(Ok this story is written by me and one of my friends together so I can't take all the credit…also we wrote most of this one n

(Ok this story is written by me and one of my friends together so I can't take all the credit…also we wrote most of this one night when we were really hyper so it may be really stupid but personally I think it's really funny…but that is just me…enjoy!)

            Allison and Piper stood outside the only still lighted building. They both watched the window where they had seen many boys pass. They were watching for their brothers. Neither really knowing what their brothers looked like actually but knew that they were there.

            Piper let her thoughts drift. She had been in the Refuge for as long as she could remember. She and Simon, her twin brother, had been best friends along with Allison and Francis Sullivan. Her brother couldn't stand being locked up so he and Francis had left but didn't tell the girls for fear they wouldn't make it on the street. Piper had never forgiven her brother for that.

            Allison as usual was spaced out. Her mind wandered to when she had first met Piper and Simon Green at the Refuge. Francis and her had run away from their drunken father. They had been thrown into the Refuge for stealing food because they were hungry. Then later on Francis and Simon had run away leaving them behind.

            Although the girls were mad at their brothers for leaving them alone in the Refuge they could not shake the wonderful memories of the games they had played together in the Refuge.

            Ally looked at Piper and nodded her head slightly. Piper nodded back. Ally slung her bag over her shoulder and stuffed her long, wavy, brown hair into her hat. Piper on the other hand set her bag down and twisted her long dirty blond hair and stuck her hat on. She bent down and picked her bag up off the street and looked at Ally, indicating that she was ready.

            The two girls who had just disguised themselves as Archer and Porter, two new newsboys, walked up the steps of the lodging house and into the lobby. An old man sat behind the counter. Piper went over to him.

            "Uh…sir wes want ta be Newsies is dere anything we gots ta do?"

            "Pay da rent."

            "Which is…"

            "A cent a week."

            "Dude!" (I know that they didn't say 'dude' then but it's a good word for what we were trying to say so ha!)  Chorused Ally and Piper. They laughed and Ally dug into her pockets and produced two pennies. Piper thanked her silently as the old man led them upstairs.

            As they got closer to the landing the noise of the boys escalated. Ally felt anticipation grow inside her, as they got closer to the top of the stairs. She glanced over at Piper to see if she was nervous too, but Piper's face was emotionless. It seemed cool and clam, but Ally laughed inside because she knew Piper better than that. Her friend's eyes danced around showing her anxiety. (I think that's spelled right)

            The two girls exchanged quizzical glances as the old man lead forward to open the door. As the door opened a chorus of "Hey Kloppman" arose from the many boys lounging around the room.

            "Hey fellas, we got a couple of new boys here. This is…" the old man, Kloppman said pointing to Piper.

            "Porter," Piper said glaring at the boys.

            By then Ally had walked a little way into the room and started to look around at where she and Piper would be living for the next few months. Ally looked up at the ceiling and noticed the cracks in the plaster. After awhile she noticed a similarity in the shape of the cracks.

            "And this is" Piper began. "Ar…Ar…" She looked around for her comrade. She found her looking up at the ceiling. "Archer!"

            "You know does cracks in da ceilin' look like a map of da world. It's a little mixed up but…it's dere."

            "Archer you idiot."

            "Hey, yeah I can see it. Hey Race look right dere, youse can see Africa," said a boy with dirty blond hair, a gold tipped cane, and a sling-shot that was sticking out of his back pocket.

            Piper realized that al of the Newsies were staring up at the ceiling. The boy that had been called Race looked back down uneasily at the first boy. "Uh, Spot…what's Africa?"

            A boy with an eye patch looked down at Race. "Even Mush an I knows dat one. It's da crack right dere!"

            Ally looked at the four boys in shock. "Africa is over dere you Moron!"

To be CONT……