Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies. I never have and I never will. I can
wish, but it's never going to happen. If I use any Newsie names you have
written in your stories, I apologize in advance. I'm trying to be creative,
but sometimes I think I am, and I really end up using a name from somebody
else's fic.
Author's Note: Please R&R. I love getting reviews. And the last time I posted a fic. I pulled it off because no one reviewed. If no one reviews, I think nobody's reading, so I'll pull this too, and just stop writing it. Also, if you would like to be in the fic. Just let me know. I need your Newsie name, your real name, which Newsie you like, your history, and any other info. you want to supply me with. Hope you enjoy! By the way, I'm horrible with the whole accent thing, so I'm not even going to try. Just imagine it's there.
A Dream Come True - A Newsie Fic.
Prologue
The young girl sat in her window looking up at the stars. She had turned the windowsill into her own space and all of the other kids knew not to go over there.
"God, if there is a God, if you ever are not too busy, would you get me out of here? It feels like I'm locked up - and I don't like that feeling." She said softly into the night. "I may be considered the leader here, but these kids don't need me. They'd get along without me. I want out." She whispered.
There wasn't really anything special about this particular girl. She could fight okay when it was required of her - But she wasn't some excellent fighter. She only fought when she had to, or when she needed something that somebody else had.
She also wasn't what you would call drop-dead gorgeous. Now, she was okay looking, she wasn't ugly or anything, but she wasn't a girl all the guys fell for either. However, she had one main attribute that made her stand out. And that was her kindness. She always was giving of herself. If someone needed something, she would do anything she could to get it for them. She would even sacrifice something she had, and go without, in order for someone else to have.
You may be wondering, "didn't you say she was a good fighter? Well, why would she fight if she is so kind?"
Well, she would fight in order to survive. You can't live on the streets of New York and not know how to fight. You would be killed in an instant.
Now, back to the story.
"So God, if you're out there, please give me a chance. Give me a chance to change my life, and make something of myself. Get me out of here." Her whispered plea cut through the silence like a knife.
A noise from behind her startled her out of her quiet prayer. A young child, who couldn't be more than five, stepped out of the shadows.
"What is it Squirt?" she asked softly, so as not to wake the others in the room.
"I can't sleep." He said. "Butterfly's crying in her sleep - and then I started having nightmares." He finished the last sentence sheepishly, looking at his feet.
"All right. I'll tuck ya back in, and sit with ya until you fall asleep. And I'll wake Butterfly up, and calm her down." The girl stood up, and took Squirt's hand. She led him back to his bed, and tucked him in. By now, Butterfly had woken up on her own, and had calmed down quite a bit. She was back asleep before Squirt fell asleep.
The girl slowly made her way back to her own bed, and lay awake thinking.
"God, please get me out of here." She whispered. She rolled over, so she faced the wall, and fell asleep.
Her name? Her name is Pup.
Author's Note: Yes I realize it's short, but it's the prologue. Hopefully the rest of the chapters will be longer. It all depends on how much time I have.
Author's Note: Please R&R. I love getting reviews. And the last time I posted a fic. I pulled it off because no one reviewed. If no one reviews, I think nobody's reading, so I'll pull this too, and just stop writing it. Also, if you would like to be in the fic. Just let me know. I need your Newsie name, your real name, which Newsie you like, your history, and any other info. you want to supply me with. Hope you enjoy! By the way, I'm horrible with the whole accent thing, so I'm not even going to try. Just imagine it's there.
A Dream Come True - A Newsie Fic.
Prologue
The young girl sat in her window looking up at the stars. She had turned the windowsill into her own space and all of the other kids knew not to go over there.
"God, if there is a God, if you ever are not too busy, would you get me out of here? It feels like I'm locked up - and I don't like that feeling." She said softly into the night. "I may be considered the leader here, but these kids don't need me. They'd get along without me. I want out." She whispered.
There wasn't really anything special about this particular girl. She could fight okay when it was required of her - But she wasn't some excellent fighter. She only fought when she had to, or when she needed something that somebody else had.
She also wasn't what you would call drop-dead gorgeous. Now, she was okay looking, she wasn't ugly or anything, but she wasn't a girl all the guys fell for either. However, she had one main attribute that made her stand out. And that was her kindness. She always was giving of herself. If someone needed something, she would do anything she could to get it for them. She would even sacrifice something she had, and go without, in order for someone else to have.
You may be wondering, "didn't you say she was a good fighter? Well, why would she fight if she is so kind?"
Well, she would fight in order to survive. You can't live on the streets of New York and not know how to fight. You would be killed in an instant.
Now, back to the story.
"So God, if you're out there, please give me a chance. Give me a chance to change my life, and make something of myself. Get me out of here." Her whispered plea cut through the silence like a knife.
A noise from behind her startled her out of her quiet prayer. A young child, who couldn't be more than five, stepped out of the shadows.
"What is it Squirt?" she asked softly, so as not to wake the others in the room.
"I can't sleep." He said. "Butterfly's crying in her sleep - and then I started having nightmares." He finished the last sentence sheepishly, looking at his feet.
"All right. I'll tuck ya back in, and sit with ya until you fall asleep. And I'll wake Butterfly up, and calm her down." The girl stood up, and took Squirt's hand. She led him back to his bed, and tucked him in. By now, Butterfly had woken up on her own, and had calmed down quite a bit. She was back asleep before Squirt fell asleep.
The girl slowly made her way back to her own bed, and lay awake thinking.
"God, please get me out of here." She whispered. She rolled over, so she faced the wall, and fell asleep.
Her name? Her name is Pup.
Author's Note: Yes I realize it's short, but it's the prologue. Hopefully the rest of the chapters will be longer. It all depends on how much time I have.