DISCLAIMER-I DON'T OWN NEWSIES. Duh. If I did do you honestly think I'd
be sitting here writing? I didn't think so. . .
A/N-wow. It's been a loooong time since I've been on here. I wonder if any of my loyal reviewers are still here. o.O anywho. . . I would truly appreciate it if you would review after reading, hell if you want I'll even read your story(s) and review if you really want. Please check out my other stories. They've been up for a while but I should be updating those again so check for updates! On with the story.
GUESS I FORGOT TO SMILE
CHAPTER ONE: STOLEN
Aurora wasn't a thief. She preferred the term "permanent borrower". Not only did she steal because she could but also to survive. Aurora didn't remember her parents. All she could remember was her Uncle Giorgio, no matter how hard she tried to forget. She left Giorgio when she was just under ten and found she had a knack for. . .well stealing. At first she didn't like it but after a while she got faster, it got easier, and she grew to like it. Not enjoy it but she didn't mind. Of course it was hard not to take advantage of people if they let you. When Aurora was younger, she only stole food and slept on the streets. As soon as she got comfortable with her life style, she began to steal money. She became a pick pocket too. Men were the easiest to steal from. If she bumped into them and made sure she was quick, it was easy to swipe their wallets from their back pockets. Aurora made sure she was careful with her money, a girl with her looks and her age would look suspicious with a lot of money.
Aurora was obviously Italian. Perhaps it was the long black hair, or the olive skin, or the shortness of height. Maybe it was the roman nose, or the thick thighs, or the way she walked with confidence. Whatever it was, it wasn't her eyes. Aurora had stormy blue-gray eyes, never resting. The color seemed to change constantly from blue to gray or somewhere in between. Restless like a storm and sharp, they were what she loved the most about herself. Not her long silky black hair, not her fairly decent body, but her eyes that won her every theft she had ever accomplished. Aurora wore what she wanted, and what she had. Normally it consisted of an unbuttoned short-sleeved blouse over a three-quarter sleeve shirt. Sometimes she wore trousers, sometimes she wore knee length skirts. She always wore her black boots coming one quarter of the way up her shins.
Aurora had an eye for shiny things. Maybe that's what got her into trouble that one day. She had quite the collection of jewelry, which she was very proud of. However one day a boy carrying a gold topped cane caught her eye and she immediately decided that she was going to have that cane. She followed the boy around for some time, scooping out the way he walked, his rhythm, his step, and what would be the easiest way for her to snatch that cane. She finally decided to do a quick hit and run and started walking a bit faster in order to catch up with the boy. The boy started glancing back, after hearing her quickened footsteps, but after he saw who was causing them he though nothing of it. Aurora smiled, a thing she only did when she was about to get something really good, and something she really wanted. Breaking into a fast run, Aurora slammed right into the boy, expertly slipped the cane out of his hand and took of running as fast as she could.
It took only a second for Spot to realize what had just happened to him and he took off running after the thief. But it was that second he took that prevented him from catching up to the girl, with black hair flowing behind her as she ran. The girl ran faster then Spot had ever seen anyone, guy or girl, run before. After a few minutes Spot had lost the thief in the maze of alleys, and turned around punching the brick wall behind him. Even the pain in his hand didn't deplete his anger as he headed back to the warehouse where the Brooklyn newsies stayed.
Spot barged into the warehouse, causing a few of the newsies to jump in surprise. He scanned the room, his eyes clouded with rage, checking to see just who was there. Satisfied with the newsies in the room he jumped up on a crate.
"'EY!" he shouted. The boys, and girls, in the room immediately quieted down and looked over at Spot standing atop the crate. "My cane has been stolen" he announced. This caused a little bit of commotion as the other newsies in the room began to mutter to each other. Who was stupid enough to steal from THE Spot Conlon? "'EY!" he shouted again regaining their attention. "It was stolen by a short Italian girl with long black hair. I want it back."
A/N-wow. It's been a loooong time since I've been on here. I wonder if any of my loyal reviewers are still here. o.O anywho. . . I would truly appreciate it if you would review after reading, hell if you want I'll even read your story(s) and review if you really want. Please check out my other stories. They've been up for a while but I should be updating those again so check for updates! On with the story.
GUESS I FORGOT TO SMILE
CHAPTER ONE: STOLEN
Aurora wasn't a thief. She preferred the term "permanent borrower". Not only did she steal because she could but also to survive. Aurora didn't remember her parents. All she could remember was her Uncle Giorgio, no matter how hard she tried to forget. She left Giorgio when she was just under ten and found she had a knack for. . .well stealing. At first she didn't like it but after a while she got faster, it got easier, and she grew to like it. Not enjoy it but she didn't mind. Of course it was hard not to take advantage of people if they let you. When Aurora was younger, she only stole food and slept on the streets. As soon as she got comfortable with her life style, she began to steal money. She became a pick pocket too. Men were the easiest to steal from. If she bumped into them and made sure she was quick, it was easy to swipe their wallets from their back pockets. Aurora made sure she was careful with her money, a girl with her looks and her age would look suspicious with a lot of money.
Aurora was obviously Italian. Perhaps it was the long black hair, or the olive skin, or the shortness of height. Maybe it was the roman nose, or the thick thighs, or the way she walked with confidence. Whatever it was, it wasn't her eyes. Aurora had stormy blue-gray eyes, never resting. The color seemed to change constantly from blue to gray or somewhere in between. Restless like a storm and sharp, they were what she loved the most about herself. Not her long silky black hair, not her fairly decent body, but her eyes that won her every theft she had ever accomplished. Aurora wore what she wanted, and what she had. Normally it consisted of an unbuttoned short-sleeved blouse over a three-quarter sleeve shirt. Sometimes she wore trousers, sometimes she wore knee length skirts. She always wore her black boots coming one quarter of the way up her shins.
Aurora had an eye for shiny things. Maybe that's what got her into trouble that one day. She had quite the collection of jewelry, which she was very proud of. However one day a boy carrying a gold topped cane caught her eye and she immediately decided that she was going to have that cane. She followed the boy around for some time, scooping out the way he walked, his rhythm, his step, and what would be the easiest way for her to snatch that cane. She finally decided to do a quick hit and run and started walking a bit faster in order to catch up with the boy. The boy started glancing back, after hearing her quickened footsteps, but after he saw who was causing them he though nothing of it. Aurora smiled, a thing she only did when she was about to get something really good, and something she really wanted. Breaking into a fast run, Aurora slammed right into the boy, expertly slipped the cane out of his hand and took of running as fast as she could.
It took only a second for Spot to realize what had just happened to him and he took off running after the thief. But it was that second he took that prevented him from catching up to the girl, with black hair flowing behind her as she ran. The girl ran faster then Spot had ever seen anyone, guy or girl, run before. After a few minutes Spot had lost the thief in the maze of alleys, and turned around punching the brick wall behind him. Even the pain in his hand didn't deplete his anger as he headed back to the warehouse where the Brooklyn newsies stayed.
Spot barged into the warehouse, causing a few of the newsies to jump in surprise. He scanned the room, his eyes clouded with rage, checking to see just who was there. Satisfied with the newsies in the room he jumped up on a crate.
"'EY!" he shouted. The boys, and girls, in the room immediately quieted down and looked over at Spot standing atop the crate. "My cane has been stolen" he announced. This caused a little bit of commotion as the other newsies in the room began to mutter to each other. Who was stupid enough to steal from THE Spot Conlon? "'EY!" he shouted again regaining their attention. "It was stolen by a short Italian girl with long black hair. I want it back."