Life Is Just A Race

Life Is Just A Race

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, May 17, 20202h 31m
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Newsies
After living in New York for a few months as a Homeless pick-pocketer, Buckle, a 17 year old girl tries to get her life back on track and leave her illegal habits behind her. The only problem is that there are no shops willing to take her after her criminal past. Now she has to find work else where and try not to end up in jail or worse. Hopefully the Newsboys of New York will be able to teach her that she is more than just her past, but a human being. And most importantly, a Newsie. --- This is a Race Track x OC incase any of you were wondering. This is just a story that Ive been writing for fun. If there are any mistakes or errors its because I didnt check over the chapter very well. So sorry if the chapters are short or if its not a good story I just did this story for my own enjoyment.
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Racetrack Higgins was a normal Manhattan Newsie- more or less. He was Gay, but so were all of his brothers. He was Jack's Second in Command and had a rough past. He was stubborn, has anxiety, and is a good bit chaotic. Spot Conlon was not a normal Newsie. He was the King of Brooklyn, the Borough feared by most. Except for Race. (And a few others.) Said Italian blonde boy was actually a half Brooklyn, half Manhattan Newsie, as he sold in Brooklyn. Sure, Spot scared him sometimes, but not a lot. They were very different. Spot had brown hair, Race had dirty blonde. Race had been to the Refuge, Spot hadn't. Spot had brown eyes, Race had bright blue eyes. Race was strong, but easily outnumbered, Spot was strong, but wasn't easily outnumbered. One think they both agreed was that they cared for their boys more than anything and would do anything to keep them safe. Oh, that and that the other was cute. Or hot, depending on if you were Spot or Race. ~~ Excerpt from the Story ~~ "Hey, Race." Ace starts, picking up his cards every time Race passes one to him. Race hums, passing a card to Sling, then himself, and then Ace. "Do you have a crush on Spot?" Ace asks, still staring at his cards. Sling hides his smile with his cards in front of his face, stifling a laugh. "No." Race answers, his face reddening slightly as he passes out another card to each boy. Ace looks up at him. "BS." He responds, smirking. Race scowls at him, pulling his hat off of his head and smacking Ace with it, all while his face turns bright red. Ace and Sling laugh. ~~ ~~ (I do not own Newsies.) Started: May 31st, 2021 Finished: August 27th, 2023

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