THE kids DONT STAND A CHANCE- mini leaders (12>)

[Princess]

I DIDN'T LIKE THE BUSINESS BUT THAT WAS AT FIRST GLANCE
•THE KIDS DON'T STAND A CHANCE•
YOUR PILLOW FEELS SO SOFT NOW BUT STILL YOU MUST ADVANCE

Princess was 4'11, twelve years old, mute, female, and a rather successful newsie (if she could say so herself (which technically she couldn't, but I'm sure you know what I mean.)) She thought she had done pretty good in life.

Yet she must admit, it was tough stuff being so young and being a newsie. She wasn't crapping in any golden toilets lately, and being mute did not help. Of course she knew many other newsies were young as well (she had heard of a six year old in Manhattan, who she hoped ot meet today), so she knew she wasn't alone.

And so, she was calling to order a big fancy meeting. Ok, not big and fancy. (But she did have on a dress, simple she'd admit, but a dress of all things) But Miss Annie had decide that Princess could have free candy for the meeting, and she had made some sandwiches (ham and cheese and pb and j, if you were wondering) and today they were having a meeting. She had a name in mind. But until they rest got here, she would have to wait. She pictured herself as a bit of a leader for the group, but that was just a dream.

She wondered when the rest would get here. She was excited to see when the others would come. Until then, she set the table that she had borrowed from Ms. Annie, hoping she had enough placed. She knew she had plenty of sandwiches (She had made thirty, she was rather excited), and even more candy. When she finished, she sat in a chair in fidgeted. Excited about everything.

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•STATUS• finished
•WORDS• 260-ish
•TAGS• The future leaders of the new york newsie association (inc)
•OUTFIT• (CLICK HERE)
•NOTES• Muse: Good
•CREDITS• template to LOLLYX@CAUTION 2.0

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[Peanut]

Peanut getting to Staten Island was quite the story. He had been selling the five newspapers he got from Scout, and had finished early, Scout had been selling to some man, and Peanut just sort of wandered off. He wandered onto a trolley, and sat there for a while, talking to an old lady about Joey the Sock Monkey, who was with him still. After that, got off in the most random place, then continued walking. He walked past a bunch of old ladies who watched him pass, rearrange their cups, then walk away, and then walked onto a random boat.

That boat apparently, decided that it was going to go to Staten Island. He hadn't even stopped walking while on the boat! He kept rearranging things, and the people didn't bother to stop him since they thought Peanut to adorable, and would fix it later. They just didnt' want to ruin the kid's 'fun.' Too bad they didn't know it was actually something that was wrong with him. Walking off the boat like nothing had happened, he looked around, still walking. He took Joey the Sock Monkey's arms and tied them around his neck.

Walking around, he tried to scratch at his arms through the fabric of the sleeves he was wearing, but to no avail. After all, as a precaution one of the older newsies had wrapped his arms up along with his nails. Peanut didn't mind being wrapped up, he was used to it, he didn't even know other kids didn't have to wrap up their arms and fingers. The other Queens newsies just told him that he was different because he knew what the weather was going to be that day. So he just went along with that.

Walking into a candy shop, he spotted an older girl, maybe another newsie, and waved to her. He looked out the window, then walked up to the girl, tugging on her shirt, "It's gonna be windy today." Peanut then walked over to the food at the table, and started rearranging them. To others it was probably a cute little scene; a little boy with unruly hair and a sock monkey on his back pretending to be a shop owner, but in truth, it was just that he had to put things in its 'correct' place out of his disorder.

He looked at the sandwiches, and made a face, "EW! Jelly." Peanut walked back up to the girl and said, "Do you have peanut butter? I like peanut butter. It's better than jelly! You know what I like you! You dont talk much!" Peanut hugged the girl, he was pretty easy goin gat making friends, even if they werent from the same borough as himself, or Scout, he was just a very versatile kid.

[sweetie]

How had Sweetie gotten to Staten? It was an interesting...yet sort of boring story. She had been tailing after David and Jack and Les like she usually did, when she had tuned out the rest of the world and started wandering through the streets like she was the only girl there, ten or fifteen last papers under her arm. When she had gotten to the ferry she had given the worker a pape instead of a ticket or money.

On the ferry she had stood on one of the railings and looked out with a gleam of excitement. Occasionally she would turn to the person next to her and chatter away about what she liked about the ferry or the ocean or of fairies. She would be patted on the head and told she was adorable. Once the ferry stopped and she got off, she remembered this from an outing she had shared with Davey. Staten! There was a candy shop in Staten!

Guessing from what she could remember, Sweetie skipped her way to the candy shop and into it. When inside the shop, the little brunette noticed what looked like newsies. The smaller one was doing more talking than the bigger one. Sweetie bounced over and tapped the boy on the shoulder. "Hi! I'm Sweetie!"

She looked at the older girl and grinned. "Hi! I'm Sweetie!"

[dreamer]

Princess, oh Princess, how could Dreamer describe her best girl friend in the whole world? There were so many words for the mute girl that Dreamer could use to describe her friend,so very many. The Staten Island girl was very intelligent, sweet, headstrong and loving. Dreamer was glad when she heard about Princess holding a meeting for all the little newsies and she had excitedly left the Harlem Lodging house, this time telling October where she would be so that if she went missing this time, THEY WOULD LOOK FOR HER! She chuckled abit at the thought, it hadn't been too bad being away from Harlem, sure Ryder hadn't been too pleased at first but during the week or two she had spent with him and Knockout, he had warmed up to her. Every now and again she would see him in the street and wave, he would spend a decent amount of change on a single paper, pat her on the head and tell her if she ever needed a place to stay she knew where to find him and Knockout. She would smile and nod, thank him for the change, give him a hug and take off before any of the newsies around her noticed her attachment to a thief.

She walked through the door of the candyshop, how she got there, well it wasn't too hard, she had stopped by Ryder's on her way, asked him how he was doing and if he could spare her some ferry money and he politely obliged,telling her not to worry abit. On her way out of the tenements she could've swore she saw Bullet giving a performance on the street so she stopped by, put some change into his hat, winked at him and waved before caring out her journey. The ferry ride was the best part though. She hopped on the front railings of the ferry, held her arms out to her sides and hollered at the top of her lungs "I'm the Queen of the World"....before one of the crew members chuckled and took her down that is. From then on she followed the crew member around and taunted him, every few seconds she would ask him "Are we there yet?" and he would eye her and scowl abit and politely reply with a "No" until he finally gave in when they reached the shore and replied yes. She grinned stuck her tongue out at him and skipped off the ferry.

She looked over at Princess when she entered the shop and she walked over to her happily and waved,"Heya Princess," she greeted as she took the seat beside her best friend and reserved the other seat on her other side for her other best friend,Singer. She tilted her head eyeing the empty chair for a moment though when she remembered Pirate....he would want to sit next to her too...wow she was a popular little girl these days, Bullet adored her, Fiddle thought of her as a little sister,so did October and now she had Princess and Singer as her best friends and well....Pirate, he liked her ALOT. She bit her bottom lip in thought and wonder and figured she would wait and see who sat beside her first.

[pirate]

In this dream was a boy, a boy that had no fears that could see in your soul, could see right through lies, and could see everything physically right in front of him. He walked through the fields of happiness and friends in this dream. Though Pirate wished his dream could be true. He slept thinking of a life with both eyes. No one feeling bad for him when they played with him. No one treating him differently when he was selling papes. He though this was an advantage towards money and his dates with Dreamer were possible, due to this, but he couldn't help to think that there was something missing. Maybe it was the fact that he was always defending himself. Though Dreamer and Missy made him feel whole, he wasn't.

Pirate woke up that morning with hope in his heart. He was hungry, though he knew that there would be food at Annie's. He remember Dreamer telling him about the food and the plans they had to talk about. He wondered who was going to be there and would they accept him. He got dressed after bathing and started for the candy shop. As he walked he saw families. He smiled and waved at all of them, a boy alone on the street, though he could handle his own.

He was walking down the long streets of Staten island, he remembered the meeting that Dreamer told him of. Though he didn't know why he was going he couldn't help to think that it was going to be a good experience. He walked up to the building and took a breath before entering. When he walked in he saw some friends of his and a few he didn't know. The boys fixed his eye patch before walking fully in the building. He walked over to a chair sitting down waiting for someone to talk to him.