Ink's POV
Last night I had dreamed that all of this wasn't real. I had never become a newsie, neither head Race, and our parents were still in business together. Needless to say I was more than disappointed when I woke up. The days have started to mesh together, every day that same thing. Wake up, stand until the DeLancey's dismiss us, then we sit around until they decide to feed us. We have to keep quiet or else they'll beat one of us senseless.
My long hair started to get like a rats nest, and luckily Click had a pocket knife with him. So one night I borrowed it and cut off my long, silky, braid, now fully taking on the appearance of a newsie.
TIME SKIP
I've been thinking of was to get out of this hell hole since that night that Race came. And I've finally got one! The next time he comes I'll send a newsie with him. There are too many here for Snyder or the DeLancey's to keep track of, so they won't notice... at least I hope they won't.
A/N: So this chapter is on the shorter side, I hope you all had a great holiday, be it whatever you celebrate! And idk if you saw, but IM GOING TO BROADWAYCON!!!!!
Have a great rest of 2017!!
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Letters From the Refuge (A Newsies Fanfic)
Fiksi PenggemarJulia has just taken on the disguise of a newsie named Ink. What will happen when she finds herself trapped in the refuge? Will she make it out alive or not? Will anyone find out who she really is? (Extremely Slow Updates!) **Disclaimer: I do not ow...
