Disclaimer: I do not own newsies (Disney does), or the characters in
newsies. I do own MY charactors, and this plot...blahblah you know the drill
a/n: h'ok so this took a little bit longer than I thought to update (you're getting two chapters at once so I guess that makes up for it..) but that's only because my computers are crap...not to mention slow and unreliable...plus theres dance, diving, school....but that's another story for another time....
Anywho...
SHOUT OUTS!!
--snaps for reviewers!!!
Lady of the Wingnuts: youre cool!!wanna know why?? Course you do...you're my first reviewer!! Ok, well I have some good news and I have some bad news.....jack will come WITH NO SARAH!! Unfortunatly, he only has a bitty part...terribly sorry....
Fifi: thanx! Ok, so the whole thing is pre-written (arent you proud!) and I tried REALLY REALLY UNBELIEVABLY hard to make my characters NOT may sues....believe me...it took a lot of brainstorming...
Brownie: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I know! Szevery is fickle!!! O good news...ill prolly get to go to the help session after all (YAY for coach jessie-shes lettin me n kk miss;)) and you better get that halloween co author thingy done!! or...ummm......ill sick...um...*insert random witty comment here* I luv u!!
*sings* LETS GO ON WITH THE SHOW!!!
"Happy birthday dear Michael, Happy birthday to you!"
Abby's sweet voiced finished the song. Her younger brother's thirteenth birthday had come at last. The entire family had grown up.
"Do you all realize that this is the last thirteenth birthday party we will ever have." She pointed out.
"At least for a very long time," said her mother.
Abby's father began the speech they all knew was coming.
"There comes a time in every man's life that he must learn the value of a dollar. Michael me boy, that time has come for you. So, tomorrow, you will go with your brother and become a paperboy!"
"Aww, Dad! Why cantcha just call 'em newsies like everyone else?" Abby's older brother Robert was sixteen and had already been a newsie since his thirteenth birthday.
"I will not allow your involvement with the newsboys to affect the grammar of our family." Replied Abby's Father. "Yours may be beyond my control after all these years, but my own is not."
Robert rolled his eyes.
"All right, now, who wants cake?" Abby's mother said. She was a small woman with a quiet voice. She helped to mend dresses in the dress shop down the street. Even though her income was small, anything she could add to her husband's was worth it to her.
"Um, Papa?" asked Abby as she began to eat her cake. "I was wondering if maybe I could help out at your restaurant tomorrow. I mean, everyone will be gone, now that Mike's gonna be a newsie and I would just be at home all by myself. I've never gotten to help you at work. When I get out of the house I only get to go to Mama's shop, and I think I should be helping the family a little more."
Her father knew that this day was bound to come eventually; he just wasn't ready for it now.
"Darling, you help the family enough by cooking meals when your mother can't and keeping our house clean and presentable. I won't have any need for a daughter of mine to go to work"
The disappointment in Abby showed.
"However," began her father again. "Tomorrow, if you would like... you may help me at the restaurant."
Abby jumped up and shrieked with joy. She jumped up from her chair to run to hug her father.
"Oh, Papa, you won't regret this. I could cook for you or I could serve tables, whatever you want me to do-"
"That's enough Abigail." Her father had a way of speaking that wasn't
angry, yet it was
so stern it would put any child in their place without raising his
voice. Abby could
tell she had gotten a bit out of hand, for dinner, and she immediately
quieted.
Before long the evening was over and Abby was sent to bed. Though she
feigned it well,
she hardly slept a wink. Her mind was too busy of thoughts about her
day to come. She
couldn't imagine in all these years it would be her first time at
Tibby's.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ yes ok short..but like I said...until the plot gets goin (ther is one I swear) theyll haveta be short... and remember R&R does not stand for railroad!!
a/n: h'ok so this took a little bit longer than I thought to update (you're getting two chapters at once so I guess that makes up for it..) but that's only because my computers are crap...not to mention slow and unreliable...plus theres dance, diving, school....but that's another story for another time....
Anywho...
SHOUT OUTS!!
--snaps for reviewers!!!
Lady of the Wingnuts: youre cool!!wanna know why?? Course you do...you're my first reviewer!! Ok, well I have some good news and I have some bad news.....jack will come WITH NO SARAH!! Unfortunatly, he only has a bitty part...terribly sorry....
Fifi: thanx! Ok, so the whole thing is pre-written (arent you proud!) and I tried REALLY REALLY UNBELIEVABLY hard to make my characters NOT may sues....believe me...it took a lot of brainstorming...
Brownie: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I know! Szevery is fickle!!! O good news...ill prolly get to go to the help session after all (YAY for coach jessie-shes lettin me n kk miss;)) and you better get that halloween co author thingy done!! or...ummm......ill sick...um...*insert random witty comment here* I luv u!!
*sings* LETS GO ON WITH THE SHOW!!!
"Happy birthday dear Michael, Happy birthday to you!"
Abby's sweet voiced finished the song. Her younger brother's thirteenth birthday had come at last. The entire family had grown up.
"Do you all realize that this is the last thirteenth birthday party we will ever have." She pointed out.
"At least for a very long time," said her mother.
Abby's father began the speech they all knew was coming.
"There comes a time in every man's life that he must learn the value of a dollar. Michael me boy, that time has come for you. So, tomorrow, you will go with your brother and become a paperboy!"
"Aww, Dad! Why cantcha just call 'em newsies like everyone else?" Abby's older brother Robert was sixteen and had already been a newsie since his thirteenth birthday.
"I will not allow your involvement with the newsboys to affect the grammar of our family." Replied Abby's Father. "Yours may be beyond my control after all these years, but my own is not."
Robert rolled his eyes.
"All right, now, who wants cake?" Abby's mother said. She was a small woman with a quiet voice. She helped to mend dresses in the dress shop down the street. Even though her income was small, anything she could add to her husband's was worth it to her.
"Um, Papa?" asked Abby as she began to eat her cake. "I was wondering if maybe I could help out at your restaurant tomorrow. I mean, everyone will be gone, now that Mike's gonna be a newsie and I would just be at home all by myself. I've never gotten to help you at work. When I get out of the house I only get to go to Mama's shop, and I think I should be helping the family a little more."
Her father knew that this day was bound to come eventually; he just wasn't ready for it now.
"Darling, you help the family enough by cooking meals when your mother can't and keeping our house clean and presentable. I won't have any need for a daughter of mine to go to work"
The disappointment in Abby showed.
"However," began her father again. "Tomorrow, if you would like... you may help me at the restaurant."
Abby jumped up and shrieked with joy. She jumped up from her chair to run to hug her father.
"Oh, Papa, you won't regret this. I could cook for you or I could serve tables, whatever you want me to do-"
"That's enough Abigail." Her father had a way of speaking that wasn't
angry, yet it was
so stern it would put any child in their place without raising his
voice. Abby could
tell she had gotten a bit out of hand, for dinner, and she immediately
quieted.
Before long the evening was over and Abby was sent to bed. Though she
feigned it well,
she hardly slept a wink. Her mind was too busy of thoughts about her
day to come. She
couldn't imagine in all these years it would be her first time at
Tibby's.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ yes ok short..but like I said...until the plot gets goin (ther is one I swear) theyll haveta be short... and remember R&R does not stand for railroad!!