Storm was about 5 feet 10 inches with dark brown hair down to her
waist. Her eyes were what gave her her nickname though. When she was six
and her mother had died she had to raise her year younger brother Collin.
At the age of 7 she had become a newsie in Manhattan with 3 boys her age.
One named Racetrack, another Mush, and the third was Kid Blink. Now where
was her father? Why he had left her mother when Collin was born. So 4
friends sold newspapers together as a family none of them had.
Storm had loved her life of being a free newsie in New York but all good things must come to an end. One day after Storm had turned 14 her father had came to take her away. She had tried to fight the man but he, in the end, had won. But that was of no matter now. She had come back to find her old life the one she had longed for since she had left.
She had been walking down the streets of Manhattan in the twilight of sunset, when she heard a sickening crack that only came from breaking bones. She turned toward the alley from where that noise had come from to see three grown men beating on a boy of about 10 years old. She didn't even think as she ran into the alley and attempted to break up the fight. But soon she wounded up in the fight herself. Now if she had been fully rested she might have fought the men off better but a week on a train weakens you. She found herself on her knees with her arm being pinned behind her. The man pulled her arm upwards and Storm let out a blood-chilling scream. The last thing she saw were two boys standing over her. "Race," she whispered and then fainted.
Storm had loved her life of being a free newsie in New York but all good things must come to an end. One day after Storm had turned 14 her father had came to take her away. She had tried to fight the man but he, in the end, had won. But that was of no matter now. She had come back to find her old life the one she had longed for since she had left.
She had been walking down the streets of Manhattan in the twilight of sunset, when she heard a sickening crack that only came from breaking bones. She turned toward the alley from where that noise had come from to see three grown men beating on a boy of about 10 years old. She didn't even think as she ran into the alley and attempted to break up the fight. But soon she wounded up in the fight herself. Now if she had been fully rested she might have fought the men off better but a week on a train weakens you. She found herself on her knees with her arm being pinned behind her. The man pulled her arm upwards and Storm let out a blood-chilling scream. The last thing she saw were two boys standing over her. "Race," she whispered and then fainted.