Disclaimer: Okay, might as well get the legal stuff over with. The newsies: Jack, Blink, Race, and Spot, all belong to Disney. As for everyone else, they're mine. Leave them alone! (I can't imagine why you would want to use them anyway, but if your'e really that crazy just e-mail me and ask and I'll give you permission.) Now, on with the story!


Dreams to Dream
By: Cowgirl

I walked to my locker to get my homework for the weekend as the last bell rang. I was about to close it when I remembered the Newsies story I was working on, if I left it at school I wouldn't be able to work on it until Monday. I checked to make sure I had remembered everything and when I was sure I was ready, I closed my locker and left.

I started walking down the street that led to my house, thinking of Newsies the whole time, when I bumped into someone. "Hey! Watch where your goin'!" An angry voice said.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I said quietly. I finally looked at them and saw a gorgeous boy about my height with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. I didn't recognize him from school, he must have been new or just visiting because I lived in a very small town where everyone everyone knew everyone else.Who are you?" I asked curiously.

"Da names Spot Conlon." He said seriously.

I stiffled a laugh. "Nice to meet you Spot Conlon, I'm Cindy Crawford." I said sarcastically. I looked at him and noticed he was dressed like a newsie. I quickly dismissed any thoughts of him actually being Spot Conlon and decided it was just a stupid joke.

He stared at me suspiciously. "Would ya mind tellin' me where I am Cindy?" He asked, looking at me like I was a lunatic.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Do you actually think you are Spot Conlon?"

He glared at me. "I AM Spot Conlon."

I laughed cynically. "Oh how stupid of me! Of course you're Spot Conlon! You know, you are the best looking 115 year old dead guy I have ever met!"

"You're startin' ta get on me noives Cindy." He said impationtly.

"Has anyone ever told you you're out of you're mind SPOT?"

Before either one of us could say anything else, three other guys walked up behind him. One had brown hair and wore a cowboy hat, the second was an Italian with a cigar hanging from his mouth, and the third was a blond with a patch over his left eye.

"Spot? Yer heya to? Do ya know where we are?" The cowboy asked.

He shook his head. "Na. I tried ta ask Cindy Crawford heya, but she ain't no help."

I glared at him. "Don't call me Cindy, that's not my name."

Spot stared at me. "If dat ain't yer name, den why did ya tell me it was?" He asked impatiently.

I rolled my eyes. "Geez, haven't you people ever heard of the concept of sarcasm? Oh, and let me guess, that guy is Jack Kelly, the one beside him is Racetrack, and the third one is Kid Blink. Right? Forget it, I'm not stupid! You guys are not newsies and you are NOT Spot Conlon!"

They exchanged confused glances. "How do you know who we are?" The one that looked like Blink asked.

I sighed. "Oh gee, let me think. The newsies went on strike in 1899 and they had a movie made about it 93 years later in 1992. It is only my favorite movie, which I have only seen fifty billion times. I have no idea how I guessed who you guys are trying to look like."

'Race' stared at me skeptically. "Whoa, hold it. 1992? Dere ain't no way it's 1992."

I nodded. "Right, it's not 1992, it's May 5, 1998. Now would you idiots go away and leave me alone because your little joke isn't working it's just getting really annoying. Okay? Bye."

'Jack sighed'. "Look Cindy. We'll leave ya alone if ya just tell us where we are. Okay?"

I was tired of arguing with them and decided it was a fair enough deal so I gave in. "First of all, my name isn't Cindy. I'm Sandra Fuller, friends call me Sandy. You are in a small town in Oklahoma. There, now go away." They all stared at me. "What?" I asked impatiently.

"What is O-oklyma?" Blink asked, stumbling over the word.

I laughed. "Oh yeah! Oklahoma wasn't admitted into the union until 1907 so you guys wouldn't-" I stopped midsentence. "It's STILL not going to work. You want to know where Oklahoma is? It's a long way from New York, that's where it is."

I started to walk away but stopped. After I had been thinking a while I turned back around. "If you guys are really newsies, how did you get here, in 1998?"


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