My dearest sister,
I have come across the good fortune of establishing a school for girls. As I have yet to find a young lady more respectful than your eldest daughter, I am now asking you if I have your permission to bring her to New York to aid me in teaching. Some of my students are, although from respective families, in need of lots of work. Her fair for the journey is included in this letter. Please inform me as to your decision and the date of her arrival in the United States.
Your dearest sister, Maeve.
*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~* A girl of about 17 sat in her first class steamer room, reading a letter her mother received asking for her help. It was her freedom. She had long chocolate brown hair that reached her mid back and it was pulled into a half bun. Her clothes would not indicate her wealth; they were a simple cream blouse and a forest green skirt. What little jewelry she had on was the only give away that she came from wealth, she wore a gold chain with a shamrock in the middle, and not many people could afford such a luxury. She was only 17 but to the naked eye she could be 20. That was the result of being treated as a bartering object.
Her name was Saiorse, Gaelic for freedom, the irony in that alone was laughable. She was not free. She was a bartering tool for her father, as were her other 2 sisters. At such a young age, her father had already broken two arranged marriages to business partners for a better deal. She was an explorer trapped in a woman's body but now her aunt saved her.
Her trunk was packed even though her ship had three more days until it reached New York, then she was able to see her aunt again. She looked at her as more of a sister than an aunt. She could tell her aunt everything, things she would never dare to tell her mother. Like the fact that she really was in love but it was with a man her father would never approve of, a newsie by the name of Andrew "Rebel" Collins. That would never do at least, not for her family; she was proper and was to listen and obey only her parents and her future husband, not her "silly emotions" as her father put it. The before mentioned relationship was broken off due to her travels, but she was sure of his love, and it was he that gave her the ring she held so dear.
While she thought of the life she left behind, she couldn't help but wonder the life her aunt would help her start. Had she only know that as the ship sailed its way to New York, her aunt was about to draw her last breath.
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The young woman could be no more than thirty, and already a widow her husband died on the journey there. She had just started a school for girls and was surprised at the amount of pupils, both borders and non. This was her routine; she traveled to buy her required newspapers for the girls to study from. The fact that they were women was no reason for them to be oblivious to the world around them. So deep was she in her thoughts, that she never saw the black carriage and horses Barreling towards her like the coach of hell that came to claim those who passed and carry their souls to the next life. Before any one could save her, her life had been taken. Her last thought was of a life that was about to start here, and no one to help the mere child. She was 17 but she was still a child and she was still her niece, with the last thought her eyes closed and her body began to die *~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*
Saiorse was alone and knew nothing of these events or of those to take place
A/N: plz review I need feedback if this is to continue thank you and yes there will be NEWSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay lol thanks
Disclaimer: I own Saiorse and her family and any other character you don't recognize all the rest belong to Disney
I'm sorry I had to repost I did some checking but I couldn't stand the grammar
I have come across the good fortune of establishing a school for girls. As I have yet to find a young lady more respectful than your eldest daughter, I am now asking you if I have your permission to bring her to New York to aid me in teaching. Some of my students are, although from respective families, in need of lots of work. Her fair for the journey is included in this letter. Please inform me as to your decision and the date of her arrival in the United States.
Your dearest sister, Maeve.
*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~* A girl of about 17 sat in her first class steamer room, reading a letter her mother received asking for her help. It was her freedom. She had long chocolate brown hair that reached her mid back and it was pulled into a half bun. Her clothes would not indicate her wealth; they were a simple cream blouse and a forest green skirt. What little jewelry she had on was the only give away that she came from wealth, she wore a gold chain with a shamrock in the middle, and not many people could afford such a luxury. She was only 17 but to the naked eye she could be 20. That was the result of being treated as a bartering object.
Her name was Saiorse, Gaelic for freedom, the irony in that alone was laughable. She was not free. She was a bartering tool for her father, as were her other 2 sisters. At such a young age, her father had already broken two arranged marriages to business partners for a better deal. She was an explorer trapped in a woman's body but now her aunt saved her.
Her trunk was packed even though her ship had three more days until it reached New York, then she was able to see her aunt again. She looked at her as more of a sister than an aunt. She could tell her aunt everything, things she would never dare to tell her mother. Like the fact that she really was in love but it was with a man her father would never approve of, a newsie by the name of Andrew "Rebel" Collins. That would never do at least, not for her family; she was proper and was to listen and obey only her parents and her future husband, not her "silly emotions" as her father put it. The before mentioned relationship was broken off due to her travels, but she was sure of his love, and it was he that gave her the ring she held so dear.
While she thought of the life she left behind, she couldn't help but wonder the life her aunt would help her start. Had she only know that as the ship sailed its way to New York, her aunt was about to draw her last breath.
*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*
The young woman could be no more than thirty, and already a widow her husband died on the journey there. She had just started a school for girls and was surprised at the amount of pupils, both borders and non. This was her routine; she traveled to buy her required newspapers for the girls to study from. The fact that they were women was no reason for them to be oblivious to the world around them. So deep was she in her thoughts, that she never saw the black carriage and horses Barreling towards her like the coach of hell that came to claim those who passed and carry their souls to the next life. Before any one could save her, her life had been taken. Her last thought was of a life that was about to start here, and no one to help the mere child. She was 17 but she was still a child and she was still her niece, with the last thought her eyes closed and her body began to die *~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~*
Saiorse was alone and knew nothing of these events or of those to take place
A/N: plz review I need feedback if this is to continue thank you and yes there will be NEWSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay lol thanks
Disclaimer: I own Saiorse and her family and any other character you don't recognize all the rest belong to Disney
I'm sorry I had to repost I did some checking but I couldn't stand the grammar