I wrote this oneshot a while ago and decided to keep going than in part to my lovely reviewer, Quirkey Dell (sorry if that's misspelled, it's late, let me know)

the begining switches between what the newsies/streetrats (they) say and what the rich girls says sorry if it's confusing

They say: ya don no wat its like

And it's true

ya don no wat its like ter go hungry

it's true

ya don no wat it's like livin on da streets

how could I?

Growin up fas' an growing hard fasta, no muddah bad fada, or no fada poor muddah, watchin everyone you love leave

They think none can understand their pain. That they're the only ones. They think they have it bad but I envy them every day. Every moment I wish and pray with all my heart that that could be me. They think they know loneliness because they grew up alone. They don't know that it's worse to always be with people and still be alone. They don't know that it's worse to always be with people and still be alone. They think that know fear because life on the streets is rough and the demons in their dreams are scary. They don't know what it's like to have your life controlled by others Because I have no choice, if I fight back, change, I'll loose my "friends" and the scant companionship I live on now.

They think I'm lucky.

Haha.

I think they are.

A/N Don't worry I'm losing the awful accent I just wanted there to be a noticeable difference between the poor and rich. I'm pretty much just letting this story write itself, it's gonna be this girls story about her fight to get to the newsies and what happens once she does. This is one of my first stories so please give me feedback, I don't care If it sux Im still gonna write it let me know if there are mary sues blah blah blah. If you read all that you're my hero...Ok review! Thank you!

Midnight