When you're a Newsie in New York there are many things that you want to be, and many things you don't want to be. I'm going to focus on some specifics though. There are two main people you wanna that you want to be on good terms with at all times. Those people, are 1. Jack Kelly, Leader of Manhattan, and 2. Spot Conlon, The King of Brooklyn. Now I'm going to get more specific when if you can only have one of these boys on good terms you want it to be Spot. I know what you may be thinking, "who are you to tell me who I should and shouldn't be on good terms with?" And I'm gonna tell you why you should listen to me. Because once upon a time, I was on bad terms with Spot and Jack. And those were the worst days of my life.

It was a chilly October day in Brooklyn. I was up before Spot and the boys (like always). I stretched and yawned and hopped off my bunk, as quietly as I could, as to not wake any of the sleeping newsies. Grabbing my day clothes (Brown knickers, suspenders, and a button up plaid shirt) I started toward the wash room. On my way I peered out the window. It was still dark.. I passed a boys best vest that held a pocket watch. I pulled it out and read the time. 3:12. I yawned again at the sight of the early early time and slid the watch back into the pocket. The Brooklyn newsies washroom was the most foul washroom I had ever been in, I truly hated going in there. Quick as I could, I washed my face and got changed for the day. The rest of the boys don't have to get up until 7:00 and thats exactly when they would. I had four hours to kill, and I was just about to go sit back on my bunk to write a letter to my brother Racetrack, (He was a Newsie over in Manhattan) when I decided to get a head start on my papes instead. Reaching my hand down into my pocket I felt the change jingle around. Maybe about sixty cents, I guessed. That's enough for fifty papes and some bread for lunch. I looked over the sleeping boys before hurrying down the stairs and out to the distribution center.

The distribution center in Brooklyn was always open early, and by now the clock on the tower outside the lodging house read 4 o'clock. I trudged up the ramp and without words slammed my coins on the counter. The man handed me my papes.

Two and half hours later I had sold all my papes, returned to the lodging house to find all the boys were still sound asleep. This was a normal occurrence for me. I found it was easier to get the selling out of the way and have more time to do things I wanted to do. Bored, I decided to go "wake up" Spot. Okay so maybe I'm not little Miss Perfect, and yeah, I've slept with Spot a few times before. It's not like a big deal, or I get treated any different by him because of it.

Leaping from my bunk, I practically skipped across the bunk room to the double doors of Spots room. Quiet as I could manage, I opened the left door the smallest amount needed for me to squeeze through, closing it behind me. I tip toed across the room to his bed, where he lay sprawled out in the middle, fast asleep. I studied him for a minute. He looked so innocent, so young, lying there asleep. He was exactly the opposite of innocent though. In my mind I debated the best way to wake him up. I decided on the sexy approach. I smirked at myself as I slowly and silently put one knee up on the bed, swinging my other across, so that I was straddling his upper thighs. I lowered my self to where I was sitting on him. After untucking and unbuttoning my shirt and slipping my suspenders off my shoulders, I leaned in on the still sleeping Spot Conlon. I lightly drew spirals on his chest with my right index finger, while I slipped my left hand under his head and began to lift it up.

"Spot..." I whispered seductively.

"It's time to get up and sell papes baby..." I said just a bit louder. His eyes began to flutter open, and he smirked at the sight of me. I stared into his deep blue eyes, and if only for a moment, lost myself in them, although it felt like forever. Our stare was broken when he grabbed me and flipped himself over me so that he was now on top, and had me pinned down. He laughed.

"C'mon doll face. Youse wanna have a little fun before we'se gotta go sell some papes?" he smirked.

"Oh but Spot I'se sold all my papes already. I'se gotta a whole day to kill," I smirked myself.

"Youse can't spare just a little bit of it for me?" Spot asked with fake concern and longing. I pushed his face closer to mine. He leaned in and began to devour my mouth like he owned it, our tongues battling inside each others mouths. My laughter interrupted his work and I pushed him off of me.

"Maybe later Spot," I said teasingly. He gave me a fake pouty face. I smiled and sat up on the edge of his bed. He hopped up and started to get dressed. I gazed at him, chin resting on my fists.

"So Dopsie, has youse already been out and sold ya papes for today?" He asked as he buttoned up his shirt, stopping half way up like he alway did.

"Of course Spot, all 50, like always. Why youse needs help sellin yours?" I joked. Spot rolled his eyes.

"Watch it Higgins," he sneered, complete with a smirk.

"Youse needs me to do anything before I head down to 'Hattan to see Race?" I asked ignoring his empty threat.

"I'd ask ya ta clean somethin but I'se know bettah than ta waste my breath," Spot joked. I didn't think it was funny. Being sexist and obnoxious were two things Spot tended to be good at. I watched him pull on his hat. Ignoring him still, I went on.

"I'se stayin in 'Hattan all day. Youse comin to Medda's party tonight ain't cha?" He nodded in confirmation.

"See ya den Spotty." I said with a wink as I slipped out of the door of his room.

"GET UP YOUSE LAZY BUMS TIME TA CARRY DA BANNER!" I yelled as I made my way across the bunk room. I swung over the banister and slid down it.