ok, before i begin, let me say a few things. one, this is my first attempted Newsies fanfic. well, yeah, that pretty much sums it up. i appreciate constructive criticism, but please no flames. i know there are numerous people opposed to a girl newsie, but this ones been in my mind for so long, i need to get her down on paper! just let me know if you have any suggestions for ideas or anything. oh yeah, one more thing, im terrible at writing with a new york accent, so as much as id like to do it, im not going to
There was a knock on the door of the Manhattan newsboys' lodging house. Jack happened to be coming down the stairs at that moment and opened the door. An unfamiliar newsies stood in the doorway. He was leading a rather large horse that had a girl on its back.
"Can I help you?" Jack asked, removing his hat, although the girl didn't seem to notice. She was staring quite intently at the sign above the door.
"Yeah. You Cowboy?" Jack nodded. "I'm Shorty, from Long Island. River requested that this," he nodded toward the dreaming looking girl, "be sent back to you."
"How can she be sent back-"
"Her name's Mustang. Well, it was. She came to us from here. A couple days ago, she got in a fight, fell off her horse, and hit her head bad. She don't remember anything. There was a time when she said she lived in Manhattan...she blacked out right after she said that, but we figured you guys would know what to do with her." Jack's eyes widened. He did remember this girl. She was a very impressive newsie, and a fairly odd person.
"Take the horse out back, I'll take her inside." He moved over and helped her down from the horse.
"Who are you? Where am I? I know you, but I just can't remember..." She touched Jack's face and he could see the pain in her eyes. She didn't know who she was.
"By the way," Shorty called, leading the horse away, "she goes by Cassandra. Thinks that's her name. I'll see ya around Cowboy."
"Come on Cassandra," Jack said gently, leading her insdie by the elbow. He had to admit, it was terrible to see her like this. He remembered her as very independent. As they came up the stairs, the other newsies turned, removing their hats when they saw her. Dutchy was the first to say anything. He stood, looking beyond shocked.
"Mustang?" When she had lived in Manhattan they had been very close. Her eyes widened and she walked up to him. Her eyes searched his face and she touched his hair.
"I know you, I know I do..." Dutchy of course had no idea what she was talking about.
"She don't remember nothin Dutchy. That's why they sent her back. She hit her head and forgot everything." Jack stepped forward and regained his hold on Mustang's elbow and lead her back toward the stairs, realizing he should probably tell Kloppman. She pulled away and walked back to Dutchy who was looking as though someone had just smacked him across the face.
"I might not remember you now, but I will. I promise. I know I know who you are. I know I know who all of you are," she looked around at all the newsies in the room,"I just need some time." She hugged Dutchy, who didn't react in any way, still seeming to be frozen. She straightened up and quite without warning collapsed to the ground.
ok, let me know what you think please. ill take any ideas, but just FYI, im not gonna make any of the newsies gay. i dont have anything against it, i just dont like to make characters something different than how they were origanaly. it is for this reason that i chose Dutchy, as opposed to someone whose pepsonality is clear in the movie. and of course, i love Dutchy!