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Chapter 1:
New York City, November, 1900:
A train pulled into New York City halting when it reached the platform. Once it reached a complete stop the doors flung open and the people that were crowded inside began to pour out. There were mothers dragging their children behind them while their fathers walked casually ahead of them going to retrieve their luggage. There were men dressed in suits that were presumed to be businessmen, but what kind of "Business" was not know, it was left for people to ponder.
Among these people there was one girl that stuck out. Her name was Grace Kelly. She walked with a sense of insecurity; her head was bent down so far that her slender chin almost touched her chest. Her eyes darted around the crowd as if she was looking for someone she wanted to avoid, but her eyes were almost disguised behind her long light brown hair that hung down in her face. She brought her hands up by her stomach and began playing with a small ring that was placed on her middle finger. While she was absorbed in her own little world she tripped over her long tattered skirt that hung down way past her feet. Glancing around she made sure that no one saw her little blunder. With a sigh of relief she realized that no one had, because why would anyone notice her. She appeared disheveled but her appearance was nothing compared to how she felt on the inside.
She had spent the last two years on her own traveling the country working odd jobs here and there trying to avoid the one thing she did not want to do; go home. Its not that she had a bad home life, it was the complete opposite of that, she had people that loved and cared for her, she just did not want to go back and face her brother and hear him say I told you so. Her pride had suffered so much over the last few years she felt that hearing those words come out of her brothers mouth would be the final blow.
Before she new it she stood in front of a small little dinner with a faded worn out sign that read 'Tibby's'. Inside she could see that not much had changed. The newsies were all still there, with some new faces among them, and they were doing their usual, eating, playing poker and being obnoxiously loud.
She must have stood outside the small little door for at least 10 minutes before she decided to enter. Just as she went to reach for the door she was brushed aside by a young man wearing a gray news boy cap, and red suspenders with a gold tipped cane dangling down on the side. He was defiantly the one person she did not want to see. The one person she hoped no longer associated with the newsies, Spot Conlon.
"Oh excuse me miss, I didn't see you there" (a/n: not good with writing accents = no written accents) Spot apologized politely. As he brought his eyes up to the person he hit he realized who it was.
When Spot's eyes met her's Grace let out a soft screech and turned and ran in the opposite direction.
Spot stood dumfounded for a few seconds before he brushed off the sighting and walked into the warm restaurant and out of the cold streets.
"Jackie-boy, I think I'm seeing things", Spot said still in shock as he shook his head from side to side.
"Ya know, seeing things isn't usually something people consider healthy" Jack replied sarcastically as he smacked Spot on the back lightly.
"No seriously, I coulda sworn I just saw your sister" Spot looked up at Jack as he said this. Jack visibly paled. "I was walking in the door and I bumped into some girl, I went to apologize but as soon as she saw my face she turned and ran"
"Well that's not something you hear very often. Hey fella's listen to this, a girl screamed and ran at the sight of mister high and mighty Spot Conlon" Race hollered jokingly.
"Shove it Race, I'm serious, I could have sworn it was her, but what confused me even more was the fact that Veronica wasn't with her" Spot said softly.
All Jack could do was stare at Spot, he longed to see his sister again but why had she come back, why now, even she said she would never come back even if her life depended on it, and without Veronica, her best friend. Something was up, and Jack new he had to find out.
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Grace ran until she felt she was a safe distance away from the diner. Of course the first person she ran into had to be Spot. The person who was number one on her 'hate list'.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did I ever decide on coming back here, I'm not ready for it, I can't do this" Grace paced back and forth before she slid down the side of a building on to the ground. She buried her head in her arms and shed a few tears before she brought her head up "What am I going to do", she whispered to herself as she wiped away the tears that streamed down her face.
After a few minutes of gathering her thoughts she stood up quickly and began to make her way over to an old friend's place.
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A/N: YAY! Another chapter. cough.cough. I swear it didn't take me almost two months to post it. Sorry about the wait, I've been a very busy girl, between physical therapy, kickboxing, school, homework and family matters I've had like no time! But oh well.
Shout outs: WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll: I'm glad you like it, sorry it took so long, I'm sure you've been thinking about seeding Race and Spot over.
Ershey: thank you for the complements, I'm glad you like it!
xxIrish Roverxx: Thank you for your review and the idea.
Chapter 1:
New York City, November, 1900:
A train pulled into New York City halting when it reached the platform. Once it reached a complete stop the doors flung open and the people that were crowded inside began to pour out. There were mothers dragging their children behind them while their fathers walked casually ahead of them going to retrieve their luggage. There were men dressed in suits that were presumed to be businessmen, but what kind of "Business" was not know, it was left for people to ponder.
Among these people there was one girl that stuck out. Her name was Grace Kelly. She walked with a sense of insecurity; her head was bent down so far that her slender chin almost touched her chest. Her eyes darted around the crowd as if she was looking for someone she wanted to avoid, but her eyes were almost disguised behind her long light brown hair that hung down in her face. She brought her hands up by her stomach and began playing with a small ring that was placed on her middle finger. While she was absorbed in her own little world she tripped over her long tattered skirt that hung down way past her feet. Glancing around she made sure that no one saw her little blunder. With a sigh of relief she realized that no one had, because why would anyone notice her. She appeared disheveled but her appearance was nothing compared to how she felt on the inside.
She had spent the last two years on her own traveling the country working odd jobs here and there trying to avoid the one thing she did not want to do; go home. Its not that she had a bad home life, it was the complete opposite of that, she had people that loved and cared for her, she just did not want to go back and face her brother and hear him say I told you so. Her pride had suffered so much over the last few years she felt that hearing those words come out of her brothers mouth would be the final blow.
Before she new it she stood in front of a small little dinner with a faded worn out sign that read 'Tibby's'. Inside she could see that not much had changed. The newsies were all still there, with some new faces among them, and they were doing their usual, eating, playing poker and being obnoxiously loud.
She must have stood outside the small little door for at least 10 minutes before she decided to enter. Just as she went to reach for the door she was brushed aside by a young man wearing a gray news boy cap, and red suspenders with a gold tipped cane dangling down on the side. He was defiantly the one person she did not want to see. The one person she hoped no longer associated with the newsies, Spot Conlon.
"Oh excuse me miss, I didn't see you there" (a/n: not good with writing accents = no written accents) Spot apologized politely. As he brought his eyes up to the person he hit he realized who it was.
When Spot's eyes met her's Grace let out a soft screech and turned and ran in the opposite direction.
Spot stood dumfounded for a few seconds before he brushed off the sighting and walked into the warm restaurant and out of the cold streets.
"Jackie-boy, I think I'm seeing things", Spot said still in shock as he shook his head from side to side.
"Ya know, seeing things isn't usually something people consider healthy" Jack replied sarcastically as he smacked Spot on the back lightly.
"No seriously, I coulda sworn I just saw your sister" Spot looked up at Jack as he said this. Jack visibly paled. "I was walking in the door and I bumped into some girl, I went to apologize but as soon as she saw my face she turned and ran"
"Well that's not something you hear very often. Hey fella's listen to this, a girl screamed and ran at the sight of mister high and mighty Spot Conlon" Race hollered jokingly.
"Shove it Race, I'm serious, I could have sworn it was her, but what confused me even more was the fact that Veronica wasn't with her" Spot said softly.
All Jack could do was stare at Spot, he longed to see his sister again but why had she come back, why now, even she said she would never come back even if her life depended on it, and without Veronica, her best friend. Something was up, and Jack new he had to find out.
* * *
Grace ran until she felt she was a safe distance away from the diner. Of course the first person she ran into had to be Spot. The person who was number one on her 'hate list'.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did I ever decide on coming back here, I'm not ready for it, I can't do this" Grace paced back and forth before she slid down the side of a building on to the ground. She buried her head in her arms and shed a few tears before she brought her head up "What am I going to do", she whispered to herself as she wiped away the tears that streamed down her face.
After a few minutes of gathering her thoughts she stood up quickly and began to make her way over to an old friend's place.
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A/N: YAY! Another chapter. cough.cough. I swear it didn't take me almost two months to post it. Sorry about the wait, I've been a very busy girl, between physical therapy, kickboxing, school, homework and family matters I've had like no time! But oh well.
Shout outs: WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll: I'm glad you like it, sorry it took so long, I'm sure you've been thinking about seeding Race and Spot over.
Ershey: thank you for the complements, I'm glad you like it!
xxIrish Roverxx: Thank you for your review and the idea.