My Specs

10 Years Earlier

-Rosie POV-
"Rosie!" My mother yelled. My mommy was the most beautiful person I ever knew.

"Yes momma?" I questioned.

" Will you go outside to play, please. She said, crouching down and straightening my dress. " I'll come out in a minute."

I nodded and skipped out.

"Please be careful!" She yelled behind me.

"Yes mommy," I yelled back. I grabbed my dolly and started to play in the grass. My red curly hair blew in the wind. That's when stuff went down hill. There was a loud explosion and I flew backwards. My ears hurt. I looked up to see my house in flames. I wanted to cry. There was a ringing in my right ear and I couldn't ear out of it.

"Mommy!" I yelled. "Daddy!" No answer.

"Rosie!" I heard my mommy's voice yell. Suddenly she came stumbling out. She was burnt badly and her dress was dirty.

"Mommy! " I cried. My ear was still ringing.

"Run!" She yelled before collapsing to the ground. I obeyed and rad as fast as my tiny legs would take me. I was very small for an average five year old so it wasn't very fast.

I ran until it got dark. I decided to sleep in an ally inside a box. My ear stopped ringing, but i still couldn't hear out of it. Seems like I couldn't change that. I fell onto a restless sleep. Shivering and hungry.

-5 weeks later-

I was starving and my dress was torn. I wanted food. Thays all I wanted. I stumbled over my own feet clumsily. I still couldn't hear out of my ear and I just accepted it by now. I quietly snook behind a cart with bread, stole a loaf and ran. O didn't stop until I new I was out of the sight of the cart. I new I needed a job. The problem is, no one will hire a five year old girl. Unless... I was a newsie! The always fascinated me and I feel like I would be very good at selling news papers. I stared to walk where the news boys were located. A tall boy with notice me a smiled.

"Look what wese got here!" He laughed.

"I wanna be a newsie," I said as I looked tactile boys. The tall boy crouched down to me.

"What's your name?'

"Rosie. And yours?" I asked

"Names Jack. You're a little thing aren't you. How old are ya?" He said loudly.

"Five."

"If anyone asks, you're 3. Younger sells more," he said as he stood up smiling. "Now we need to get us some clothes. Crutchie, do you have any old clothes Rosie here can use?" He asked a small boy leaning on a crutch.

"Sure thing Jack! They might be too small on her though," the boy named Crutchie said as her headed into the lodge house.

"Okay, now there is only one problem. Pulitzer only allows boys to be newsies. Your hair is short enough that with a little dirt on your face, you could probably pass of as one," Jack said as he ruffled my hair.

Crutchie came back with a pile of clothes. He handed them yo me and Jack pushed me towards the lodge house. There was a red and white striped sleeveless shirt, suspenders, a bottom up shirt, a vest, pants, a hat, boots, and suspenders. Everything was too big on me, but I made do. I put the hat over my head and walked out of the house.

"Look at her! Just like a newsies!" Jack exclaimed as he lifted me up. "Welcome to the Newsies!" He said as he spit into his hand and held it out. I made a disgusted face. "It's business," he added. I shrugged, spit into my palm and We shook hands.

"Hey Jack! The goil needs a nickname!" A boy with a cigar hanging out of his mouth exclaimed.

"How about sweet cheeks, " a young boy said as he put his arm around my shoulder.

"Lay off the goil Romeo!" A boy with a slingshot said as he playfully pushed Romeo.

"How about, Fluffy!" Everyone got quiet.

"She's not a dog, Elmer," Jack said as he hit Elmer with his hat. Everone started talking over each other.

"How about Tiny?" A cute boy with blonde curly hair and specs said.

"Yes! Specs that's perfect. What do you think Rosie? You like that?" Jack said excitedly. I nodded. "Great! Know let's go carry the banner! Specs, will you help Tiny?"

"Sure thing Jack!" Specs said as he ran up to me.

We walked to the station where we bought the papers.

"That's Mr. Weisel. We all call him weasel though, " Specs said pointing to a man behind a cart of papers. "The two boys next to him are the Delancey brother. Oscar and Morris. They are trouble," he warned. "Do you have any money?" He asked.

"No."

"Here is 20 cents. Thays brought for 20 papes. We'll start you on that," he said as he handed the money. I thanked him. I was soon next in line.

"20 papes, please," I said as I handed weasel the money.

"A new kid huh. Little one at that. 20 papers Morris," weasel said as he took my money. Morris gave me my papes with a smirk. Specs bought his papes and walked with me.

"Okay, so here's the deal. Rich women you act sick and pitiful. Rick business men you belt out an interesting headline. Got it?" He instructed

"Go it," I said as I walked to a rich lady. "Excuse ma'am, " I fake coughed, " would you buy a pape? " I said with big eyes.

"Oh of coarse honey," she said wiping tears and giving me a dime. When the lady walked away, Specs came up to me.

"You'se a natural!" He exclaimed. I looked at him and smiled. I think I'll enjoy being a Newsie.

A/n: I hoped you guys enjoyed this! Right now Jack is 7, Specs is 6, Romeo and Finch are also 6, Race is 7, and Crutchie is 5 almost 6. As you know, Tiny (Rosie) is 5. This is following the Broadway version. Hope you guys enjoy!