"I can't believe it Flame! Harlem? Have you lost your mind?!" Raven yelled at the newsie standing in front of him. "At least I'm doing something. Weren't you complaining about me not doing anything?" Flame hollered back at him. This was a typical argument between the two but it was about to end differently, "Flame, I'm tired of it, GET OUT!" Raven shouted. Flame glared, "WHERE THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GO RAVE? Huh? I have to stay here because as you keep mentioning I have enemies everywhere." She countered. Raven spoke the words Flame never wanted to hear, "go to your brother." Flame took a step back, "not happening, he thinks I'm dead. I can't go to a person, who thinks I'M DEAD!" With this she bolted up to the bunkroom, cleared her things into a bag and hopped out the window.
A knock came on the front door of the Manhatten Newsboy Lodging House. Storm went to open it, "Hey Flame, what brings ya ta 'hatten?" She dropped her head, "Raven threw me out." Storm shrugged, "come on up, the boys are playin' poker upstairs." Flame walked in and trotted upstairs.
"Hey ya Flame, wanna be dealt in?" Race asked when Flame walked in. "Nah, Race. Thanks though." She walked across the hall where she pulled out the cot from the closet,"do you want me in the corner?" She asked Storm. To which she nodded. "I'm gonna go play a round, I'll be back in a couple of minutes." Storm said walking out of the room. "Where's Rebel?" Flame called after her, "out with Cowboy." She called back. Flame nodded and promptly crashed.
A/N: I expect no one to read this, but if you did, thanks.