loved her and wished her well, he always was the one with the emotion. Jesse was totally different. The two had stood in front of each other, neither saying anything. They didn't need too. Jesse had finally nodded his head at her, like they did when they greeted each other, shook her hand and said to not forget her roots.
He had fled after that. And Genesis knew why. If he had stayed any longer he would've cried, and crying was a weakness Jesse didn't allow himself to have. She was okay with that though, she never cried either. Probably because she never had time too. Detroit had kept her on her toes, that was for sure.
But now all that was gone.
She was leaving for Manhattan where Jet and hers father had gotten them a huge mansion like home. Manhattan was a long ways away from Detroit, and she didn't like having all that distance between her and her beloved city. But she dealt because that was what people like her did. The dealt with what was thrown at them. They adapted. And besides that Jet was anxious to get out of Detroit. She almost wished she was as excited as him, it would make these last couple minutes much easier on her soul.
"Genesis, Jet, the train is getting ready to leave," Her father called to them. Jet smiled his normally infectious smile and hopped aboard. Genesis let her chocolate brown eyes gaze one last time at the city that had made her what she was. HER city. And she missed it already.
"Genesis, come here!" Her father yelled angrily. Finally she tore her eyes from the busy streets and followed her father onto the train, plopping down beside her brother, casting her forlorn gaze out of the smoke filled window.
Memories seeped from her mind to her eyes and she was forced to clamp them shut before she could will them away. When she reopened them she thought for sure she saw Jesse standing on the platform, staring straight at her. She wasn't sure if it was real or not. She guessed it wasn't because his eyes were rimmed in red. And glistening. So she tried to ignore the imaginational image of her friend.
So she looked out on the dusty city. And she sighed. While beside her, Jet was tapping his leg impatiently. The train jerked awake and slowly moved, spewing out smoke and rattling the old wooden platform as it passed by it. And she saw the image of Jesse waving and she knew it had to be her imagination.
Because he was crying.
And West Siders never cried.
By: Courtney a.k.a. The Jack Loving Misfit
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Newsies characters. Disney does and I am only a humble writer. I do, however, own Genesis and Jet Glory, their dad and friends Jesse, Jordan and Teal.
A/N: This is set about half a year after the strike/ the movie.
Rating: PG-13 (mostly for language)
Summary: Two siblings, Jet and Genesis Glory move to New York and have different reactions to the city. Jet loves it and becomes friends with the Manhattan Newsies where as Genesis hates it and makes fast enemies with Spot. When the siblings father threatens to turn the Newsies world upside down, Genesis and Jet alike have to come to the rescue.
Category: Drama
Prologue - Detroit, Michigan: 1899
Genesis Glory looked back at the city she had lived in for all sixteen years of her life. And she sighed. Beside her, Jet Glory, her older brother by two years, was bouncing on his heels impatiently. The train behind them was spewing out smoke and rattling the wooden platform both teenagers were standing on. She missed the town already.
She missed hearing her best friend Jesse bitch at her for things that happened the day before, and missed Teal's soft sighs as she tried to calm her boyfriend down. She missed the days of hardships and the nights filled with poker and vodka. She missed the busy factories and the screaming whistles that sounded the end of a work day for the tired workers. She missed everything and she wasn't even out of the city limits yet. And yet she felt a million worlds away.
Jesse, Teal and Jordan had come the night before to say goodbye, although none of the four were any good at that sort of thing. They normally tried to stay indifferent, but now that had to be involved. Teal tried to sympathize with Genesis, telling her how much they would miss her but also throwing in that she could visit anytime. Jordan had hugged her fiercely saying he loved her and wished her well, he always was the one with the emotion. Jesse was totally different. The two had stood in front of each other, neither saying anything. They didn't need too. Jesse had finally nodded his head at her, like they did when they greeted each other, shook her hand and said to not forget her roots.
He had fled after that. And Genesis knew why. If he had stayed any longer he would've cried, and crying was a weakness Jesse didn't allow himself to have. She was okay with that though, she never cried either. Probably because she never had time too. Detroit had kept her on her toes, that was for sure.
But now all that was gone.
She was leaving for Manhattan where Jet and hers father had gotten them a huge mansion like home. Manhattan was a long ways away from Detroit, and she didn't like having all that distance between her and her beloved city. But she dealt because that was what people like her did. The dealt with what was thrown at them. They adapted. And besides that Jet was anxious to get out of Detroit. She almost wished she was as excited as him, it would make these last couple minutes much easier on her soul.
"Genesis, Jet, the train is getting ready to leave," Her father called to them. Jet smiled his normally infectious smile and hopped aboard. Genesis let her chocolate brown eyes gaze one last time at the city that had made her what she was. HER city. And she missed it already.
"Genesis, come here!" Her father yelled angrily. Finally she tore her eyes from the busy streets and followed her father onto the train, plopping down beside her brother, casting her forlorn gaze out of the smoke filled window.
Memories seeped from her mind to her eyes and she was forced to clamp them shut before she could will them away. When she reopened them she thought for sure she saw Jesse standing on the platform, staring straight at her. She wasn't sure if it was real or not. She guessed it wasn't because his eyes were rimmed in red. And glistening. So she tried to ignore the imaginational image of her friend.
So she looked out on the dusty city. And she sighed. While beside her, Jet was tapping his leg impatiently. The train jerked awake and slowly moved, spewing out smoke and rattling the old wooden platform as it passed by it. And she saw the image of Jesse waving and she knew it had to be her imagination.
Because he was crying.
And West Siders never cried.
