Chapter 1
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Nicole, Siren to the newsies, was a 17 year old girl living with her mother. Her story is something of a fairy tale we all wish we could take part of. Nicole is based on my friend Sydney.
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"Nicole!" Mrs. Debriel called through the apartment where she and her daughter lived. "Young lady, you're going to be late for work!"
Nicole, who was up on the roof heard her mother clearly and sighed as she looked at the late morning sun. Nicole looked like her father, or would have if he was alive. She carried his dirty blonde hair proudly to her waist and had his bright sea-green eyes. She also carried his lightly tanned skin and attitude for 'my way or the highway', not exactly safe for a newcomer to New York City.
"Well, it's now or never," she said to herself as she stood and dusted off her drab gray skirt and adjusted her light blue shirt and prepared to run from the apartment building to Tibby's where her mother had luckily found her a job.
"Bye Mom!" Nicole called as she took off running down the hall and stairs and right into....... David and Les Jacobs. "Sorry!" she called running off.
"Nicole," Bill said as the girl ran into the diner panting hard. "What's the rush?"
"Ran.. whole.... way," Nicole said in between breaths.
"Well, get ready," Bill aid smiling at the teenager. "My rush comes in in five."
Nicole, mumbling under breath, grabbed an apron and readied herself to be extremely nice to who ever walked through that door.
The bell chimed alerting Nicole, who came forward and three boys sat down.
"What can I get you?" she asked pleasantly not looking at the boys.
"Hey you're the girl who ran into us!" the youngest of the three at ten exclaimed.
One of the taller boys, almost a copy of the little one with tanned skin and brown hair and eyes, clamped his hand of the speaker and said, " Excuse him, Les doesn't know how to shut up."
"Don't be one ta talk Davie," the other said. He sported dark blonde hair and happy blue eyes on a handsome face. On his neck he wore a faded red bandana and hanging down his back was a cowboy hat.
"And you are...." Nicole asked starting to like this guy more and more.
"Kelly, Jack Kelly dough some people call me Cowboy. I'll answer ta both," the boy said. "And dis 'ere's les and Davie, the walkin' mouth."
"Please, call me David or Dave," the other one said pleadingly.
"Nicole," she introduced herself.
Suddenly the door opened and at least fifteen boys from 7 to 17 walked into the small diner along with a man in a nice suit but unusual bowtie.
"Heya Jack, who's your friend?" a short Italian boy wearing a checkered vest and plaid pants asked.
"Ahhhh, Nicole. I see you've met the newsies," Bill said as he walked out from the kitchen.
"It would seem that way," Nicole said smiling.
"Good, good, now take their orders," the old man said.
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Nicole, Siren to the newsies, was a 17 year old girl living with her mother. Her story is something of a fairy tale we all wish we could take part of. Nicole is based on my friend Sydney.
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"Nicole!" Mrs. Debriel called through the apartment where she and her daughter lived. "Young lady, you're going to be late for work!"
Nicole, who was up on the roof heard her mother clearly and sighed as she looked at the late morning sun. Nicole looked like her father, or would have if he was alive. She carried his dirty blonde hair proudly to her waist and had his bright sea-green eyes. She also carried his lightly tanned skin and attitude for 'my way or the highway', not exactly safe for a newcomer to New York City.
"Well, it's now or never," she said to herself as she stood and dusted off her drab gray skirt and adjusted her light blue shirt and prepared to run from the apartment building to Tibby's where her mother had luckily found her a job.
"Bye Mom!" Nicole called as she took off running down the hall and stairs and right into....... David and Les Jacobs. "Sorry!" she called running off.
"Nicole," Bill said as the girl ran into the diner panting hard. "What's the rush?"
"Ran.. whole.... way," Nicole said in between breaths.
"Well, get ready," Bill aid smiling at the teenager. "My rush comes in in five."
Nicole, mumbling under breath, grabbed an apron and readied herself to be extremely nice to who ever walked through that door.
The bell chimed alerting Nicole, who came forward and three boys sat down.
"What can I get you?" she asked pleasantly not looking at the boys.
"Hey you're the girl who ran into us!" the youngest of the three at ten exclaimed.
One of the taller boys, almost a copy of the little one with tanned skin and brown hair and eyes, clamped his hand of the speaker and said, " Excuse him, Les doesn't know how to shut up."
"Don't be one ta talk Davie," the other said. He sported dark blonde hair and happy blue eyes on a handsome face. On his neck he wore a faded red bandana and hanging down his back was a cowboy hat.
"And you are...." Nicole asked starting to like this guy more and more.
"Kelly, Jack Kelly dough some people call me Cowboy. I'll answer ta both," the boy said. "And dis 'ere's les and Davie, the walkin' mouth."
"Please, call me David or Dave," the other one said pleadingly.
"Nicole," she introduced herself.
Suddenly the door opened and at least fifteen boys from 7 to 17 walked into the small diner along with a man in a nice suit but unusual bowtie.
"Heya Jack, who's your friend?" a short Italian boy wearing a checkered vest and plaid pants asked.
"Ahhhh, Nicole. I see you've met the newsies," Bill said as he walked out from the kitchen.
"It would seem that way," Nicole said smiling.
"Good, good, now take their orders," the old man said.