Disclamer: I do not own Newsies. If you do not recognise a character from Newsies then they were most likely made up by me.

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Nicole's POV

It was hard to believe, she was dead, gone forever. It had been a week and everything had fallen to pieces.

Me brothers, Russell and Ross hadn't been home for four days and I knew something wasn't right. They were Newsies and often didn't come home for a couple of days, but never more than three. And worse, Pa was talking about leaving me.

The Next Day

Nicole's POV

"Pa Left." I said out loud.

That was when I ran out of the house and into the streets. I began screaming my brother's names, but found that no one answered me.

Then I saw a boy holding up some pape's. I ran up to him and said, "Are you a Newsie?"

The by couldn't have been much older than me, but he was a lot shorter.

I saw the boy glance at me and he said, "Sorry kid. I'se got pape's to sell.

"But, I'se need you'se help!" I yelled.

The boy began to walk off, "Pape's! Kid gets shot in da head and lives!" He yelled.

I was just standing there watching him walk off and sell a pape' to a man. After he sold it and the man had walked off I ran up to him, punched him in the nose and forced him into the ally.

Regular POV

"Goil what's you'se problem!" He yelled as he tried to stop his bleeding nose.

I'se need you'se help!" Nicole repeated, "Where's me brothers, Ross and Russell?"

"Refuge I'se thinks. Got caught stealing some stuff." The boy panted.

"Oh." Nicole said softly. She leaned against the wall and slid down till she was sitting on the ground.

"They all you'se gots?" The boy asked curiously. She could be of good help to da Newsies. He thought.

Nicole nodded. "Me Ma just died and me Pa just left, not that he cared anyways."

"You'se got a name?"

"Ya. It's Nicole Thompson. What about you'se?"

"Spot Conlin, but you'se can call me Spot." Spot wiped his nose which had now stopped bleeding. "So You'se wants to join the fam'ly business of bein' a Newsie I'se take it."

"I'se guess so. I'se got no place else to go now, even if Russell and Ross weren't in da Refuge."

"Some of da guys is trying to figure out a way ta get them out, but if you'se is gunna be a Newsie you best call them Blaze and Blast. Speakin' of names, you'se need one."

"Blade. Me brothers taught me how to fight so I'se could be a Newsie some day. They also said it would be safer to be a boy for a while.

Spot nodded his head. "Help me sell the rest of me pape's and I'se is gunna help you'se. How old are you'se anyway?"

"Seven. You'se?" Nicole stood up. She was already dressed like a boy so all she had to do was hide her hair in her hat.

"I'se is seven too." Spot said and he handed Nicole a pape. "Now let me tell you'se somethin'. Headlines don't sell pape's. Newsies sell pape's, alright. Just exaggerate and you'll do fine."

For some reason or another Spot hadn't pulled out his cane to hit Nicole when she had punched him, there was something about her that he liked.

Nicole nodded her head and read over the headlines.

"Ready?" Spot asked and Nicole nodded.

They walked out of the ally together and began yelling headlines.

"Massive train robbery! Three men dead!" Nicole yelled and in a few minutes she had already sold three papers.

Spot's POV

Wow. This goil's good. I thought as we sold the rest of our pape's.

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