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The dream and the day after.
Alley soon fell asleep. She began to dream of that horrible night. She had just turned four and she had just gone to bed after a long day. She had pretended to be asleep when her mother's ex-boyfriend came in and started to undress her. She looked up at him and screamed as his hand traveled to her mouth and the other to a place a hand should never go. She was used to this but it still scared her. He was molesting her when her father came in with her mother. All she could remember from then was her father picking her up and something sharp going into her skin but nothing more. When she finally woke up she was in a corner her house in flames and her parents, and their murderer were dead. She started screaming but soon fell unconscious again due to pain and the smoke. When she finally did wake up pretty much well she was informed that she had been blamed for her family's death. She got no trail no one heard evidence for or against her she was just sentenced to the refugee. She was in solitary confinement at the refugee. She was six before she got out under the condition that she worked and didn't break any laws. Out of good behavior so they said. In truth they had nothing to hold her on.
When she left the refugee she headed to Brooklyn to see if she could find the ruins of her home but she had no luck. She ended up falling asleep in an alley her arm around a little black kitten. This was how Spot and the other Brooklyn Newsies found her. It didn't take long for Alley or Spot to realize that they knew each other. (but that's for another story). She'd been working with the Brooklyn Newsies ever since. She'd been working with the Manhattan boys since she was ten. Everyone called her Alley Cat because every time she was in trouble or she entered an alley a cat was close behind.
She woke up suddenly crying. She hated having that dream. That night still haunted her and she hated how it had ruined her life. Mr. Kloppman tapped on her door.
"Alley it's time to Carry the Banner. Some of the boys have already left."
"Thanks." She got up and headed down to the distribution area drying her eyes. She wasn't going to let them see her crying. She stopped short as she saw the guys crowded around. "Why no papes?"
"They jacked up the price. 60 cents a 100"
"What they can't do that!"
"Apparently they can." They all saw Jack and started to tell him. He sat down to think. What came out of his mouth next she never thought she'd hear.
"Yay, a strike."
"Jack I can't go on strike. Are you crazy!" They headed out to the square.
"Alley yes you can. No one is gonna sell papes if we don't sell papes."
"Jack you don't get it. Synder'll put me back in the refugee before nightfall if he knows. I ain't riskin' it Jack. I ain't goin' back to no refugee."
"Al' Cat we'll keep you safe."
" I guess but still." She watched and listened as the sang the World Will Know. As Jack went in to talk to Pulitzer, she headed to the Brooklyn bridge. However she ran into Denton first.
"Wait you're the only girl here aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm sorry sir but I'm really in a hurry."
"What's your name?"
"Alley"
"As in Alley Trinity."
"Yes"
"I remember reading your name in the paper years back."
"Yay doesn't everyone," she said angrily.
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever." She ran off towards the Brooklyn Bridge and got across just in time to get papes to sell.
When she was done she headed to find Spot…
a/n: well that's it for now. Please review. It'll get better I promise but probably not until I start my other fanfic. But yes please review I feel all sad when you don't. I hope you all like it. And again I don't own the Newsies though I wish I did. Evil Disney…not I love Disney. I'm only commandeering them with intent to give them back. Sometime. Schools in so it's gonna take some time to update unless I'm lucky with the no homework thing.