Summary:
Sydney carries a disturbing secret, and when her parents find out, they
send her away. She soon finds herself in the streets of New York with no
place to go. After joining a gang, Sydney realizes her new friends aren't
as gracious as she thought. Having no where to go, she hops a train home
only to find her brother has gone to New York looking for her. Knowing if
they mention her name in New York, they will be killed, Sydney returns to
find them before her old gang does, finding assistance from the loveable
newsies! The boys aren't in this story for the first couple chapters, so
bare with me. I'll try and get to them as soon as possible.
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies. Not that it matters cause they're not in the next few chapters! But even when they're not in my stories, I still don't own them, nor when they are!
A/N: To avoid confusion pay attention to the place and dates, cause I jump from one place to another and from one time to another. And if you haven't already read somewhere, the boys aren't in this story for a while. I'll try to update fast so I can get to them (since it's probably the only reason you're reading this) for ya.
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February 1888. Everfield's Home. New Mexico
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"Come play with me, Syd!" Mark, Sydney's older brother, pleaded.
"Later Mark, I'm busy." Five-year-old, Sydney said from her room.
"You're not busy! You're just sitting there."
Sydney walked up to Mark, her blue eyes glaring at him. "I am in the middle of an important conversation!" she said before slamming the door in his face.
"But you're all alone! Who are you talking to?" Mark called through the door.
"None of your business!" Sydney answered.
Mark sighed, ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, and walked away. This wasn't the first time his sister had refused to play with him because she was busy talking to someone. He just wished he knew who it was. He turned back to her door and put his ear to it, hoping to hear who his little sister thought was more important then her brother.
"Sorry about that, my brother wanted to play." Sydney said, "Yes, he's very nice. I think you would like him. No, he's not like my mom at all. Oh, no he's not always like that, he was just mad that I wouldn't play with him."
Mark withdrew his ear from the door. Why couldn't he hear the other person? His sister couldn't just be talking to herself. He waited another five minutes until his sister came out. "Does your friend want to play with us?" he asked trying to peer in the room.
"Oh, she can't." said Sydney as she began down the hallway, "Come on! We going to play or what?" Mark looked into Sydney's bedroom to find it empty. Confused he followed his sister outside.
"Hey, Syd?" Mark said quietly.
"Yes?"
"Umm. Who were you talking to in there?"
"My friend, Christi," Sydney said nonchalantly.
"Is your friend an imaginary one?"
"Sorta," Sydney said, looking a little nervous.
"What do you mean sorta, Syd?" Mark asked, now at his normal volume.
"Well. It's hard to explain," Sydney said looking pensive of how to explain Christi to her brother, "I didn't make her up. She's real, but she's."
"She's what, Syd?" Mark demanded.
"You got to promise not to tell mom or dad first."
"I promise! Now tell me!"
"She's in me, like when she talks to me, can hear it in my mind."
"You mean you have voices in your head?" Mark said, semi-jokingly.
"Yes." Mark's jaw dropped. After a few moments of awkward silence Mark came back to his senses.
"Well, I don't know what to say, Syd. If you're gonna talk to Christi anymore, I think you should just think to her, you know what I mean?"
Sydney nodded and smiled, "Christi likes you."
Mark smiled back, "Good to hear, Syd. Now lets play."
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April 1888. Everfield's Home. New Mexico
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Sydney tucked her long brown hair behind her ears as she strained her ears to hear the conversation. She knew they were talking about her again; they always talked about her. She held her breath and moved down the stairs more trying to get closer.
"I don't understand, sweetie. Syd can live a normal life here. She doesn't need to go to some freak hospital ward!" Greg, Sydney's father, said trying to sound calm.
"You're right, you don't understand, Greg!" Sydney's mother, Lavivian, said crying, "You just want to go on and pretend that our daughter is normal! She's not! She is anything but normal and she needs help! We need to send her before this gets any worse! I can't take anymore of this. She keeps talking to someone who's not there."
"All children have imaginary friends at one point in time, honey," Greg explained softly.
"This isn't an imaginary friend! She doesn't know the difference between reality and make-believe!"
Sydney sighed. 'Not this again,' she thought, 'Why does Mom think that I am some kind of freak!'
"She's the freak,' said Christi, 'I told you, your mom is a bad person, she just wants to get rid of you! She hates you!'
'I don't think she hates me,' thought Sydney, 'She just thinks something's wrong. She's not a bad person or anything.'
'Yes she is,' said Christi, 'you shouldn't be nice to her anymore. She isn't nice to you.'
'Maybe you right,' Sydney thought as she went back to her parent's conversation.
"Fine send her there, but remember that I was against it!" her father said sternly, "I'm going to get a drink," he added and walked out the front door before his wife could say anything. Lavivian stormed up the stairs, Sydney hid in the shadows as her mother walked by.
The next day Lavivian knocked on Sydney's door. "Come in," said the voice inside. Lavivian opened the door and poked her head in.
'Great, it's her,' said Christi.
"Sydney, you need to pack all your things, we're going on a long trip. Pack everything, we don't know how long you'll. we'll be gone." Sydney nodded and her mother left.
A few minutes later Mark came in. His usually sparkling blue eyes looked dull and hurt. He looked at his sister and sighed, he didn't want to be the one to tell her but her was 3 years older than she was and he felt it was his responsibility since she was too young to figure out what was going on. "Umm. Sydney?" She nodded. "We're not going on a trip."
'That liar! I told you! Your mom hates you!' said Christi.
"What do you mean? Why would Mom tell me we were than?" Sydney asked confused.
Mark took a deep breath, "She taking you to a hospital, for your, er, condition."
"What condition?"
"Christi."
'He told her!' Christi determined.
"You told her!" Sydney screamed, "I trusted you, and you, you told her! I hate you! I never want to talk to you ever again!"
"I didn't tell her! She knows something's wrong, she just doesn't know what! I didn't tell her! I promise!" Mark said stepping back towards the door.
'Yes he did! It was him! Don't believe him Syd!' Christi continued.
Sydney's cold blue eyes stared at Mark, showing pure hatred. "I don't believe you," she said calmly, "Now get out."
Mark shuddered at Sydney's piercing stare, and backed out of the room. 'I thought he was a good guy,' said Christi, 'From now on, we trust no one, okay Sydney?'
"Okay," Sydney said out loud. Sydney packed her stuff, wherever she was going it had to be better that where she was now. A tear streamed down her cheek, she had really loved her brother and he betrayed her.
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies. Not that it matters cause they're not in the next few chapters! But even when they're not in my stories, I still don't own them, nor when they are!
A/N: To avoid confusion pay attention to the place and dates, cause I jump from one place to another and from one time to another. And if you haven't already read somewhere, the boys aren't in this story for a while. I'll try to update fast so I can get to them (since it's probably the only reason you're reading this) for ya.
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February 1888. Everfield's Home. New Mexico
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"Come play with me, Syd!" Mark, Sydney's older brother, pleaded.
"Later Mark, I'm busy." Five-year-old, Sydney said from her room.
"You're not busy! You're just sitting there."
Sydney walked up to Mark, her blue eyes glaring at him. "I am in the middle of an important conversation!" she said before slamming the door in his face.
"But you're all alone! Who are you talking to?" Mark called through the door.
"None of your business!" Sydney answered.
Mark sighed, ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, and walked away. This wasn't the first time his sister had refused to play with him because she was busy talking to someone. He just wished he knew who it was. He turned back to her door and put his ear to it, hoping to hear who his little sister thought was more important then her brother.
"Sorry about that, my brother wanted to play." Sydney said, "Yes, he's very nice. I think you would like him. No, he's not like my mom at all. Oh, no he's not always like that, he was just mad that I wouldn't play with him."
Mark withdrew his ear from the door. Why couldn't he hear the other person? His sister couldn't just be talking to herself. He waited another five minutes until his sister came out. "Does your friend want to play with us?" he asked trying to peer in the room.
"Oh, she can't." said Sydney as she began down the hallway, "Come on! We going to play or what?" Mark looked into Sydney's bedroom to find it empty. Confused he followed his sister outside.
"Hey, Syd?" Mark said quietly.
"Yes?"
"Umm. Who were you talking to in there?"
"My friend, Christi," Sydney said nonchalantly.
"Is your friend an imaginary one?"
"Sorta," Sydney said, looking a little nervous.
"What do you mean sorta, Syd?" Mark asked, now at his normal volume.
"Well. It's hard to explain," Sydney said looking pensive of how to explain Christi to her brother, "I didn't make her up. She's real, but she's."
"She's what, Syd?" Mark demanded.
"You got to promise not to tell mom or dad first."
"I promise! Now tell me!"
"She's in me, like when she talks to me, can hear it in my mind."
"You mean you have voices in your head?" Mark said, semi-jokingly.
"Yes." Mark's jaw dropped. After a few moments of awkward silence Mark came back to his senses.
"Well, I don't know what to say, Syd. If you're gonna talk to Christi anymore, I think you should just think to her, you know what I mean?"
Sydney nodded and smiled, "Christi likes you."
Mark smiled back, "Good to hear, Syd. Now lets play."
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April 1888. Everfield's Home. New Mexico
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Sydney tucked her long brown hair behind her ears as she strained her ears to hear the conversation. She knew they were talking about her again; they always talked about her. She held her breath and moved down the stairs more trying to get closer.
"I don't understand, sweetie. Syd can live a normal life here. She doesn't need to go to some freak hospital ward!" Greg, Sydney's father, said trying to sound calm.
"You're right, you don't understand, Greg!" Sydney's mother, Lavivian, said crying, "You just want to go on and pretend that our daughter is normal! She's not! She is anything but normal and she needs help! We need to send her before this gets any worse! I can't take anymore of this. She keeps talking to someone who's not there."
"All children have imaginary friends at one point in time, honey," Greg explained softly.
"This isn't an imaginary friend! She doesn't know the difference between reality and make-believe!"
Sydney sighed. 'Not this again,' she thought, 'Why does Mom think that I am some kind of freak!'
"She's the freak,' said Christi, 'I told you, your mom is a bad person, she just wants to get rid of you! She hates you!'
'I don't think she hates me,' thought Sydney, 'She just thinks something's wrong. She's not a bad person or anything.'
'Yes she is,' said Christi, 'you shouldn't be nice to her anymore. She isn't nice to you.'
'Maybe you right,' Sydney thought as she went back to her parent's conversation.
"Fine send her there, but remember that I was against it!" her father said sternly, "I'm going to get a drink," he added and walked out the front door before his wife could say anything. Lavivian stormed up the stairs, Sydney hid in the shadows as her mother walked by.
The next day Lavivian knocked on Sydney's door. "Come in," said the voice inside. Lavivian opened the door and poked her head in.
'Great, it's her,' said Christi.
"Sydney, you need to pack all your things, we're going on a long trip. Pack everything, we don't know how long you'll. we'll be gone." Sydney nodded and her mother left.
A few minutes later Mark came in. His usually sparkling blue eyes looked dull and hurt. He looked at his sister and sighed, he didn't want to be the one to tell her but her was 3 years older than she was and he felt it was his responsibility since she was too young to figure out what was going on. "Umm. Sydney?" She nodded. "We're not going on a trip."
'That liar! I told you! Your mom hates you!' said Christi.
"What do you mean? Why would Mom tell me we were than?" Sydney asked confused.
Mark took a deep breath, "She taking you to a hospital, for your, er, condition."
"What condition?"
"Christi."
'He told her!' Christi determined.
"You told her!" Sydney screamed, "I trusted you, and you, you told her! I hate you! I never want to talk to you ever again!"
"I didn't tell her! She knows something's wrong, she just doesn't know what! I didn't tell her! I promise!" Mark said stepping back towards the door.
'Yes he did! It was him! Don't believe him Syd!' Christi continued.
Sydney's cold blue eyes stared at Mark, showing pure hatred. "I don't believe you," she said calmly, "Now get out."
Mark shuddered at Sydney's piercing stare, and backed out of the room. 'I thought he was a good guy,' said Christi, 'From now on, we trust no one, okay Sydney?'
"Okay," Sydney said out loud. Sydney packed her stuff, wherever she was going it had to be better that where she was now. A tear streamed down her cheek, she had really loved her brother and he betrayed her.