Storm woke up to the sound of groaning boys, also known as the newsies. She ran down the hall, "Guys is Jack up yet?" she whispered. "Nah, even if he was he wouldn't get up 'till noon." a boy, slightly ( ok a lot shorter) than her with a cigar in his mouth said. "Thanks Racetrack" She walked over to a bed with a sleeping 17 year old in it. She pushed him out and he landed on the ground with a thud. She ran before she could see his reaction. When he got up he yelled "STORM! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!" She trotted down the hall "Yes Jack?" "What the hell was that for?!" he screamed. "You remember the deal, if your not out of bed after Kloppman wakes ya up, I get to push ya out of bed." Storm said with a smile. She ran off back to her room before he could answer her. She closed the door behind her and laughed her head off. She had been a newsie for two years and pushing Jack out of bed never got old.
She ran downstairs with the rest of the guys to go get breakfast from the nuns before work. When they got to the distribution center they started to pair up or pick their spots for the day. Just then a little boy who was about nine ran up "Storm! You wanna sell with me today?" "Sure Les, but who's sellin' with your brother?" She asked, Les had an older brother named David and they were both fairly new,she highly doubt that Jack would let them go selling on their own yet."He's sellin' with Jack and told me to find a new partner." he answered. "Ok, then lets head out before all the good spots are taken." she said running to the distribution center
Storm, Les and the rest of the boys ran into the distribution center when Jack knocked on the wall "Oh Mr. Weasel..." When he didn't get an answer he rang the circulation bell next to the window. Then out stepped an over-worked jewish man, "told ya two million times it's Wiesel, Mr. Wiesel to you." Jack and the rest of them got their papes and started off sellin'