I don't own Newsies! Princess is mine, and the plot.
Italics are her thoughts or anyone's if they are stated otherwise.
Now let's get on with the show.
Jane walked up to the door, she was hoping someone would answer.
She knocked on the door three times with her knuckles and waited. When no one came to the door she started to cry. Then when she thought that thinks couldn't get any worse the thing she had been praying not to happen did. It started to rain. To her, being only 8, it seemed as if good was crying for her. She had nowhere to go. She walked down the steps and started down the street when she saw an ally next to the warehouse. She slowly walked in; well this is the best I am going to find.
At the end of the ally there was a pile of crates. In between them and the wall there was a space just big enough for her. She is a very small; this is what happens when your father doesn't feed you for weeks. She crawled in the space and put her bag down and used it as a pillow. All she did for most of the night was cry. By the time she fell asleep it was starting to get lighter out.
*~Dream~* (in Jane's prospective)
I am running though Harlem franticly, scared for my life! I know that once I passed where the border to Harlem is I am safe, daddy can't go there. I can hear him behind me. I finally pass the safe point, I can hear him curse behind me. I keep running, into Brooklyn, into the ally, behind the crates. Then I hear footsteps.
*~End of Dream~* (still in Jane's prospective)
I hear footsteps and some voices. They are men's voices.
"Hey Boss, what do we have here" I heard a boy ask.
"I don't know Boys, what does it look like?" Another asked.
"Why don't ya check Boss?" One asked laughing.
Tears started to slid down my face, I was terrified. They are going to try to make me talk. Or they were going to hurt me.
"Hey," one said, he was kneeling on the ground in front of me, "are you alright sweetheart? We are not gonna hurt you." He said in a comforting voice. I looked at him, he had blond hair that went down to his eyes, and his eye, oh his eyes, were a blue gray color. He held his hand out to me I looked at it. "It is going to rain soon. Do you want to come inside?" He asked, he moved his had closer. I nodded and placed my hand in his gently. He pulled me to my feet.
"Grab her bag." He ordered to one of the boys, and one of them picked it up. I held my hand up to stop him. "They an't gonna take anything." I shook my head and un zipped the bag, taking my book out and hugging it. He took my hand and began walking again.
"Me names Spot Conlon by the way." He said smiling. I nodded but kept my eyes forward. "Ya got a name?" Spot asked.
Uh-oh. I looked up at him with small sad eyes. He looked down at me. You just wouldn't understand.
So what do you think so far? R&R would be nice. I think I am going to update every few days. But school is starting soon and I am will have my hands full. But otherwise expect one every few days. Casting call! I need some Brooklyn boys!