Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters from the Disney movie, "Newsies." The only characters in this story that I claim ownership over are Silver, Ella, Mrs. VanWyck, and Jayson.

Wow. I never thought I'd be so happy to write a disclaimer again. I'M BACK! I thought I was done with newsies because I wanted to write my own stories with my own original characters. Then I thought, why should I? I love writing newsies fics more than I love writing anything else. I missed writing newsies. I missed this site. I missed you guys. So here I am. :D

Now, I promised myself that I'd NEVER write a sequel. The ideas just get reused, and the plot often gets boring, as do the characters. So I lied. I'm writing a sequel. But I guess it's an acception, because it's in a different point of view. (for most of it, anyway.) This is a sequel to "You're My Chance To Break Free." To those of you who didn't read it: I'm pretty sure you'll catch on if you decide to read this story and not the one before it. There's nothing too important that you absolutely need to know, and if there is it's briefly explained in this story.

I was just so excited to get this out, so I barely wrote anything except what you see here. I'll be doing a lot of writing for this story very soon, but the chapters won't be coming out extremely fast. Sorry. However, I'll get this story updated as often as humanly possible. Enough pointless babbling. Enjoy :D

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There wasn't any turning back now, no looking over my shoulder. I had to keep going if I was going to get away with this, because if someone caught on I would lead them right to my best friend. If Mrs. VanWyck followed me, I'd be bringing her directly to Silver.

I had to wait for the perfect opportunity to run. I stayed put until right before dinner was served. Mrs. VanWyck had already taken a count of all the children in the orphanage as soon as they'd come in from being outside all day, so if I could get out without being seen I'd be unnoticed until bedtime. No one would realize my absence until they found my bunk empty and my belongings gone, but I'd be long gone by then.

Like always around this time, the dining hall was swarming with disorder, since all the children were down there at once. Going out one of the second-story windows would've probably been the smarter thing to do. That was how Silver escaped, but I'd rather just take my chances. I was terrified of heights. I was able to slip out the front door without being seen by anyone. Except Jayson, but Jay wouldn't tell. He caught my eye and winked, telling me in one motion that he'd act as surprised as everyone else once they found that I was missing.

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I knocked frantically on the door, glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone was behind me. My foot tapped nervously on the stoop as I waited for someone to come to the door. I never would have pictured myself running away from the orphanage. I never liked taking risks or changing routine. And yet by leaving my so-called-home of nearly 6 years, my whole life was about to switch around on me.

All my anxiety slipped away for a moment when Silver opened the door. It had been a long two weeks since I'd seen her. The longest we'd ever been apart since we became friends, actually.

"E-Ella?" She stuttered. I smiled at the confusion in her voice. It was good to see her. "Hey Silver." I replied. I repositioned the strap of my knapsack so it was more comfortable over my shoulder. "Jus' wondering... You got any free bunks here?"

Silver blinked a few times and shook the look of shock off her face. Finally, she opened the door wider. "Pfft. For you? Course we do." We both broke out into wide grins as she pulled me in for a hug. After a few seconds, Silver pulled away, ushering me into the lobby of the lodging house and closing the door behind me.

"So it took ya two weeks to finally get outta dere, huh?" She questioned. I shrugged one of my shoulders, but my voice was caught in my throat when I turned around to see roughly 20 boys scattered around the room. I gulped. This may be harder than I thought...

Nearly 2 dozen pairs of eyes turned their attention to where I was standing next to Silver. I could feel them watching me suspiciously, so I looked anywhere but at the boys' faces. I felt like the outcast already, and I hadn't been three minutes. Silver was the only girl besides myself, and she was still dressed in her boys' clothes from disguising herself while selling papers that afternoon. I wore a long white skirt and a lavender blouse, which made me feel entirely out of place.

"Well, you guys gonna sit dere and stare or git up 'nd say hello?" Silver asked loudly. Some of the tension in the room broke as most of the boys stood up and wandered over. Kid Blink was the first one to come over to where we stood. I'd never met him personally before, but yet I recognized him from Silver's descriptions of him; Blonde-colored hair, a brown eye patch, and a great smile. As Silver introduced him to me, he slipped an arm over her shoulders.

I muttered my hello, but kept my eyes to the floor instead of on him. I never really enjoyed the awkwardness of meeting new people. But for now I'd have to suck it up, because there were about 20 more names to learn. I still couldn't shake the thought that this wasn't such a good idea.

Silver went around the circle of newsboys that had formed around us. She pointed out the next two boys in the line; Bumlets and Snipeshooter. Then came a break in the circle, where I could see two teenagers on the other side of the room. Both seemed oblivious to everything else as they battled for victory in their card game.

I recognized one. The Italian who I had talked to when Silver was about to leave the city. Racetrack, his name was, kept his cards in one hand and his slowly burning cigar in the other. "Dose two, da ones who are too rude and inconsiderate to greet ya," Silver raised her voice at the two words to emphasize their meaning, "are Jack 'nd Racetrack."

Jack gave a small wave of acknowledgement, but kept his eyes on his cards. Race, however, said nothing. His attention was glued to his cards and he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Silver cleared her throat, waiting for him to say something. After a moment, Racetrack's mouth went from a straight line to a smile.

"Well? You gonna say somethin'?" Kid Blink asked. Racetrack's smile got a noticeable amount bigger. "Sure am. Three aces 'nd two kings. Beat ya again, Cowboy." Sighs, eye-rolls, and groans from the group followed Racetrack's response. As they turned back around to face me, I assumed Race's sarcasm wasn't a new occurrence around here.

Silver continued to point from left to right around the circle, listing off their names. Specs, Boots, Skittery, Mush, Snoddy, Swifty, Pie Eater... The nicknames swarmed around in my head as I tried to match them with faces. Perhaps it would have been easier if they had normal names. But nope, not a Joseph or a Michael in the bunch.

My eyes scanned over their faces as I mumbled greetings in return for theirs', but my gaze stopped at one particular boy. He was the last in the row and to be honest, he looked as uncomfortable as I was feeling at the moment. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets and his head was bowed. The boy's light-colored hair hung in front of his eyes and behind the lenses of his glasses. Every few seconds he would steal short, furtive glances at me, but I couldn't bring myself to break the stare I had on him.

"Ella? El, did ya heah me?" Silver's voice finally registered in my brain and my head snapped up to look at her. "Hm? Wha? Oh, no... sorry." I replied softly, slightly embarrassed. "I said, dis is Dutchy." Silver repeated.

"Oh...Er, hello." I muttered. My greetings toward the other newsies hadn't exactly been relaxed, but this one came out especially awkward. Or maybe that's just how it sounded to my own ears.

However, the boy- Dutchy- looked up and met my eye contact for more than a second this time. He didn't say anything, but his mouth turned upwards to form an uncomfortable, yet sincere, smile. It was just simply a smile, but for some reason it felt to me like the best greeting I received all night.

Silver's Point Of View.

Ella must've realized that she had a distant smile on her lips, because she quickly turned away and blushed. Dutchy looked back down and wandered back towards the couches with the other newsies. I raised my eyebrow at this occurrence, but thought nothing else of it.

"Hi dere, Ella, is it?" Ella whirled around quickly with a stunned expression on her face. I laughed. I don't think she realized that Kloppman had been sitting at the desk behind her. "Yes." She answered finally. I could tell that Ella was a little jumpy. She always got that way around new people. "Need a bunk?" Kloppman asked. She nodded.

I put a hand on her shoulder and guided her closer to the desk. "El, dis is Kloppman. He's in charge of dis place." She nodded again to show that she understood. "I'se got 5 cents on me... Is dat enough?" Ella asked in practically a whisper. "Shoah, for da foist couple of nights. You'se can jus' earn da rest sellin' papes 'nd pay when you'se got it." Kloppman pushed the book towards her and handed Ella a pen, indicating for her to sign.

"You'se lucky, goil. Dat's da last bunk we'se got right now." He said. "Good thing, too... Because if Silver brings any more goils here da boys is gonna have a field day." He muttered as an afterthought. I couldn't help but grin and roll my eyes.

While Ella's head was bowed as she signed her name, Kloppman motioned for me to come closer. I leaned slightly over the desk. "Shy one we'se got heah, huh?" He whispered. I shrugged. "She's jus' a bit overwhelmed at da moment... She'll git better." I whispered back.

Just two weeks ago, I was in the same situation that Ella was in now. Still, spending those two weeks at the lodging house made me feel like I'd known the newsies forever. Ella might take a little longer to get settled than I had, but that's just the way she was. Give her some time. I told myself. She'll fit right in eventually.

El closed the book and put the pen down. She looked up at Kloppman as if she were waiting for further instruction from him. "Okay. Dat's it." He said, putting the book on a shelf underneath the surface of the desk. I turned to Ella. "A'right. El, go put yer bag next to da stairs. We'll bring yer stuff up to da bunk room later on."

Ella's Point Of View.

After taking off my knapsack, I leaned it against the base of the staircase. Then I looked up and scanned the room for Silver, who had disappeared from my side. I found her seated next to Kid Blink on the couch. Once I caught her eye, she motioned for me to come sit next to her on the opposite side. I wandered over, nearly tripping on a few newsies who were sprawled out on the floor, arm-wrestling.

Once I was seated, I looked around the room to take in its features. It was a lot louder than the orphanage. Mrs. VanWyck never would've allowed the orphanage to be this loud. Still, the lodging house building had a different feel to it than my former home. It felt much more lived-in and welcoming.

"I'se hungry." One of the newsies stated. I tried to place the name of the boy who had said it. Snitch? No, that's not it... Maybe that's Swifty. While he waited for the others to respond, the boy wiped his nose on his sleeve. Snoddy.

"So am I." Crutchy agreed. His nickname was a dead giveaway, so I knew him right off the bat. "Tibby's, anyone?" Cowboy suggested. Another dead giveaway. The newsies mumbled in agreement and started to stand up. Silver turned to me and shrugged as if to say, "You coming?"

I was sort of overwhelmed with the fact that I'd be living with nearly two dozen rowdy boys. After running away and having to be introduced to all of them (again, meeting new people obviously wasn't my strong point), I figured I'd already had a pretty long night. But I was hungry, and maybe it would be best if I spent some more time getting to know them...

I shrugged back at Silver and stood up, as well. Can't possibly be that bad, right?

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Hah. wrong. Newsies causing havoc in Tibby's? Yay!

Thanks for reading! Please review if you can. I'd love to hear what people think.

Okay: One more quick thing. The newsies rally is in 7 days. Exactly one week. Anyone who would still like to go, this is pretty much the last call. If you want to go, tell me and I'll be more than happy to send you the website. For those of you who have no clue what I'm talking about, Newsies fans from all over are meeting in New York City for two days (July 27th and 28th) to do Newsies related stuff, such as visiting places mentioned in the movie and screaming off particular bridges :D. Oh, and I'm going to need your actual E-mail address to send the link. For some reason links get deleted when sent through private messages on this website. Sorry.