A.N. This origination for this story was inspired from the trip I took with
my senior class to Pohnpei, Micronesia. After seeing some of the conditions
there, I just wondered how someone would feel coming from there to here,
the United States. After talking to some of the people there, I found out
that coming to the states was like a dream for them, but only something
that could happen in a fairy tale unless you were to join the American
military. I observed the people. They live in poverty and they are content.
There are those, however, who long for the change and who long for the
experience to come to the United States and to be part of it here. They do
go through some emotional trials though such as leaving family behind,
although they don't always know their family. Just the fact that they are
leaving behind the only land they have ever known is enough to make them
reconsider their dreams. Throughout this story, I will try to initiate as
many trials they can go thru but in a fun way. I would like to say thank
you for reading this part of my chapter. Read on and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the newsies but I do own Vecienna Primo and lindi. Petals owns herself but I'm just using her with her permission as one of my characters.
A Whole New World
Chapter One
The next day dawned bright and beautiful. Vecienna Primo awoke with a song in her heart. Today was the day! Today she left for the east coast of AMERICA to a place called New York! She quickly rolled up the mat that she had been provided to sleep on for the past two nights. A quick trip to the water hole allowed her to freshen up and change her clothes before the set out on their journey. She all of a sudden became very conscious of herself and those around her. Even all these work hardened, weathery, suntanned people had much lighter skin than she did. And their clothes! Their dirty, soiled clothes that looked like they had been through a monsoon or two were a stark contrast from the intricate, homemade design of her own skirt. She did not have time to dwell on these thoughts however, because she was soon hustled into the back of the covered wagon. As they headed out, Vecienna stared out in wide-eyed wonder of everything. Everything out there was so green! But it was not the same kind of greenery as her home. The thought of her homeland of Pohnpei, Micronesia that she left behind brought a stab of loneliness for her people. She had had no closure about the fate of her parents and that fact just dug into her heart like a dagger determined to rip out her will and destroy it. On top of that, no one had even come to try and stop her from coming to the States. Obviously they didn't really want her. She tried to shake these thoughts away as much as she could and told herself to look ahead and not behind. As she tried, she was mostly successful, but a bit of the dagger still remained embedded in the corner of her heart.
Three days had passes by since the wagon party had embarked. The beautiful weather had changed to dreary and rainy. "The rain in America is different from the rain in Pohnpei. It makes things COLD!" The concept of cold rain was something unheard of and totally incredible to Vecienna. The scenery had also grown dull and overused. It was all the same. She had heard that once they got into Texas and Oklahoma, things would change a bit as far as scenery is concerned. Thus with her newfound sense of cold and the dreary scenery, she found herself cooped up for five long days in the back of a covered wagon with an old, fat, burly man who drank too much liquor. He spent most of his days passed out on the floor of the wagon, enabling his unbearable stench to linger. At night time, he would wake up, go outside and vomit, and start the whole cycle over again. Drink and pass out at night, sleep all day, and so on. Vecienna began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. Were all people in America like this? Yes, some of the wagon leaders seemed nice, but she hadn't really gotten a chance to see them and interact with them. "I'll just have to be on my guard," she thought with a firm set to her chin. She looked like a determined woman and determined she was. She was not going to regret her decision to come to this land of freedom...if only she could get out of this wagon!
Days turned into weeks and before Vecienna knew what was happening, they were crossing what they called the Brooklyn Bridge. Astounded at seeing such a structure she ventured to ask the for once sober fat man, "Sir, where are we?" The fat man just grinned a chubby, near toothless grin, and said, "Well, little missy, we are here in the great state of New York. We will soon be in New York City!" New York City, New York!!! The reality was slowly sinking in! she made it! 'I wonder what is in store for me now!' she thought with a grin.
A.N. so what do you think? Do you like it? Is it boring? The newsies come in next chappie. I just want to know what YOU (yes, YOU) think about it! So please! R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the newsies but I do own Vecienna Primo and lindi. Petals owns herself but I'm just using her with her permission as one of my characters.
A Whole New World
Chapter One
The next day dawned bright and beautiful. Vecienna Primo awoke with a song in her heart. Today was the day! Today she left for the east coast of AMERICA to a place called New York! She quickly rolled up the mat that she had been provided to sleep on for the past two nights. A quick trip to the water hole allowed her to freshen up and change her clothes before the set out on their journey. She all of a sudden became very conscious of herself and those around her. Even all these work hardened, weathery, suntanned people had much lighter skin than she did. And their clothes! Their dirty, soiled clothes that looked like they had been through a monsoon or two were a stark contrast from the intricate, homemade design of her own skirt. She did not have time to dwell on these thoughts however, because she was soon hustled into the back of the covered wagon. As they headed out, Vecienna stared out in wide-eyed wonder of everything. Everything out there was so green! But it was not the same kind of greenery as her home. The thought of her homeland of Pohnpei, Micronesia that she left behind brought a stab of loneliness for her people. She had had no closure about the fate of her parents and that fact just dug into her heart like a dagger determined to rip out her will and destroy it. On top of that, no one had even come to try and stop her from coming to the States. Obviously they didn't really want her. She tried to shake these thoughts away as much as she could and told herself to look ahead and not behind. As she tried, she was mostly successful, but a bit of the dagger still remained embedded in the corner of her heart.
Three days had passes by since the wagon party had embarked. The beautiful weather had changed to dreary and rainy. "The rain in America is different from the rain in Pohnpei. It makes things COLD!" The concept of cold rain was something unheard of and totally incredible to Vecienna. The scenery had also grown dull and overused. It was all the same. She had heard that once they got into Texas and Oklahoma, things would change a bit as far as scenery is concerned. Thus with her newfound sense of cold and the dreary scenery, she found herself cooped up for five long days in the back of a covered wagon with an old, fat, burly man who drank too much liquor. He spent most of his days passed out on the floor of the wagon, enabling his unbearable stench to linger. At night time, he would wake up, go outside and vomit, and start the whole cycle over again. Drink and pass out at night, sleep all day, and so on. Vecienna began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. Were all people in America like this? Yes, some of the wagon leaders seemed nice, but she hadn't really gotten a chance to see them and interact with them. "I'll just have to be on my guard," she thought with a firm set to her chin. She looked like a determined woman and determined she was. She was not going to regret her decision to come to this land of freedom...if only she could get out of this wagon!
Days turned into weeks and before Vecienna knew what was happening, they were crossing what they called the Brooklyn Bridge. Astounded at seeing such a structure she ventured to ask the for once sober fat man, "Sir, where are we?" The fat man just grinned a chubby, near toothless grin, and said, "Well, little missy, we are here in the great state of New York. We will soon be in New York City!" New York City, New York!!! The reality was slowly sinking in! she made it! 'I wonder what is in store for me now!' she thought with a grin.
A.N. so what do you think? Do you like it? Is it boring? The newsies come in next chappie. I just want to know what YOU (yes, YOU) think about it! So please! R&R!