Newsies: Welcome Autumn.

Chapter 7: Theater's in chaos.

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!

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Chapter 7: Theater's in chaos.

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Celeste left the lodging that night, furious. She stomped straight out of that house, not turning back for a second glance. She had had with arrogant Newsies. With their 'I own everything' attitude. She stormed down the streets, pushing past pedestrians that turned their noses up to her rudeness. She simply shrugged them off. She marched down the sidewalk, swinging her arms, mad with anger. She felt like a solider marching to war. She felt like she was on a mission, and anyone in her way would get killed. No prisoners. She was set on getting away from William and his band of rude, good looking, selfish, nasty, self indulgent boys. She was so mad. Couldn't you tell?

She entered the theater to more of what she didn't need. Newsies and chaos. A boy was sprawled out on the stage, surrounded by a teary girl and Medda. Medda was wrapping his chest with bandages, whilst the crying girl held the boys hand tightly. She drew her eyes up to the other figures standing down stage left. A boy was shaking with what appeared to be fear, while the other hung his head low. She took a quiet step forward, moving closer to Medda. The crying girl drew her eyes up to Celeste, letting out a small whimper. Medda brought her eyes up, her face was laced with sweat.

'Oh hun'!' Medda sat up quickly, brushing her hands down her purple dress. She flicked her hair from her eyes, bustling over to me. She pressed her hands to Celeste's face, rubbing her cheeks. 'Oh dear, where have you been?' She asked.

'Out.' Celeste mumbled. Medda nodded understandingly, but Celeste knew she would ask the questions later. Medda knelt back down by the boys side, fiddling with his bandages. 'What happened?' She asked. Celeste eyed the boys standing down stage, her hands finding their way on her hips. She raised her brow to them, poising the question on anyone in the room.

'I-Isn't obvious?' The crying girl snapped. 'This poor boys been injured.' She sat up from the boy, who laid on the stage, his sides wrapped tightly in bandages. Celeste furrowed her brows. Who was that girl? And who did she think she was? She didn't have the right to speak to Celeste like that.

'I was just asking!' Celeste snapped back. 'This boy just happens to be sprawled out all over my home.' As soon as she'd finished, both of the boys attention was now on her and the girl. The crying girl stood up from the boy, balling up her fists.

'That 'boys' name is Leo.' She hissed. 'And I don't care!' She was shaking with anger. She was red faced and furious at Celeste. Celeste didn't need this girl, she was tired of people being so mellow dramatic about everything.

'Who cares?' Celeste shouted, throwing her arms up. 'Not me, that's for sure.' She pushed past the girl, but the crying girl blocked her way. She pushed her back. Her force was surprisingly strong. She knocked Celeste back at least two steps. Medda was pulling the unconscious boy back, allowing the two girls room, as if she was encouraging them to fight. Instead, Medda was just making sure the boy wasn't hurt further. The tears girl stood up, shaking her head.

'I care!' The crying girl yelled. 'I CARE!' She sobbed. Medda intervened, stepping between us.

'Girls - not now.' She said. The crying girl clenched her jaw shut, turning away. She stalked away, moving over to the boys. Medda turned to Celeste, shaking her head sadly. 'Walk with me.'

Medda and Celeste moved backstage, discussing the boy. 'They came in carrying him. He was beaten to the bone, poor child.' She paused, glancing behind us. 'The girl, her name's Anastasia.' Medda chewed her lip as we continued down through the theater. 'Anastasia told me that Jack, one of the boys, had beaten Leo out of anger.' Celeste stared at Medda is disbelief.

'This boy, almost killed Leo, and you - didn't call the police?' She was stunned. What was Medda thinking?

'The other boy, Spot, said he wasn't dangerous. He was just angry, and that Spot could handle him.' Medda looked at Celeste with worry in her eyes. It didn't help the situation. Celeste didn't like Jack Kelly. Not one little bit.

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Kitty Parks was done with this town. She was sick to death with it. Bobby had tried to kiss her, and she didn't want his affection. She didn't want it. She didn't know what she wanted. She is what you would call, stuck. She had no idea which way her life was going, how it was turning and spiraling out of control. And personally, she didn't really care. She had no family, and no money. She had a cruddy life, and a cruddy job. Easily replaced. She didn't matter. She wasn't needed. She could vanish and no one would really even care. She had found a little hidey hole on the roof of an apartment building. She was alone, besides some cooing pigeons. Kitty enjoyed the company of animals. She liked how they didn't bother her. Or annoy her. They just sat there, minding their own business. Unlike humans, who annoyed the crap out of poor Kitty.

Their need for human interaction. The need for food and water. The need for shelter and warmth. The need for power and money. The need for freedom. To escape the city. New York wasn't worth her wait. She needed out, and she needed out now. She needed to leave her prison, her cell, her hell. She never had felt so much self pitty. She hated herself, and yet she loved reflecting and feeling sorry for herself. It made her feel free. It made her feel like she could escape her life, and dream up a new one. She rested her head against the roof wall, closing her eyes.

She dreamt of a time where she didn't need to work. A time where she wasn't bugged by hunger or thirst, or warmth or money. Povety didn't exist. She dreamt of something she thought she'd never really ever dream of again.

She dreamt of Jack Kelly.

Sorry it's so short, I just need to sort some things out. :)