Author's Note: I posted this story years ago under my old pen name of "Corky Higgins" so if any of you recognize it, that's why. I'm in the process of cleaning it up and making some adjustments but I figured I'd post what I've cleaned up so far anyways. So here it is...the reposting of my Skittery story..."Learning to Live Again"
Disclaimer: Don't own Newsies, don't own Skittery (but oooooh how I wish I did), don't own Racetrack (totally wish I did there also!). The only charries I own are my OC's. Wish doesn't belong to me either.
Prologue
It was a dark and rainy night at the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House. All the boys were asleep in their bunks, except one. An older boy around nineteen or so, who sat in his bunk biting his lower lip. His head was pounding and his heart was racing. Sweat drenched his long underwear and soaked his scruffy brown hair. His bloodshot eyes darted around the room, looking for any money that was carelessly left out. Spying a few silver coins laying under a younger boys bunk, he quietly jumped from his own and grabbed them up. Chuckling nervously, he pulled on his pants and slipped on a shirt. Lacing his boots onto his feet, he quickly and quietly slipped out the window and down the fire escape. Little did he know, he was being watched by a fellow newsie who was very late coming in that night.
