Reunited (A Newsie Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

A small girl, only nine years of age, sat on the sofa in her tiny home. Her loving parents sit together, across from her. They wear looks of worry and sadness that make the girl squirm in her seat.

"Honey," the girl's father says "do you remember how your friend had to move away, because they couldn't afford their house anymore?"

The little girl nodded. "She says her daddy got fired from his job."

Her father gets a pained look on his face. He looks over at his wife, who pats his leg reassuringly. That you-know-you-have-to-tell-her look crept onto her face. The man hated to tell his little girl this. Yesterday, he showed up at The World for work as usual. Pulitzer had called him into his office and explained about needing to make more money. Long story short, he was laid off.

"Well, we need to move away too sweetheart. See, I need to get a new job."

"No!" The girl yelled in horror. "We can't leave! What if Race comes home!?" Her eyes full with tears.

"Isabella, you and I both know Race isn't coming back. We need to go. It'll be better there." Her mother tries to calm the frantic child, as tears stream down her face.

"The day he ran away, he said he was comin' back. He said he was gonna come for me!" She cried.

Isabella was only six when her brother ran away. She remembered that him and her parents had gotten into an argument, and she hear yelling. Race had told her to go to her room. The small child adored her older brother, and listened to his command. From her room she heard something slam.

Later that day, she lay in her bed, sobs racking her body, not leaving her room. Race hadn't said she could. The door creaked open and his blonde head poked in. He was only ten. Race wore normal clothes, with the addition of a cap. A newsie cap. He walked over to her and sat down. He told her that he was running away, to where, he didn't say. She asked, but he somehow dodged the question.

"I'll come back. Someday, I promise to come get you from these horrible people we call our parents. "

"But Race, (a childhood nickname that just seemed to stick) mommy and daddy are good people. P-please don't leave." She cried.

He hugged his sister close before standing up.

"You keep thinking that." And he slipped out the door. Out of her life.

She hadn't seen him since that day.