Chapter 2

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Story:

August 16, 1898

Early one morning a young girl headed out of the Fregeau Manor. She had long flowing read hair that was pulled back in to a French braid, and very pale skin. Her cheeks and nose however, were covered in light brown sun kisses. All this made her deep emerald green eyes stand out and sparkle as the sun hit them. She was mumbling under her breath as she headed towards the small market just a few blocks away. ' I cant believe they are making me go to the market. Why cant the cheap son of a bitch just pay for a maid or a cook to do all of this. But no he has to make me go and mingle with the common folk.' She hung her head. ' Being an only child is not fun at all.'

She turned down another ally road and continued to walk for about 10 minutes more. Finally she came to a small square that was full of people selling fruits and vegetables and even more items. It was already packed full of people doing their shopping for the day. Which meant it was going to be hard work to find food worth buying that wasn't bruised or over ripe. The young girl searched through the different stands and barrels till her basket was full and she was sure that she had everything she needed. Once she had finished paying for everything she turned on her heal and walked quickly out of the market as fast as she could.

"Where ya headed wit all dat food der sweet face?" A short man asked her grabbing on to her arm.

"I'm headed home. Now if you would kindly let go of me I don't want to start anything." She said in reply.

The mans grip on her arm tightened. "What ya say we's make a little deal. I's will let ya go if you give me ya basket."

Just then a young boy jumped out from the shadows in the alley way."Heya Morris I tink I heard dat lovely young lady say dat she didn't want to start nottin. So how about you let her go before I makes ya." He said walking towards them.

"Ah beat it Higgins. Do ya really tink dat you could take me on alone!" the man called Morris said.

The boy smiled, and winked at the girl. She moved her head slightly to the right and the boy hit Morris in the face. He let go of her completely and stumbled backwards.

"You dirty rat. I'll get ya for dat one." Morris said turning and advancing at the boy and girl. He swung at the boy but he dogged it. Then it was the young Fergeau girl to take her hit. She kicked him right where the sun doesn't shine. Morris keeled over and fell to the ground rolling in pain.

"Come on." The boy said picking up the young lady's basket. "Lets get outta here."

The two ran and ran till they were near the Fergeau house.

"umm thank you. This is where I live." She said pointing to the large house.

"Oh! Wow! Well um it was nottin. Da names Racetrack, if ya is ever in trouble again just call." He said giving her a small smirk

"Yes I just might do that." She smiled back. "Oh where are my manners, my name is Meggera."

Then suddenly the smile faded from her face. ' what am I doing?" she thought to her self. "a news boy? What's the matter with you Meg, he's beneath you. Get out of here now.'

Race watched her, a confused expression crossed his face.

"Well thank you Mr. Higgins, that is your last name isn't it now? Anyway I am going to be late for tea. Good bye." And with that she turned up her nose and walked off into the garden surrounding the house.

Race was taken aback. What had just happened? ' I thought dat we's hit it off pretty well.' Race said to himself. ' oh well betta finish sellin me papes.' He turned and head back on his way to Sheepshead's. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl he had just met though. She was amazing. He smiled to himself. "Maybe she'll come around and I'll see her again."

When Meggera reached the safety of her home, she turned back to catch another glimpse of the boy who had saved her life. He was marching off his back turned to her. She could just see his dark curly hair bouncing slightly as he half ran half walked. She sighed. How could she have been so mean to such a sweet boy? Shaking her head she walked back into the house, and closed the door.

Meanwhile over in Brooklyn things were starting to get a little out of hand. Mr. Nathan Stanwood had remarried to a woman half his age. She was rather tall, about 5'9 and quite balky. She had long dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, and was as cold as ice.

"Listen here you little brat. I do not intend to have a daughter who will not go to school or associate with other young women of her age. You are 18 now Brandie and I expect you to act that way." Leanna Stanwood said.

"Well listen her Leanna, I'm not YOUR daughter. My mother is a beautiful lady and kind. And that is not you at all! I don't want to go to school anymore and you can not make me. Also I do not want to spend my time hanging around a bunch of snotty stuck up bitches. Boys are a lot nicer then girls can be." Brandie said scowling at Leanna.

"You little bitch. Don't you ever talk to me like that again! Do you hear me?!"

"Whatever you say.... Your majesty." Brandie said going into a fake curtsy, with a small smirk on her face.

"THAT'S IT!!!" Leanna yelled. She marched over to where Brandie was standing and struck her hard across that face. "That will teach you to respect you elders."

Brandie's eye's started to swell with tears. She held them back thought, she was not going to let some witch like Leanna see her cry. "You are hardly my elder. Your only 4 years older then I am. That is disgusting." And with that she turned and bolted out the door, almost knocking her father over as she ran past.

"BRANDIE! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!" He called after her. But she didn't reply.

She just ran, tears streaming down her face, not watching where she was going. "I hate you Leanna I hate you more then anyone in the world." She yelled as she ran down by the docks. Suddenly she hit someone dead on knocking them both to the ground. Papers fluttered down all around her, she was still crying uncontrollably

"Damn! Can't yea watch were yous is goin you whore." A male voice said very angrily.

"I.. aint...no...whore!" Brandie said through tears. "But ..I...am...sorry."

The boy was about to comment again, but stopped in mid sentence. " Yous alright der doll face?" he asked instead, dropping back down to sit beside her.

"GO AWAY!" she yelled.

"Calm down der doll I aint gonna hoit ya."

"I hate my step mother. I hate life. Can you please go away."

"I aint leavin a poor thing like you alone. I's is gonna take you wit me to sell papes with me." He said standing up and helping her up.

Brandie looked up at him for the first time. He had sand brown hair that was mostly covered by his black cap. He had a white shirt and black pants with red suspenders off his shoulders. Then she saw his face. His eyes were the most intriguing eyes she had ever seen. They were a greyish, blue and when she looked into them she felt almost cold and had to look away.

"oh, gusse yous wants to know me name den." He said.

"yes," she said coldly.

"it's Spot. Spot Conlon leader of de Brooklyn Newsies. I was gonna ask yea what yous is doin on me territory but I decided dat yous has been through enough.....uh I don't tink I caught your name." He said a small smirk creeping across his face.

"It's Brandie Stanwood." She said.

"Well doll, you can help me gather up da papes you knocked out of my hands. Den we can go and I'll show ya how de professional Newsies sell." Spot said.

Brandie stood there. A dumb founded expression on her face. Spot laughed at her, and then hit her lightly on the back. "I tink yous and I are gonna get along just fine."

A.N well there you go! That the second chapter! It maybe kinda short but that's all I'm writing for this chapter. The next one might be longer I don't know! Lol well hope you bums liked it! Haha you guts aren't bums you are amazing people that I love dearly! Haha anyway review and tell me what you think!

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