"Race get out of bed!" Mush yelled shoving Race out of his bed and onto the floor. Race was lucky that he had the bottom bunk and not the top one. Race slowly sat up on the floor.
"Mush," He whines, "I was sleepin'."
"Well good for you but we have to go sellin'. So get dressed," Mush said. Race got dressed and grabbed his cigar off the dresser that was shared between himself, Mush, Specs, and Blink. He went down the stairs and headed towards the circulation gates. After he got his paper, he sat by Jack as they looked through the paper.
"Anything interesting in there today?" Jack questioned.
"Not really," Race replied standing up.
"You goin' to Brooklyn today?" Jack asked.
"Ya, I'll sell on the way there, then I'm gonna head to the races," Race said. He went to the races every day it was like a tradition.
"Remember to stay away from Spot," Jack warned as Race walked outside of gates. Jack told Race to stay away from Spot ever since he learned where Race disappeared to every day. But truth be told Race had never seen this Spot fellow Jack and all the other newsies constantly warn him about. Race walked across the bridge and on the other side was a newsie from Brooklyn. Race had never talked to him, but he had blonde hair and blue eyes from what he could see. Race waved at him like he does every day, while the boy just glared at him like normal.
Race got to the other side of the bridge and head towards the racetrack where he found his friend, Rails.
"Rails!" Race yelled running over to his friend, "Any good one's today?"
"That there white one ain't doin' too bad," Rails answered. They stayed at the races all day watching the horses run around in circles, eventually, it became dark out so they decided them better head home. When they go to the bridge all of the sudden it started to rain.
"You gonna walk back to Manhattan in this," Rails asked.
"I don't really have a choice do I?" Race answered.
"You could spend the night here in Brooklyn if you wanted?" He offered. Race spending a night in Brooklyn, boy would Jack have something to say about this in the morning.
"Sure, I guess," Race said. Rails lead Race on the pier that the Brooklyn newsie lodge was located on. The boys went up the stairs to a room filled with bunk beds and another set of stairs.
"You can sleep on the top bunk, I'll be right below you if you need anything," Rails said before laying down. Race laid on his bed inspecting everyone in the room when he heard someone come up the stairs. Race watched as a boy came up the stairs, with the help of the moonlight shining through the window Race could see that his hair was blonde. The boy looked directly at Race and thats when he reconized the boy, this was the boy from the bridge. He watched as he went og the next set of stairs and disappeared.