All he wanted to do was leave. Leave and fulfill his only dream: to go to Santa Fe. He had the perfect plan, but he just couldn't get away with it. All his planning, all his hard work, and where did it land him? Well, lets just say not in Santa Fe...

Thank you everyone for your characters! I will try to use all of them (try being the key word here).

And now, the story... drum roll please!

The streets were dark and damp. There was no light. Just darkness. The streetlamps blew out in the violent storm that had just passed, and no one had even bothered to try to fix them at this time of night.

The streets were empty, with the exception of one person: a newsie. He was sitting with his back against a brick building, blowing smoke from his cigarette into the moist air. From his back pocket, he took out a thin paper book. He opened it up, letting a train ticket fall out. He took the ticket and closed the book. The boy looked at it long and hard. He was unable to make out the words on it in the darkness, but he knew what it said.

The newsie let his head fall back against the cold bricks and closed his eyes.

Santa Fe…. Wait for me….

The boy sat there for a moment until he heard the sound of thunder. He opened his eyes suddenly and realized that another storm was going to pass over. He quickly put the ticket back into the book, which he then rolled up and stuffed into his back pocket.

Upon standing up, he placed a cowboy hat that was resting on his back on top of his head and headed back for the lodge. He wanted to get there before any of the others woke up.

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No one at the lodge had gotten any sleep during the first storm. Although each of them lay awake in their beds, they were still and silent. They were all very tired from the rough past week of selling. None of them made a sound, save a yawn or the sound of the rain that leaked through the roof being caught in tin buckets, but even these noises were barely heard over the claps of thunder and the wind roaring outside.

Jack Kelly turned over in his bed and wrapped his cotton blanket tighter around his shivering shoulders. No matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the cold air the was lingering in the bunk room. He hugged his pillow and closed his eyes.

I guess we's aint gonna be sellin tamorra… he thought.

Once the storm had finally begun to pass, the newsies all quickly went to sleep; all except Jack. He was unable to get back to sleep, and that is when he decided to go out for a walk.

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Ok, there we go for the first chappy! I know that none of the new characters are in it yet, but they do come in in later chapters, I promise you that. Its just that I finished this one and I wanted people to get a feel for the story. Remember, CASTING CALL is still opened:

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