(A.N. : OK in the first chap. I accidentally used spots name.. He
didn't have that name then. Typo just pretended that it says Cole.)(Thank
you Brooklyn's Miracle for the title)
**** 8 years later
A girl of 16 looked out the train window at New York City, her hometown. She looked at the city she hadn't seen for 8 years, trying to see the changes. The girl fixed her hat over her hair as she stepped off the train. It was so good to be back and away from that god-awful school. She longed to do something useful, all she had been doing the last 8 years besides the occasional visits to and from her family was talk to empty headed bimbos and embroider, oh and not to forget the hours of dancing.
Then a week ago she had finally had enough of finishing school and decided to come home to New York. She breathed in the air of New York. She looked around for a newsy. She wanted a paper. She felt a tug on her jacket.
"Buy me *cough* last pape miss?" a little boy looked up at her pitifully. She studied him carefully; she had been enough newsies till the age of 8 the she could recognize an actor.
"Well, well not bad, how long have you been doing this?" She thought he couldn't have been there long he wasn't too thin. He looked at her surprised, well she still had on a pretty dress and the hat was no newsy hat.
"Me and my brother David have only been newsies a couple of months, but it's only till papa heals," the boy was looking around for someone.
"And what's your name kid?"
"I'm Les," Les spotted the person he was looking for. "Hey Jack!"
A boy of maybe 17 came and ruffled Les's hair. "What do ya need?"
"This lady is very smart, she knew I was just acting," the kid looked up at the boy with adoration in his eyes. The boy noticed her for the first time.
"Oh, and you would be?" he looked guarded.
"I'm Ashlynd, and I'm guess your Jack," Ash said dryly. Jack nodded.
"How'd ya guess bout da kid?" he looked at her carefully.
"My older brother had a lot of newsy friends when we were younger, and there are newsies where I came from.
**** 8 years later
A girl of 16 looked out the train window at New York City, her hometown. She looked at the city she hadn't seen for 8 years, trying to see the changes. The girl fixed her hat over her hair as she stepped off the train. It was so good to be back and away from that god-awful school. She longed to do something useful, all she had been doing the last 8 years besides the occasional visits to and from her family was talk to empty headed bimbos and embroider, oh and not to forget the hours of dancing.
Then a week ago she had finally had enough of finishing school and decided to come home to New York. She breathed in the air of New York. She looked around for a newsy. She wanted a paper. She felt a tug on her jacket.
"Buy me *cough* last pape miss?" a little boy looked up at her pitifully. She studied him carefully; she had been enough newsies till the age of 8 the she could recognize an actor.
"Well, well not bad, how long have you been doing this?" She thought he couldn't have been there long he wasn't too thin. He looked at her surprised, well she still had on a pretty dress and the hat was no newsy hat.
"Me and my brother David have only been newsies a couple of months, but it's only till papa heals," the boy was looking around for someone.
"And what's your name kid?"
"I'm Les," Les spotted the person he was looking for. "Hey Jack!"
A boy of maybe 17 came and ruffled Les's hair. "What do ya need?"
"This lady is very smart, she knew I was just acting," the kid looked up at the boy with adoration in his eyes. The boy noticed her for the first time.
"Oh, and you would be?" he looked guarded.
"I'm Ashlynd, and I'm guess your Jack," Ash said dryly. Jack nodded.
"How'd ya guess bout da kid?" he looked at her carefully.
"My older brother had a lot of newsy friends when we were younger, and there are newsies where I came from.