A/N: -Sigh- I love all the newsies. All of 'em are cute; Racetrack, Davey, Jack (I luv im like a brudda), etc. …Anyway, Newsies belongs to da lucky person who made da movie. Now Read!



Newsies 2

"Boys, we have a new Newsie," Kloppman began, "And I don't want him beat up on his first day, aright?"

The Newsies eyed the kid suspiciously. He had black hair and bright green eyes. His shirt was a little rumpled and the front of his hair was real messy.

Dave stared at him uncertainly. This guy looked a little funny…

"Well, I hope you'll be happy here…Micheale (Micke-kell). Start workin', boys."

The boys left. So did Micheale.

Jack was real angry when Micheale got to the papes seller before him. He was feelin' grumpy, 'cause he'd had that nightmare again.

"Yo, what ya doin' there?" He said.

Micheale raised an eyebrow. "What's it look like I'm doin'? I'm buyin' papes."

Jack noticed his voice sounded a bit feminine. "Yeah, well, I'm first, aright? So, move it!"

"No way!"

Jacked pushed him hard on the chest. But he didn't feel a boyish chest like most Newsies had-this ain't no guy, he thought, I pushed a girl!

The push hadn't even scraped the guy-er-girl. Micheale stood up, with her face showing hatred, but Jack could see a mixture of scared, sadness, and love in her eyes. The eyes were like the ones he saw smiling down on him when he was small. They look like Mom's…he realized what he just thought. This is my sister!

A/N: Yes, short, I know. But I want reviews, ppl! If you wanna flame me, be easy on me! Please! I'm building suspense…Anyway, you review, and you get candy! ^^

~*Callie*~ (That's what most of my friends call me)