Mackenzie Sullivan lives in New York,she likes it there. It's pretty,except she has no home. Mackenzie lost her family in a fire when she was only seven years old,she is now sixteen. Mackenzie is a newsie,she sells newspapers only to get a couple of nickels in the span of 24 hours. She has a couple of friends, Elizabeth Rivera,and Morris Cohen. Both of them have lost their families. Mackenzie didn't know how. She didn't want to ask. All three went to the newspaper stand to pay up and get going when they saw a new sign plastered in front of the stand. They upped the price of the newspaper.

"What the heck?!" Morris whisper screamed so the owner,Mr.Wisel would hear them, "What's up with this jacked up price?!"

Mackenzie took a swift look back at the board, 'this would make the headlines' Mackenzie thought. Mackenzie was a reporter,she never had told anyone because she was a newsie and being a newsie was all that she could,plus there was no reporter that was a girl in 1899,all of them were supposed to stay home,but in Mackenzie's case,she had no home to go to,she had no home to stay in. Mackenzie really did love to write,she would write anything,she would mainly write about things that are happening in New York. She hoped that one day when she can publish an issue,it will be the front page,and Mackenzie would be the one to sell it. Mackenzie reached in her back pocket and gripped onto a small journal she had in there. Mackenzie always kept a journal on her so when she sees something she can write about she can jot it down and type it later. Mackenzie flipped her journal to the next blank page and started wrting, Newsies price jacked up,

Mackenzie rested her pen on the journal waiting for more information. None of the newsies including Mackenzie went to school,even thought Mackenzie didn't go to school,she taught herself how to read and write. Mackenzie can speak very well,she just doesn't want to show it. Everyone doesn't want a girl as a reporter. It didn't look right.

Morris took a step closer to Mr.Wisel, "You change the price right were it belongs,or we'se ain't buying any papes."

Mackenzie jotted down what Morris had just said,Elizabeth chimed in, "Mr.Wisel. We'se can be doing this once and for all."

Both Morris,and Elizabeth stomped off,while Mackenzie was busy writing down everything, Where they going on strike? That would make a great headline. Mackenzie looks back at the newspaper stand which has the words, The World imprinted on it. Mackenzie tapped her chin thinking of a good headline,Mackenzie thought of one, 'Newsies stop The World' In both ways.

When Mackenzie got back to the lodge house,Morris and Elizabeth were already explaining what happened back at the stand.

"-Then Mr.Wisel jacked up the price!" Morris shouts at the thirty-five newsies that were in the room. Elizabeth steps forward, "I think we need to strike! We can end this once and for all!"

Mackenzie smiled softly as he pen scribbled away on the lined notebook paper,while the newsies cheered in agreement in the background. Mackenzie excused herself from the crowd and headed upstairs to type in peace.

Once she was in her own little room she grabbed a chair and pulled the type writer closer.

Victoria B. July 24 1899

Almighty Joseph Pulitzer,publisher of the World,taking on a group of newsies who just want a fair share. Newsies of New York,pedestrians of Brooklyn,tourists of the Bronx,everyone from everywhere can support this change,and help us make the change once and for all. Us newsies can't do it by ourselves,that's what family is for.


Mackenzie gritted her teeth,why would she put down things about family? It's not like she had one. Still she had to keep it,it looked more realistic.

With everyone thinking the World is the most powerful and most productive,you are wrong. Once the World was strong,now it isn't,because of what they did. They put weight on the poor newsies,who need this job to live. Now Mr. Joseph Pulitzer is making harder than it already it. We all need a share in this strike. We need to end this once and for all.

Once Mackenzie was done she made sure she didn't sign her real name. Mackenzie snatched it from the typewriter,and ran down two flights of stairs and into the basement. Mackenzie searched for what she was looking for,she needed a press,that's when she spotted it. She lifted it up with a slight struggle then placed in onto a nearby dusty table. Mackenzie worked all night making what she called, Newsboy Banner. She knew Elizabeth wouldn't mind. Mackenzie rolled out the sheet of paper onto the ink three-hundred times until she was done. Mackenzie wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead as she read her first,final product,



Victoria B. July 24 1899

Almighty Joseph Pulitzer,publisher of the World,taking on a group of newsies who just want a fair share. Newsies of New York,pedestrians of Brooklyn,tourists of the Bronx,everyone from everywhere can support this strike,and help us make the change once and for all. Us newsies can't do it by ourselves,that's what family is for. With everyone thinking the World is the most powerful and most productive,you are wrong. Once the World was strong,now it isn't,because of what they did. They put weight on the poor newsies,who need this job to live. Now Mr. Joseph Pulitzer is making harder than it already it. We all need a share in this strike. For those who are on the streets shining shoes,those who are sweating blood in the shops,those in the refuge,those who have no home,those who can help, be out front of the newsboy lodge house July 26 8:00 am 1899. We need to end this for once, once and for all.


Mackenzie was proud of her work,she pushed the thought of being jeered at out of her mind. This was a dream come true. Mackenzie needed to tell the others,they wouldn't laugh at her right? Mackenzie hulled three large stacks of Newsboy Banners up the stairs. Once she finally pushed them all into the room,she had everyone's eyes on her,and the Banners. Mackenzie took a deep breath and pulled out a pen from her back pocket and started explaining, "Everyone I would like to tell you something. I am a writer,i'm actually a reporter. Yes I know gals can't be writers nor reporters. Well I am." Mackenzie slid a Banner from the stack and threw it at Morris, "Here,read that."

Mackenzie watched Morris' eyes leap across the page,he looked up, "This is good,but Mackenzie a gal can't write."

Others nodded in agreement, "I like this very much but-"

"But what? I can't let the public know what Pulitzer is doing? You want us to hide this strike from the public? I can't show this because of my gender? Oh come on!"

Morris bit his lower lip, "Mackenzie,I am still in shock that we have our first girl reporter in history,coming from this very lodge house," Morris cracked a smile, "I can't wait for the public to see this,"

Mackenzie dropped her pen,it landed with a clunk. She started handing out the banners when Elizabeth pointed out something, "Hey,Mackenzie,she should add the pape name,"

Mackenzie didn't have one,but she could think of something,she didn't mind having to type it again,all it mattered was that the public was able to read it. Mackenzie snatched all the papers and went back up to her room and thought. It came to her like a snap, she typed it again,


THE UNIVERSE

NEWSIES STOP THE WORLD

Victoria B. July 24 1899

Almighty Joseph Pulitzer,publisher of the World,taking on a group of newsies who just want a fair share. Newsies of New York,pedestrians of Brooklyn,tourists of the Bronx,everyone from everywhere can support this change,and help us make the change once and for all. Us newsies can't do it by ourselves,that's what family is for. With everyone thinking the World is the most powerful and most productive,you are wrong. Once the World was strong,now it isn't,because of what they did. They put weight on the poor newsies,who need this job to live. Now Mr. Joseph Pulitzer is making harder than it already it. We all need a share in this strike. For those who are on the streets shining shoes,those who are sweating blood in the shops,those in the refuge,those who have no home,those who can help, be out front of the newsboy lodge house July 26 8:00 am 1899. We need to end this for once, once and for all.


Mackenzie knew she needed to name her paper, 'the Universe' The universe is always bigger and stronger than the world.




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22:33 Dec 01, 2019

I love the ending! Very clever.

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22:45 Dec 01, 2019

Agreed

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