Cora Jones (but never call her that) went from living rich in Brooklyn to life in the slums of Manhattan. A week after the moved there, her parents were killed in a house fire and she ended up moving into the Newsboys Lodging House with her best fri...
Hi guys and welcome to my Newsies Fanfic! I have been writing this for a while now because I watched the movie for the first time and literally fell in love with it...and Spot Conlon. So...here it is!
Disclaimer ~ I'M ONLY SAYING THIS ONCE --> I do not own the Newsies. I only own Flip and the dialogue I personally add myself!!
Cora's POV* 2 Years Ago
"Mom, what's going on?" I asked her as I walked into the living room, seeing my parents sitting in front of the fireplace, upset.
"It's nothing, sweetie. Go to bed." My mom told me, putting on her fake smile.
"Mom, that's your fake smile. What's really going on?" I asked her as I walked over to the couch, sitting down next to my parents.
"She deserves to know." My dad said to my mom as she sighed, nodding.
"I deserve to know what?" I asked them.
"Cora, a few days ago, your father lost his job." My mom told me as I nodded slowly.
"Well, did you find a new one?" I asked him as he glanced at mom before looking back at me. "You didn't find one?" I questioned.
"I did...in Manhattan." My dad told me, my eyes widened.
"Manhattan!" I exclaimed, standing up.
"Honey, don't shout." My mom told me sternly.
"Why Manhattan? Couldn't you find one here?" I asked my dad.
"With the strike going on, places just aren't hiring here. Manhattan is giving us a new start." My dad said as I rolled my eyes.
"Great. So you just expect me to up and go, forget about my friends here?" I questioned as my parents just looked at me.
"You can write to them." My dad suggested as I rolled my eyes again.
"Forget it. I'm not moving to Manhattan. I'm staying in Brooklyn." I told my parents as I walked out of the living room, going up the stairs as I walked into my room, slamming my door. I said nothing as I got into bed, going to sleep.
"Honey, is everything packed?" my mom asked me as I walked outside our now old house, my suitcase in hand.
"Yea." I said, sighing as my dad took the suitcase from me, putting it into the carriage. "Dad, what's going to happen to Shadow and Frost?" I asked my dad as I walked up to our two horses pulling the carriages.
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