FOREVER, I WILL LOVE YOU
Disclamer: i DONT own newsies *tears start welling up* i wish i did *trys to hold it in* BUT I DONT! *bursts into sobs* unless.......anyone knows that disney hotline number! * grins evily*
ok this is my second to be lying, third try at a newsies fan fiction, Im hopeing that people wont critizize it as much. AND I KNOW THERE WILL BE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR ERRORS! DONT BOTHER TO POINT IT OUT!!!
It was a day just like any other, Racetrack went to Sheepshead Bay to sell. For those of you who don't know him, here is a discription.
He's rather short with dark curly brown hair. He's got the sweetest, most hansome brown eyes you could ever see in your entire life.
He's one smart aleck he is! At frst i couldnt stand his sarcasm.
Of course he's a heavy gambler, he's not as bad as he was, i think he's starting to straighten out. Well with that done and over with i can start to tell you about how i met the love of my life.
Now wait a minute! I didnt even tell you about my self did I? How rude, I should work on my manners a bit more. Well any how, I am Mayrn Cameron, i came to America from Scottland about three years ago. I have long brown hair to the middle of my back, my eyes are very light brown with specks of gold. I'm known for being quiet, but i have a very bad temper. I, like Racetrack can be sarcastic. I think that's just about it.
Back to what i was saying, It was a day just like any other, Racetrack Higgins went to Sheepshead Bay to sell the remainder of his papers while placing a bet on a horse. Now personaly I don't support the racing of horses,but I was there because my father, Alexander Cameron now owns the bay. I was sitting in my seat which happend to be about three rows down from Racetracks. He must have seen me sitting there because he started to walk towards me, apperently trtying to get me to buy from him.
"'scuse me miss, but would ya like ta buy a pape?"
I was thinking, Pape? what in the world is a Pape? then i saw the newspapers in his ink stained hands.
" why, yes I would, thank you very much." he sighed of relief.
"No, thank you miss." he tipped his hat and walked away.
At the time I didn't think much of it, but now I look back and laugh. We were so young and foolish then.
Then it became a routine, every day he would come sauntering up to me offering a paper, and every day i would gladly take it. Some times we would talk about the upcoming events tat would be taking place at the bay.
I would also tell him which horses were most likely to win, most of the time i was right.
One day my father became sick, i wasn't able to go to the bay. I was hopeing Racetrack would understand and didn't think I "blew him off" as they say around here. But that wasn't the case.
* hey i hoped you picky people like this one i worked very hard on it and just so ya know, Alexander Cameron was my Great gandfather. also the name Mayrn is pronounced "Merin" REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!
Disclamer: i DONT own newsies *tears start welling up* i wish i did *trys to hold it in* BUT I DONT! *bursts into sobs* unless.......anyone knows that disney hotline number! * grins evily*
ok this is my second to be lying, third try at a newsies fan fiction, Im hopeing that people wont critizize it as much. AND I KNOW THERE WILL BE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR ERRORS! DONT BOTHER TO POINT IT OUT!!!
It was a day just like any other, Racetrack went to Sheepshead Bay to sell. For those of you who don't know him, here is a discription.
He's rather short with dark curly brown hair. He's got the sweetest, most hansome brown eyes you could ever see in your entire life.
He's one smart aleck he is! At frst i couldnt stand his sarcasm.
Of course he's a heavy gambler, he's not as bad as he was, i think he's starting to straighten out. Well with that done and over with i can start to tell you about how i met the love of my life.
Now wait a minute! I didnt even tell you about my self did I? How rude, I should work on my manners a bit more. Well any how, I am Mayrn Cameron, i came to America from Scottland about three years ago. I have long brown hair to the middle of my back, my eyes are very light brown with specks of gold. I'm known for being quiet, but i have a very bad temper. I, like Racetrack can be sarcastic. I think that's just about it.
Back to what i was saying, It was a day just like any other, Racetrack Higgins went to Sheepshead Bay to sell the remainder of his papers while placing a bet on a horse. Now personaly I don't support the racing of horses,but I was there because my father, Alexander Cameron now owns the bay. I was sitting in my seat which happend to be about three rows down from Racetracks. He must have seen me sitting there because he started to walk towards me, apperently trtying to get me to buy from him.
"'scuse me miss, but would ya like ta buy a pape?"
I was thinking, Pape? what in the world is a Pape? then i saw the newspapers in his ink stained hands.
" why, yes I would, thank you very much." he sighed of relief.
"No, thank you miss." he tipped his hat and walked away.
At the time I didn't think much of it, but now I look back and laugh. We were so young and foolish then.
Then it became a routine, every day he would come sauntering up to me offering a paper, and every day i would gladly take it. Some times we would talk about the upcoming events tat would be taking place at the bay.
I would also tell him which horses were most likely to win, most of the time i was right.
One day my father became sick, i wasn't able to go to the bay. I was hopeing Racetrack would understand and didn't think I "blew him off" as they say around here. But that wasn't the case.
* hey i hoped you picky people like this one i worked very hard on it and just so ya know, Alexander Cameron was my Great gandfather. also the name Mayrn is pronounced "Merin" REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!