Hey! I know I only got one review, but its my first published fic and I
don't mind. As for my bad proof-reading, I'm sorry about that, I'm a bad
speller, and I don't have spell check on this program. The thing about
"Newsy" vs "Newsie" has left me torn, I have always been confused as to
which, on my Newsies Hoodie, Newsy is spelled with a y. I don't think its
that big of a deal and can go either way, so I'm just gonna spell is with a
y for consistency(Sp)
Oh yeah, and a disclaimer is what I forgot:
I don't own "Newsies" or any of the Newsies in this fan fiction, with the exception of Breanna, Erin and Sive. Disney has rights to the movie. blah blah blah.
And on with the fic
David was rather intelligent for a Newsy. He would say words that I, and even Erin couldn't't understand. The things we learned from him about selling newspapers were so strange coming out of his mouth.
"The first thing I learned when I became a newsy was that Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. That means that, okay let me find a good example." David faced all three of us and raised his arms to demonstrate, "Say an article reads, 'Train crash causes 12 deaths' a newsy would say, 'Coincidence or not? Train crash causes dozens of deaths!'"
"But thats lying!" I replied
"No. No it is not't, its just modifying the truth."
"I think I understand" said Erin taking a paper and saying at the top of her voice, "The mayors niece has suddenly disappeared off the face of this earth, presumed dead!" referring to the article about how the mayors niece had run off. Immediately 2 woman gave her a penny each and took a 2 papers.
"Very nice!" said David enthusiastically.
Most of the day Erin and I were just traveling close behind David and Breanna, as they were deep in conversation. By the end of the day I had sold 20 newspapers! I was so proud, and as I handed my earnings to my eldest sister as we were about to part from David.
"Wait!" he said "Where are you going to sleep tonight, I mean, you got a place to go?"
"Its no big deal, we go here or there." replied Breanna
"Oh okay, but you better find yourself a place pretty soon, your gonna freeze in the winter"
"We already spent one winter on the streets, we can make it." I said, sounded exactly like Breanna
"But still, its not safe, you know? You should talk to the guys tomorrow about staying in the lodging house"
"You expect us to sleep in dirty conditions with males surrounding us, momma and papa would never approve of it!" said Erin
"Its better then living on the streets" David pointed out. We were defeated, David had a point. Anything with for walls and a ceiling was better than being out in the cold.
"Listen, um, I know it isn't a good idea, and if anything it wont be steady, but why don't I ask my parents if you could sleep at my place tonight?"
"You don't sleep with the other newsboys?" as David nodded, I noticed that Breanna had been quiet through the whole conversation. She was standing right behind David, and she looked like above everything she would like to meet Davids parents.
"Well, since your the oldest" said David turning to Breanna, "Its really your decision isn't it?"
"I suppose that if your parents approve, it would be suitable for a night, just one."
"Okay, um, this is my house right here" he said motioning toward the building they were in front of.
I had no idea that we were that close, how strangely convenient.
We walked in to Davids apartment, and after a good few minutes he convinced his parents to let the girls spend the night, after 10 pm there was no further contact with David for the night. His parents viewed it inappropriate..
The next day we pretty much similar as the day before. We met more of the newsboys and really got to know them. I had met Davids brother Les, and we got along very well. We were very close in age, and although he was a boy, and I was a girl, we became good friends. The next week was just a blur. We moved into the lodging house, and a pattern began to show. Wake up, wash, buy, sell, eat, buy, sell, eat, sleep. Pretty easy to follow, it gave us enough free time between the morning edition and evening edition newspapers. Speaking of selling, I was up to 100 papes a day, not bad, eh? Life was going so smoothly, and the thought of our dear Ireland hit every now and then. I would be so happy, fooling around, selling newspapers and even the simplest of things with remind me of my homeland. As long as I live I will never forget it. Speaking of selling, I was up to 100 papes a day, not bad, eh?
Breanna and David were spending more and more time alone together as the days went on, they liked to sell together, and the boys would ofter tease Davey. In no more than two weeks time it was announced that they were dating. I couldn't't understand the concept of dating, why not just get married? They always did the silliest things like playing with each-others hair and holding hands. As far as I saw it, "ick" but then again I was only 10 years old.
I can not remember to this day seeing my parents in-love. I'm sure they had been, but I never had a picture to go along with the thought. What they did remind me of was my Uncle Bran and Aunt Gretch. As the weeks went on, and they did fly by, summer turned into winter and so on, Breanna reminded me more and more of my Aunt Gretchen. She became so motherly and you could see something Gretchen-like in her eye. When I told her this she was utterly shocked.
"Aunt Gretchen? Why I hardly think about her anymore! Do I really remind you of her?" I remembered how much I cared for my Aunt Gretchen for the short while we lived with her, but I knew in my heart of hearts that Breanna had adored her even more.
"Well then its settled" said Davey(who by the way was around more then ever), "forever more you are Gretch" we all chuckled a bit, but the name did catch on, and pretty soon every newsy in Manhattan was calling her Gretch.
Oh yeah, and a disclaimer is what I forgot:
I don't own "Newsies" or any of the Newsies in this fan fiction, with the exception of Breanna, Erin and Sive. Disney has rights to the movie. blah blah blah.
And on with the fic
David was rather intelligent for a Newsy. He would say words that I, and even Erin couldn't't understand. The things we learned from him about selling newspapers were so strange coming out of his mouth.
"The first thing I learned when I became a newsy was that Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. That means that, okay let me find a good example." David faced all three of us and raised his arms to demonstrate, "Say an article reads, 'Train crash causes 12 deaths' a newsy would say, 'Coincidence or not? Train crash causes dozens of deaths!'"
"But thats lying!" I replied
"No. No it is not't, its just modifying the truth."
"I think I understand" said Erin taking a paper and saying at the top of her voice, "The mayors niece has suddenly disappeared off the face of this earth, presumed dead!" referring to the article about how the mayors niece had run off. Immediately 2 woman gave her a penny each and took a 2 papers.
"Very nice!" said David enthusiastically.
Most of the day Erin and I were just traveling close behind David and Breanna, as they were deep in conversation. By the end of the day I had sold 20 newspapers! I was so proud, and as I handed my earnings to my eldest sister as we were about to part from David.
"Wait!" he said "Where are you going to sleep tonight, I mean, you got a place to go?"
"Its no big deal, we go here or there." replied Breanna
"Oh okay, but you better find yourself a place pretty soon, your gonna freeze in the winter"
"We already spent one winter on the streets, we can make it." I said, sounded exactly like Breanna
"But still, its not safe, you know? You should talk to the guys tomorrow about staying in the lodging house"
"You expect us to sleep in dirty conditions with males surrounding us, momma and papa would never approve of it!" said Erin
"Its better then living on the streets" David pointed out. We were defeated, David had a point. Anything with for walls and a ceiling was better than being out in the cold.
"Listen, um, I know it isn't a good idea, and if anything it wont be steady, but why don't I ask my parents if you could sleep at my place tonight?"
"You don't sleep with the other newsboys?" as David nodded, I noticed that Breanna had been quiet through the whole conversation. She was standing right behind David, and she looked like above everything she would like to meet Davids parents.
"Well, since your the oldest" said David turning to Breanna, "Its really your decision isn't it?"
"I suppose that if your parents approve, it would be suitable for a night, just one."
"Okay, um, this is my house right here" he said motioning toward the building they were in front of.
I had no idea that we were that close, how strangely convenient.
We walked in to Davids apartment, and after a good few minutes he convinced his parents to let the girls spend the night, after 10 pm there was no further contact with David for the night. His parents viewed it inappropriate..
The next day we pretty much similar as the day before. We met more of the newsboys and really got to know them. I had met Davids brother Les, and we got along very well. We were very close in age, and although he was a boy, and I was a girl, we became good friends. The next week was just a blur. We moved into the lodging house, and a pattern began to show. Wake up, wash, buy, sell, eat, buy, sell, eat, sleep. Pretty easy to follow, it gave us enough free time between the morning edition and evening edition newspapers. Speaking of selling, I was up to 100 papes a day, not bad, eh? Life was going so smoothly, and the thought of our dear Ireland hit every now and then. I would be so happy, fooling around, selling newspapers and even the simplest of things with remind me of my homeland. As long as I live I will never forget it. Speaking of selling, I was up to 100 papes a day, not bad, eh?
Breanna and David were spending more and more time alone together as the days went on, they liked to sell together, and the boys would ofter tease Davey. In no more than two weeks time it was announced that they were dating. I couldn't't understand the concept of dating, why not just get married? They always did the silliest things like playing with each-others hair and holding hands. As far as I saw it, "ick" but then again I was only 10 years old.
I can not remember to this day seeing my parents in-love. I'm sure they had been, but I never had a picture to go along with the thought. What they did remind me of was my Uncle Bran and Aunt Gretch. As the weeks went on, and they did fly by, summer turned into winter and so on, Breanna reminded me more and more of my Aunt Gretchen. She became so motherly and you could see something Gretchen-like in her eye. When I told her this she was utterly shocked.
"Aunt Gretchen? Why I hardly think about her anymore! Do I really remind you of her?" I remembered how much I cared for my Aunt Gretchen for the short while we lived with her, but I knew in my heart of hearts that Breanna had adored her even more.
"Well then its settled" said Davey(who by the way was around more then ever), "forever more you are Gretch" we all chuckled a bit, but the name did catch on, and pretty soon every newsy in Manhattan was calling her Gretch.