Janella's POV

"Ella!" Spot yelled. I climbed up on the pile of crates that been accumulating on the dock for the last couple of weeks.

"Whatcha need bro," I said sitting beside him on top of the pile.

"I need you to stay out of trouble," He laughed while tapping the top of my head with his signature staff that he found somewhere over the years.

I grabbed his stick out of his hand and scurried down the pile. "Speak for yourself," I laughed.

"Stay with Skippy and out of trouble," He yelled at me as I skipped down the dock still with his staff.

"Skippy!" I yelled, running at best friend. I jumped on his back.

"Ella! Let me guess am I supposed to keep you out of trouble today," Skippy asked sitting me down, then sitting on the side of the dock dangling his feet over the water.

"How did you get so good at this game," I said sitting down beside him.

"You hear, that?" Skippy said looking down the dock.

"Ya," I said hearing voices that did not have a Brooklyn accent to them. Skippy hopped up from his spot and pulled my up from mine

"I have to get you back to your brother," He murmured while putting Spots staff in my hand and grabbing the other, rushing me down the dock to where my brother was.

"Spot!" Skippy yelled while hurrying me up the pile, "There are some non-Brooklyn newsies coming down the dock." Spot took the staff from my hands. Skippy ran up the pile and stood in front of me blocking me from the view of the unknown newsies.