Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or the song I Will Carry You sung by Clay
Aiken. I don't own Poker, Trigger, Sapphy or Lil' Italy. I own Melody and
Tag, though!
Yessum, it's another fic!! I love this song especially...it's so sweet! So, um, just read and I hope you *singing* enjoy the show!!! *stops singing* Yeah, thats part of a Spice Girls song! Ok anyways, onto the songfic!!!
Specs: Finally!
Specs! You got out of my room in the last fic, Make Ends Meet in 1899..*wink wink* and now you got out AGAIN! GRRRR! Oh well, guess you'll just have to stay down here with me!!
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Melody opened her front door only to be smothered by the smell of beer and smoke.
"Dad? I'm home!" She called out into the foggy living room, where her dad was every evening at 6 o'clock. Her father, Bill, had been a widower for 8 years now. Her mother, Bonnie, died when Melody was 9 of whooping cough. Her father had always been nice to her while her mom was alive, but after she died, he turned on her. He forced her to work so she could buy more alcohol and cigars for him. Melody had looked all around for a job, but no one would take her because she was so scrawny and young. Finally, she came upon a newsie one day, he offered her a job and she had been a newsie ever since.
"Finally!" Bill's rough, scratchy voice responded. "Get in here, bitch! My bottle's 'bout empty." Melody slowly approached her father with a full bottle of liquor in her hand. She shakily reached out and handed it to him. He examined it for a moment before throwing it on the ground, glass shattering everywhere. "What the hell is this? You know I don't like RUM!" He took his over-sized, hairy hand and thrust it under Melody's chin.
"Dad!" She coughed and choked while trying to get words out. "I couldn't *cough* find any *choke* whiskey! *cough choke* Please, let go! *cough*" She struggled under the firm grip of her father's hand. When he finally let go, he threw Melody to the ground and she lay there rubbing her red, hand- marked neck. This wasn't the first time it had happened. Whenever Melody slipped up in the least bit, her father hurt her in some way.
Melody scrambled to her feet and ran to the door. She swung it open and flew out into the cool, spring air. Her father ran onto the front steps and yelled after her.
"MELODY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? GET BACK HERE NOW OR YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE!" Melody ignored her father's screaming and kept running. Her deep blue eyes were stung with tears and her dark blonde hair was streaming behind her. Most people in this situation don't know where they're running to, but Melody knew exactly where her feet were taking her. The Lodging House was her sanctuary. All her friends were there, no one bothered her or hurt her and best of all, Jack was there. Jack was the newsie who first offered her a job. He showed her the ropes and after that they became the best of friends. They didn't spend every waking minute together, but they were close.
The door to the bunk room burst open and Melody appeared, her hands resting on her neck and her breath short. Jack looked up from his Santa Fe pamphlet and stood up.
"Mel, you ok?" Melody took her hands away and nodded. She stabled herself and walked over to Jack. "Do ya need help?" She shook her head and smiled a fake grin. Melody was very independent and didn't want anyone helping her in any way. She sold her papes alone, paid for all her food and shooed away anyone who tried to help her after her father hurt her. She wasn't like most of the girls that hung around the Lodging House with their boyfriends. Tag, for instance, never sold her papes without Specs. And Trigger hardly paid for her own lunch, although she protested once and a while. 'Snitch, I'll pay this time!' Melody rolled her eyes at the mere thought of doing something like that. Of course, she was friends with Tag and Trigger. They were nice girls who were there if she needed to talk.
"Hey, Melody! Come here!" Poker motioned for her friend to come over. Poker was a short newsie with vibrant, wavy red hair and sparkling green eyes. She liked to talk...a lot, and whenever Melody was feeling down, she would run to Poker. "So, how bad was it this time?" A hint of concern was shining through the 15-year-old's eyes.
"No worse than usual, I guess. Anyways, where's Spot today?" Melody was known for changing the subject when it came to talking about her dad.
"He's back in Brooklyn...of course." Poker sighed and adjusted her blue suspenders. Her and Spot had been 'seeing each other' for a little over a year now. They had somewhat of a love-hate relationship, always getting in fights and such. But they would make up after a day or two. "We had ANOTHER fight earlier. He says that I 'can't wear a hat because I'm a girl and it's not proper!' I know I don't wear a hat anyways, but I want the right to! Blast! Spot gets on my last nerve when he thinks he can control me." She kept going on about how Spot was a demanding, controlling boyfriend while Melody just listened. She was good for that; listening.
"So, are you gunna apologize?" Melody fidgeted with her necklace.
"No way! HE'S going to apologize to ME! *sigh* Well, anyways, you gunna sleep here tonight? You know my bottom bunk is always empty! Well, except when Spot's here...then he sleeps in it, but ya know what? He's not here tonight so you can have it! But what if he comes back? Nah, he won't come back. But he could, ya know? Spot's like that." Melody lowered her eyebrows and slowly shook her head. Searching around the room, she found Jack again and sauntered over to him.
"What? Poker borin' ya again wid all her tawkin?" They both laughed and looked at Poker, still talking to herself. "So...you goin' back home?"
"Yeah, I mean if I don't turn up then Pa will just hurt me even more. I should get going now." Melody turned towards the door, but Jack stuck his hand out and grabbed her arm.
"I'm not lettin' ya go out dere alone. I'm cummin' wid ya." He put down his pamphlet and flicked his hat off his head. Melody jerked her arm out of his grasp, an exasperated look on her face.
"Jack, I don't need you to come with me. I'll be fine by myself." Jack sighed and looked around the room.
"Fine, fine. But if I don't go wid ya, then Sapphy and Italy will, ok?" Jack focused his eyes on Melody's, making sure he got through to her. "If no one goes wid ya then your pops might hoit ya and none of us would even know. Somebody's GOTTA go wid ya. And don't try to tawk me outta it." Melody let out a big sigh before nodding her head and rounding up Sapphy and Italy.
"Oh, sure!" Sapphy said delightfully. Sapphy, or Sapphire Eyes, was a slim, short newsie standing at 5 foot 4. She had shoulder length strawberry- blonde hair and big, curious blue eyes. Racetrack and Sapphy were almost inseperable...except when it came to her friends. The pair went to Sheepshead Bay constantly because they both loved to gamble. Sapphy tooks Melody's arm and called over to Italy, who was standing with Blink, laughing and smiling.
"What?? Oh, all right, I'm comin'" Italy ran towards her friends with great speed. Italy was a small newsie as well, that came up to about 5 foot 2. She was quite strong and very light on her feet. Melody always envied her wavy, dark brown -almost black- hair that rested 2 or 3 inches below her shoulders. Her eyes were a bright, emerald green and she had a rose-leaf complexion. (A/N: lol...Anne of Green Gables! I had to use that, Italy!) Italy trotted to the other side of Melody and followed Sapphy's lead down the stairs.
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That's it for this chapter!! I know the song's not coming into play yet...but don't fret my lil' readers!! It will, it will! For now, I shall leave you with this message: GO SEE PETER PAN! There are many reasons: 1- Peter looks like Spot and he is so HOT! 2- Slightly the lost boy looks like Race! 3- There's a banker that looks like Snitch! WATCH FOR HIM! He's only on the screen for a few seconds! 4- It will crack you up when Tiger Lily kisses John! 5- Micheal is so cute with his teddy! 6- Tink is a ho- bag...but she's cool! 7- IT'S SO GOOD!! All right, I'll go and write the next chapter now!
Yessum, it's another fic!! I love this song especially...it's so sweet! So, um, just read and I hope you *singing* enjoy the show!!! *stops singing* Yeah, thats part of a Spice Girls song! Ok anyways, onto the songfic!!!
Specs: Finally!
Specs! You got out of my room in the last fic, Make Ends Meet in 1899..*wink wink* and now you got out AGAIN! GRRRR! Oh well, guess you'll just have to stay down here with me!!
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Melody opened her front door only to be smothered by the smell of beer and smoke.
"Dad? I'm home!" She called out into the foggy living room, where her dad was every evening at 6 o'clock. Her father, Bill, had been a widower for 8 years now. Her mother, Bonnie, died when Melody was 9 of whooping cough. Her father had always been nice to her while her mom was alive, but after she died, he turned on her. He forced her to work so she could buy more alcohol and cigars for him. Melody had looked all around for a job, but no one would take her because she was so scrawny and young. Finally, she came upon a newsie one day, he offered her a job and she had been a newsie ever since.
"Finally!" Bill's rough, scratchy voice responded. "Get in here, bitch! My bottle's 'bout empty." Melody slowly approached her father with a full bottle of liquor in her hand. She shakily reached out and handed it to him. He examined it for a moment before throwing it on the ground, glass shattering everywhere. "What the hell is this? You know I don't like RUM!" He took his over-sized, hairy hand and thrust it under Melody's chin.
"Dad!" She coughed and choked while trying to get words out. "I couldn't *cough* find any *choke* whiskey! *cough choke* Please, let go! *cough*" She struggled under the firm grip of her father's hand. When he finally let go, he threw Melody to the ground and she lay there rubbing her red, hand- marked neck. This wasn't the first time it had happened. Whenever Melody slipped up in the least bit, her father hurt her in some way.
Melody scrambled to her feet and ran to the door. She swung it open and flew out into the cool, spring air. Her father ran onto the front steps and yelled after her.
"MELODY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? GET BACK HERE NOW OR YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE!" Melody ignored her father's screaming and kept running. Her deep blue eyes were stung with tears and her dark blonde hair was streaming behind her. Most people in this situation don't know where they're running to, but Melody knew exactly where her feet were taking her. The Lodging House was her sanctuary. All her friends were there, no one bothered her or hurt her and best of all, Jack was there. Jack was the newsie who first offered her a job. He showed her the ropes and after that they became the best of friends. They didn't spend every waking minute together, but they were close.
The door to the bunk room burst open and Melody appeared, her hands resting on her neck and her breath short. Jack looked up from his Santa Fe pamphlet and stood up.
"Mel, you ok?" Melody took her hands away and nodded. She stabled herself and walked over to Jack. "Do ya need help?" She shook her head and smiled a fake grin. Melody was very independent and didn't want anyone helping her in any way. She sold her papes alone, paid for all her food and shooed away anyone who tried to help her after her father hurt her. She wasn't like most of the girls that hung around the Lodging House with their boyfriends. Tag, for instance, never sold her papes without Specs. And Trigger hardly paid for her own lunch, although she protested once and a while. 'Snitch, I'll pay this time!' Melody rolled her eyes at the mere thought of doing something like that. Of course, she was friends with Tag and Trigger. They were nice girls who were there if she needed to talk.
"Hey, Melody! Come here!" Poker motioned for her friend to come over. Poker was a short newsie with vibrant, wavy red hair and sparkling green eyes. She liked to talk...a lot, and whenever Melody was feeling down, she would run to Poker. "So, how bad was it this time?" A hint of concern was shining through the 15-year-old's eyes.
"No worse than usual, I guess. Anyways, where's Spot today?" Melody was known for changing the subject when it came to talking about her dad.
"He's back in Brooklyn...of course." Poker sighed and adjusted her blue suspenders. Her and Spot had been 'seeing each other' for a little over a year now. They had somewhat of a love-hate relationship, always getting in fights and such. But they would make up after a day or two. "We had ANOTHER fight earlier. He says that I 'can't wear a hat because I'm a girl and it's not proper!' I know I don't wear a hat anyways, but I want the right to! Blast! Spot gets on my last nerve when he thinks he can control me." She kept going on about how Spot was a demanding, controlling boyfriend while Melody just listened. She was good for that; listening.
"So, are you gunna apologize?" Melody fidgeted with her necklace.
"No way! HE'S going to apologize to ME! *sigh* Well, anyways, you gunna sleep here tonight? You know my bottom bunk is always empty! Well, except when Spot's here...then he sleeps in it, but ya know what? He's not here tonight so you can have it! But what if he comes back? Nah, he won't come back. But he could, ya know? Spot's like that." Melody lowered her eyebrows and slowly shook her head. Searching around the room, she found Jack again and sauntered over to him.
"What? Poker borin' ya again wid all her tawkin?" They both laughed and looked at Poker, still talking to herself. "So...you goin' back home?"
"Yeah, I mean if I don't turn up then Pa will just hurt me even more. I should get going now." Melody turned towards the door, but Jack stuck his hand out and grabbed her arm.
"I'm not lettin' ya go out dere alone. I'm cummin' wid ya." He put down his pamphlet and flicked his hat off his head. Melody jerked her arm out of his grasp, an exasperated look on her face.
"Jack, I don't need you to come with me. I'll be fine by myself." Jack sighed and looked around the room.
"Fine, fine. But if I don't go wid ya, then Sapphy and Italy will, ok?" Jack focused his eyes on Melody's, making sure he got through to her. "If no one goes wid ya then your pops might hoit ya and none of us would even know. Somebody's GOTTA go wid ya. And don't try to tawk me outta it." Melody let out a big sigh before nodding her head and rounding up Sapphy and Italy.
"Oh, sure!" Sapphy said delightfully. Sapphy, or Sapphire Eyes, was a slim, short newsie standing at 5 foot 4. She had shoulder length strawberry- blonde hair and big, curious blue eyes. Racetrack and Sapphy were almost inseperable...except when it came to her friends. The pair went to Sheepshead Bay constantly because they both loved to gamble. Sapphy tooks Melody's arm and called over to Italy, who was standing with Blink, laughing and smiling.
"What?? Oh, all right, I'm comin'" Italy ran towards her friends with great speed. Italy was a small newsie as well, that came up to about 5 foot 2. She was quite strong and very light on her feet. Melody always envied her wavy, dark brown -almost black- hair that rested 2 or 3 inches below her shoulders. Her eyes were a bright, emerald green and she had a rose-leaf complexion. (A/N: lol...Anne of Green Gables! I had to use that, Italy!) Italy trotted to the other side of Melody and followed Sapphy's lead down the stairs.
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That's it for this chapter!! I know the song's not coming into play yet...but don't fret my lil' readers!! It will, it will! For now, I shall leave you with this message: GO SEE PETER PAN! There are many reasons: 1- Peter looks like Spot and he is so HOT! 2- Slightly the lost boy looks like Race! 3- There's a banker that looks like Snitch! WATCH FOR HIM! He's only on the screen for a few seconds! 4- It will crack you up when Tiger Lily kisses John! 5- Micheal is so cute with his teddy! 6- Tink is a ho- bag...but she's cool! 7- IT'S SO GOOD!! All right, I'll go and write the next chapter now!