A/N: So, in light of everything going on lately, I thought this might be a good time to post this. In no way am I trying to offend anyone by this. I have the Newsies in this as college kids, as it's more realistic. The rest will be explained in the story. Just be open to my utilizing creative liberties.

Chapter 1

Pie Eater's POV

It was just a regular day. Honestly. We had no classes today, so were going into the city for the day. I had my messenger bag all set, with my wallet and everything in it. Dutchy was yelling at Snoddy and me to get going. He had already called the cab. I grabbed my water bottle from the mini fridge and shoved it in the side pocket of my bag. I normally put it in the main pocket, but I was in a rush. I grabbed a sweatshirt and headed out the door. I locked the dorm room and headed to the stairs, where they were waiting for me. We ran down and managed to get to the cab just in time.

It was a beautiful morning. It was clear as glass. It was a little chilly, so I put my gray sweatshirt on over my yellow plaid shirt. It was about 8 AM by the time we managed to get out. We made it into the city by about 8:20. Our plans were to walk around for a while, and catch a show on Broadway in the afternoon. It was going to be a great day, as far as we could tell. Our tickets were reserved, we had money to spend, and it was all planned out.

It didn't take long.

We were walking down the street, planning where to go. We were talking about where to eat lunch, when we heard this inordinately loud noise coming from the sky. "What the hell?" I asked, looking in the direction of the noise. There was a plane flying overhead, only it seemed just overhead. It was way too low to be where it was.

It took only seconds for it to fly over us. We heard a fulminating boom, and felt the ground shake. We froze, looking ahead at the World Trade Center. The planes had been flown straight into the rim of the building and exploded. I clapped a hand to my mouth as I looked in horror. People around me froze to the spot, looking up at the spectacle with similar expressions.

Some people screamed. Some people muttered things like "oh shit" and "oh my God." Some people, like us, just stood there dumbfounded. What was there to say? The planes had said it all.

I don't think there's a word for all of the emotions pumping through my mind. I didn't know what to do or say. I was just. just so perplexed. I was angry. I felt anguish like I never had before for the people on the plane and in the building. I didn't understand how someone could crash into a building, even if it was that high.

That's when it dawned on me. It was premeditated.

I turned to Dutchy and Snoddy, who turned to look at me. I took my sweatshirt off and stuffed it in my bag. We took off towards the site. There had to be something we could do.