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A teenage girl of about 17 with a mane of strawberry brown curls, an angelic porcelain face and piercing golden eyes hopped off a boxcar about half a mile outside of grand central station. Her small curvy figure hit the ground with a loud thud as she rolled in the grass a bit from the instability of her landing.
She stood up slowly, "that was definitely not my greatest idea" she said quietly to herself. She dusted herself off and made her way into the greatest city in the world, New York City itself.
About twenty minutes later she found herself walking through the streets of the busiest city she had ever seen. It was so unlike her home, there were horses but people weren't riding them, there were upper class society folk but they grimaced at the average Joe. She began to think that perhaps this wasn't the smartest thing for her to do.
She did notice however one thing that caught her interest a young man that looked to be about her age, dressed in typical western attire, he was attractive to say the least, however the other boy walking with him did give him a run for his money. Although he was slightly shorter he had an air to him, power, and arrogance. But this girl always did love a challenge.
She slowly made her way across the street and occupied herself at a street vendor as she casually listened to the boys' conversations.
"I just don't know wat went wrong Spot I mean I taught I picked a good one an she jest dumped me just like dat" the first boy said with a snap of his fingers.
"I'm tellin ya Jacky ya gotta stop datin da poity ones , deys da ones dat think ya desoive them dey tink ya gotta woik fa dem, ya gotta get da ones dat aint so poity den dey tink deys gotta woik fa you'se and den my friend ya will have it made" the aforementioned Spot said haughtily .
The girl , who was fingering random fruit on the vendors cart, couldn't help but chuckle to herself, unfortunate for her Spot heard her small fit of laughter.
"hey goil ya got somtin ta say" Spot demanded to the back of her head.
"as a matter of fact" The girl drew out in a slight southern twang, she turned around slowly and lifted her head and met Spot's eyes.
He stood there for a moment in shock this truly was the most exquisite work of beauty he had ever seen .
"hello doll face, how would ya like to go ta lunch with me" Spot questioned as soon as he regained the use of his vocal chords.
"sorry buddy your just not ugly enough for me" she replied.
Jack burst into laughter and slapped Spot on the shoulder, "you'se gotta excuse me friend, da names Jack Kelly or Cowboy if ya like and dis is me friend Spot Conlon" Jack said spitting in his hand and extending it towards the girl.
She looked at it quizzically before returning the gesture.
"Katherine Hayes, it's a pleasure to meet you both" Katherine replied
"so ya new heah or wat" Spot asked
"actually, I am I just got in from Santa Fe" She replied.
"really how intriguing" Jack said interested
"yea I guess you could say that" Katherine answered.
"So Katherine ya got a place ta stay" Spot asked
"nope not yet , but considering the day is almost over it is at the top of my to do list" She answered sarcastically.
"well why don't ya stay heah in Hattan, and ya can be a newsie like me n Spot , it aint dat hard but ya gonna have ta ditch da dress.
"Um I guess that would be alright" Katherine answered cautiously.
"alright den lets go" Spot said, mightily.
The threesome walked through the streets of Manhattan until they came to Duane Street and reached none other but the Newsboys Lodging House.
"heah we are home sweet home" Jack said as he entered the front door.
"Brooklyns betta" Spot replied.
"right now what" Katherine questioned
"ya sign in right heah, but don't sighn ya real name , ya needs a nickname Spot what ya think"
"im not sho hows bout Chase" Spot suggested
"Chase why Chase" Katherine asked perplexed
"cuz I'se would chase you all da way round da woild" came a voice from behind them, Katherine turned around slowly and saw a boy about her height maybe a little taller with dark hair and a cigar hanging out of his mouth.
"and you would be"
"da names Racetrack Higgins but ya can call me Race"
"well its nice to meet you ……I think" Katherine replied hastily.
"Right well I think Chase fits ya so write it down and leave 2 cents" Jack said breaking the silence.
"ug fine" she scribbled down her new name 'Chase Hayes', "now what" the newly dubbed Chase asked.
"now ya meet me boys" Jack answered.
"oh lord theres more of ya'll"
"yea but da ones in Brooklyn is betta" Spot answered for Jack.
"ok what is so great about Brooklyn" Chase queried.
"ah Chase I'd like ya ta meet da king of Brooklyn, Spot ere is da leada a all dose baffons" Race replied quickly ducking the punch Spot threw at him.
"well that would explain the little pep in his step" Chase said looking Spot up and down.
Chase followed the three boys up a flight of stairs and down a hallway, Jack gingerly opened a door at the end of the hall , as the three boys entered the room . All the boys in the room looked up to see who had entered, Jack quickly hushed all the boys.
"alright boys we'se gots a new guest"
"well weah is he, alls I see is Spot an Race and dey aint dat new" A boy with soft skin and dark eyes said.
"deys right heah Mush" Jack said as he turned around and was faced with air
"well dey was right dere" Race said bewildered.
Spot went out the door and saw Chase standing against a wall.
"kid wat are ya doin out heah"
"I don't know , just got a little nervous I guess"
"ya aint gots ta be noivess we aint gonna bite, well I might" Spot said looking devishly at her.
"yea don't get any ideas fluffy"
"why I outta" Spot learched forward to grab Chase
"bye" Chase took off down the hall and into the room Jack had previously entered, she slammed right into Race, knocking him over completely.
"ha I like er already" Mush laughed.
"sorry Race" Chase said as she held out her hand to help Race up.
"its ok dahlin just don't let it appen agin" Race grumbled.
"So our new guest is a goil, ya didn't tell me dat Jack" Mush said eagerly.
"Yea Mush it's a goil and er name is Chase Hayes, be nice ta her, she will be stayin next door in da sick room, now whos gots any extry clothes dat dey can spare fer her?" Jack questioned the whole group.
Somewhere from the crowd came a tan pair of knickers a blue and white pin striped shirt a pair of suspenders sock ,shoes, and a newsie cap.
Chase looked down at the pile of clothes, "thanks guys".
"now I tink ya needs ta know all our names, Mush, Skittery, Boots, Snipes, Pie eatah, Jake, Snitch, Snoddy , Specs, Kid Blink,Bumlets and Dutchy yep I think dats it" Race concluded, every newsie said hello or waved when his name was said, and Chase kindly returned the gesture.
"ok now on ta da sick room" Jack said. Chase followed Jack and Spot out the door , down the hall and up another flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a large wooden door, Jack slowly opened it into a large room with a bed decked in white linens, a vanity leaned against the wall opposite the bed and behind the bed was a large window with white draperies.
"ya know judging by the other room I wouldn't have expected this" Chase said in ah.
"yea I know , oh and deres a bathroom trough dat door. So ya can have ya privacy away from da boys" Jack answered.
"probably for the best" Chase replied.
Spot set down the bag that he was so gentlemanly carrying for Chase, "gawd goil wat did ya bring da whole kitchen sink"
"just about, I came out here to start a new life, so I brought everything I thought a new life would require" She answered shrugging.
Jack laid down across Chase's bed and Spot sat in a chair near the bed.
"so wats it like in Santa fe" Jack questioned dreamily.
"oh boy heah we gose agin"
Chase laughed a bit, "its just like any other town, it has its good people and its bad people, I loved it though it was my home, just like you love Hattan and you love Brooklyn" She directed at both boys.
"sure I love Hattan but I tink I'd love Santa Fe even moh, why would ya leave a great place like dat anyhow?" Jack questioned.
"well I have lived in Santa Fe my whole life just me and my parents, we were well off, not rich or anything but we didn't have to worry , it was a great life to grow up in and I was very grateful , anyways about three months ago my parents died in a horrible stable fire, and of course I was devastated, but I got over it ,well as much as you get over something like that"
"dats rough" Spot interjected.
"yea , well that's when I realized that for some time now I wasn't living for me , I forgot that it was ok to do things for me, I forgot it was ok to have fun , I forgot how to have fun. So I packed up my life and high tailed it outta there, and that's where I am now"
"touchin really now how bout sum poka" Race said poking his head in the door.
"real sentimental type , that one" Chase said a bit frustrated.
"yea yea toots, c'mon I'll teach you'se how ta play cahds"
"oh no my friend I will teach you how ta play cahds" Chase said playfully imitating Race's thick accent.
The four left the room and headed into the bunkroom for a friendly game of Poker.
After about five hands that were all won by Chase Spot was laughing his head off at the display Race was making.
"NO YA CANT HAVE WON AGIN GOILY YOU'SE CHEATIN"
"I AM NOT YOU BIG BABY YOUR JUST A STUBBORN LOSER"
"you two ar both crazy" Spot said throwing his cards into the center of the circle
"I agree" Chase exasperated.
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