Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters from the Disney movie, "Newsies."

Hey guys :D I'm back with another newsies fanfic. So for the people who read the last story I posted, "Story #1" won by a couple votes. I guess it'll work out pretty well, because while I'm posting this one I can write the latest story that I'm working on. Plus I'll be able to update quickly since it's already written. So here's the first chapter. I hope you like it.

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I kept my head pointed to the floor, avoiding eye contact from everyone. I'm not quite sure why I did this. I suppose out of habit. No one noticed me anyway. They never noticed anyone. People rushed through the streets, only thinking about where they had to go. They bumped into you without even a glance, never mind an "excuse me". That was New York City.

The sun disappeared behind the tall buildings, and soon shadows began to cover the city. The streets were lined with outdoor vendors and food stands that were pushed off to the side so people could walk. They began to close up for the night, packing away their products to sell the next day.

The feeling of hunger burned through my stomach, but I stayed discreet and unnoticed. I had to if I wanted to pull this off.

Stopping next to a food stand, I kept a close eye on the owner. I knew him by face but not by name. He was an older man, maybe around 50 or so. He was somewhat on the round side and had a thick mustache over his mouth. I knew from past experience that he wasn't exactly the most alert of people in Manhattan. That's why this was my best bet.

The owner turned his back to me to place his earnings from the day in a small metal box. I stole a glance at one of his workers. The boy, about 20, was packing the unsold food away in a box. This was my chance.

I swiped a small loaf of bread off the tilted stand. However, when I did this I upset the fruit that was leaning against the bread. A few oranges rolled off the table and fell to the floor. Before I could run, the man whirled around.

I was able to dodge under the stand before he saw me. Man, what's wrong with me today? Usually I can do this without a problem... 1, 2, 3, and I'm gone...

I slid the loaf of bread into my pocket. Supporting myself on my arms and knees, I crouched under the table and tried to stay as quiet as I could. I watched his feet that were only a few feet away from me. He stood still, knowing that something was up.

Particles of dirt and dust had been collected under the stand throughout the day. I felt my nose start to tingle, but I closed my eyes and tried to hold it in.

No luck. I stifled it as well as I could, but a faint Achoo!! could still be heard over the sounds of the city. The owner picked up the table cloth and looked under. His eyes widened when he saw me, and his gaze went to the loaf of bread sticking out of my pocket.

"Hi there." I said, shooting him a guilty smile. "You little..." he muttered. I darted out from underneath the stand and ran for it. "That's the third time in the past month that little brat's stolen from me!" he yelled. Trying to get out from behind the stand to chase me, he nearly tripped over his worker who was loading boxes.

I disappeared into the crowd and kept running. Not sure how far he was behind me, I didn't slow down. He got a good look at me that time, which meant the staying on the streets wasn't a good idea. I found the nearest ladder attached to a building and began to climb.

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Point of View Change

The headlines were awful that day. Boring and useless would have been understatements. It took me forever to sell, and I still couldn't get rid of several of my papes. I trudged into the lodging house after dark. I mumbled a hello to Kloppman, who was sitting at his desk.

Dragging myself up the stairs, I found most of the guys were already in the bunk room. "Tough day, Skitt?" Mush said, looking up from his card game. "Yeah, yeah..." I muttered, collapsing onto my bunk. "Well, well... someone ain't in too good a'mood..." Racetrack commented, raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah, whats a'matta wit ya?" Jack asked, lifting his head from his sprawled out position on the floor. "I ain't in a bad mood." I grumbled, getting up and walking to the window. I didn't want to talk to the guys if all they were gonna do was bring up my bad day.

I slid the window open and climbed out onto the fire escape. The stars had just started to come out in the darkening sky. Exhausted, I had to be careful not to slip while climbing the rungs on the ladder.

The breeze when I got on the roof was refreshing and cool. It was a nice retreat from the brutally hot summer weather we had been having. I began to walk towards the middle of the roof, but something caught my eye.

A girl was sitting there with her back against the chimney. She was holding a piece of bread in her hand and nibbling on it slowly. The clothes she was wearing consisted of pants and a boy's shirt that was loose on her.

For the most part she was turned away from me, but I could still see a part of her face. My first impression of her was that beneath the dirt smudge on the side of her cheek, she was sort of pretty...

I took a step towards her, wondering who she was. The second she sensed someone behind her, she jumped to her feet. Her light brown eyes widened as she stared at me. "Woah, calm down there...I didn't mean ta scare ya..." I said, taking another step towards her.

As soon as I did this, she stepped back again. "I ain't gonna hoit ya or nuttin'." I said. Still, I kept my ground this time. She gave me a questioning look, as if wondering if she could trust me or not. "Whadda ya doin' up here?" I asked. Still no answer from her. I sighed. "What, ya ain't able to talk or somethin'?"

""Course I can talk..." she replied, eyeing me cautiously. "Then do ya mind tellin' me why you're up here?" I asked. She took another step backwards.

"Skittery, who ya talkin' to?" I heard someone ask. Race appeared at the top of the ladder and I turned to look at him. He shot me a curious look. "Can't ya see the goil standin' right-" I motioned over to where the girl had been standing, but she was gone. "there?" I finished, scratching my head in confusion.

"I think you'se a bit off ya trolley, Skitt." Race said. "I ain't crazy..." I growled, walking passed him towards the ladder. "Aw, and here we goes again wit da bad mood..." He said, shrugging.

I looked down onto the street and saw her running away. Then she disappeared around a corner. Well, she wasn't exactly what I'd call normal...

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Yeah, so it's kinda short. Just sort of a preview of what's going on to start stuff off. I'll have a new chapter out soon, though.

Thanks for reading, and reviews with your opinions and comments would be great :)