All or Nothing

Hey! It's Hollywood! This is my first story I have ever posted and the plot is still a little sketchy in my head. Please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own ANY Newsies (duh)

Ch.1

For the first time Callia could remember, she was alone. As she stared, shivering in the cold of the winter, at the orphanage, the most steady home she had ever had, a feeling of dread crept over her. She had nowhere to go. She looked down at her hand clutching the money the supervisor at the orphanage had thrust at her as she pushed Callia out the door. The older woman had frenziedly explained that a new child had come and they needed her bed. Callia understood, at fifteen she had been expecting this for a while. Most children had been kicked out at around thirteen.

She had been barely ten when she had first come to the orphanage, a looming stone building, large from the outside, but on the inside it seemed there was never enough room for all the children to fit comfortably. Callia had never been part of a normal family dynamic, and remembered nothing of her father or mother. She had grown up being passed around by disgruntled relatives. By the time she had been at a house for a month, her welcome and the charity of her relations had worn out, and she was passed on to the next assemblage. She remembered little of those days, and her most cherished memories were those of the orphanage.

Hearing a dog howl far off in the night, Callia slipped out of her dreamlike reminiscing and let the reasonable part of her brain take over, and as if in a trance, began to walk off into the fading light of day. She saw a few boys heading into "The Newsboys' Lodging House" and longed for the security that came with knowing you had a bed to sleep in each night. She knew she needed to find a house, and more importantly a job, but for the moment all she wanted to do was sleep. Instead of using the small amount of money that was still gripped tightly in her hand to pay for a night in a rundown motel, she settled down on a bench, curling herself into a ball. Looking out into the uncannily silent night that had enveloped the usually busy New York, Callia felt unexpectedly peaceful. She had no problems that couldn't wait until the morning. Closing her eyes, she bowed into a smaller ball. It was going to be a cold night.

AN: Expect an update relativaly soon. I have finals this week, but i get most of the hard ones outof the way tommorow. Please Review!

Gracias!