Marcella Crocetti, aka Hero, loses her dad soon after they leave her alcoholic mother. But, she met Racetrack Higgins and they found the Newsboys Lodging House together. It is now 1899 and things are changing; and it's not just the strike that's new...
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5 years ago...
"Now Marchella, you are to not come out of your closet until I come get you ok? Under no circumstances should you come out, understand?"
The 10 year old girl nodded her head at her mother's orders.
Her mother praised her and shoved her into her closet.This happened every night her dad said he'd be late coming home from work.
The little girl always heard the voice of a man talking to her mother every time this happened. Except, it was never her father. She could hear one now, making loud noises with her mother. It often frightened her. She was told to never tell her father though, so she didn't.
But suddenly, she heard something different. She heard her father. But he sounded mad. Really mad. He was yelling very loudly, yelling words she has never heard before. A door slammed and the other man's voice disappeared. However, the yelling between her mother and father only got louder. She heard stomping towards her room. Her door opened. She cowered in her closet, putting her head in her knees. The door to the closet opened quickly.
"It's ok Marchella, ti amo, ti amo." It was my father. I hugged my father, crying into his chest. "Let's go, grab your things." Her father grabbed a bag from her closet while she ran to her desk to grab her journal.
"So that's it? You're gonna just take her?" The little girl turned to see her mother in the doorway, half clothed, and drinking from a large bottle.
"Yes, i am." My father continued to put some of my clothes in my bag.
"Fine. She only ever got in my way anyways. She's worthless." She stared directly into the girls eyes. Never before has she experienced such hatred.
"We're leaving now." Her father picked her up and grabbed her bag. He moved past his wife in the doorway and stomped through the house. He kicked the door open and walked down the floor flights of stairs. The man and his daughter were now standing in the pouring rain. But it was the most safe the little girl ever felt.
3 months later...
The little girl had moved into another apartment building with her father. It wasn't much, but it was home. She was happy, and so was her father. He got a new job at a factory. He even promised to take her to Italy, their birthplace, one day. She was now running around with her friend, Anthony. He lived on the street before, but her father had let him live with them for the time being. They were running in alleyways two blocks away from their apartment.
"No fair Anthony! You got a head start!" The little girl yelled.
"Oh come on Marcella, I'se was just messing 'round with you'se." Anthony was Italian like Marcella and lost his family a long time ago. He has been on the street ever since and developed a thick New York accent. "Mi dispiace." Anthony looked at Marcella with his big brown eyes, and Marcella couldn't be mad at him anymore.
"Ok fine, but next time i'll soak ya!"
"Ohhh so ya talkin' like me now huh?"
"Shut up!"
Suddenly a firetruck rushed by the alleyway. Then another. Marcella and Anthony were confused.
"Come on, lets go follow them!" Anthony said. He grabbed Marcella's hand and they ran down the sidewalk, following the trucks. They turned into their street and to their horror, their apartment building was on fire.
"My dad is still in there!" Marcella wanted to run, but Anthony grabbed her by the waist and wouldn't let her go. Marcella struggled and tried to yell at Anthony, but he wouldn't let go.
"I'se not letting you'se go Marcella! I'se already lost mia famiglia and i won't lose you too!" He yelled. Marcella stopped but started to ball her eyes out. She cried while Anthony hugged her. "We'se need ta go Marcella. If we'se get seen, they'll take us ta da refuge." Marcella nodded and ran away with Anthony holding his hand. She cried watching her home burn to the ground.
Present day...
"Wake up! Sell da papers! Sell da papers!" Marcella groaned at the sound of Mr. Kloppman yelling at everyone to wake up. She sat up anyways and went over to Anthony who was sleeping in the bunk next to hers.
"Raaaacccetraaaack." She said. That was his new nickname. All she got was a muffled response. Smirking, she grabbed a bucket of water and poured a little bit onto Racetrack's face. He sprang up from his bed shouting "Dio mio!" Marcella laughed and raced off before he could attack her. She ran into a bathroom stall and changed into her outfit > set?.embedder=24943988&.svc=copypas
She walked out to see Racetrack looking for his cigar. She rolled her eyes at the sight of this, hating the fact that he smokes.
https://youtu.be/qMCw5u3LHJY
(Carrying the Banner)
(During this, Marcella sings "Hey bummas we'se got work ta do" and steals the Delancey's hat with Jack)
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Marcella's POV:
Jack and I smirk at eachother as the gates open. We both hop off of the gate and spit shake.
"Ya know, ya really something Hero," Jack said to me. That was my new nickname, Hero. All the newsies called me that because my name means warrior in Italian and I was the best fighter in Manhatten, maybe even in all New York.
"You'se not too bad ya'self Cowboy." I smirked at Jack and he smirked back. Jack and I are best friends but there isn't anything between us. Although, Race is always asking if i like him. If i didn't know any better, i'd say he's jealous.
Race and I ended up at the Newsboys lodging house after my dad died. We have been hiding here for 5 years. And by hiding, I mean from the refuge. They've been looking for me since they never found me after the fire and because I was taken in once for stealing after meeting the Newsies. But Race, Jack, and some other newsies broke me out. Since then, my only name is Hero, not Marcella Crocetti. All of the newsies know better than to use my real name, plus they like Hero better. The only person who uses my real name sometimes is Race.
We all marched up to Mr. Weisel to get our papers for the day. Jack was in front, followed my me, then Race. Race whispered in my ear while Jack talked to Weisel, or Weasel as we liked to call him.
"What was that with you'se and Jack?" He said. I rolled my eyes and turned around go face him.
"Why? Not jealous, are you'se?" I asked with a smirk. I saw him look down and blush, but then maintain his cool.
"Nah, no way," he said with a wink. My heart suddenly stopped for a second as I looked Race in the eyes. I felt something that I never felt before. I could tell Race felt it too.
"Hey kid! You buying or not?!" I rolled my eyes at the sound of Weasel's voice. Race stepped out in front of me, pointing his cigar at Weasel.
"Hey, don't you'se talk ta her like that!" I stepped in front of him and grabbed his arm. He immediately calmed down. I stepped forward and got my usual 70 papes. The Delancey's smirked at me and looked me up and down as i passed. I sat on the steps and flipped through the papes. But I couldn't focus on any article because i was too busy thinking about Race. What was that feeling i got earlier? Do i have a crush on my best friend?
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