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Normal POV
Anthony decided to go back to his home in Brooklyn, he knew it would be risky because people could be looking for him, but he decided to do it anyway. He went in the apartment as fast as he could, he did not want to be seen. Grabbing all he could carry, Anthony knew he could not stay at the apartment no matter how much he wanted to; the landlord would find out about his father and kick him out on the streets. Why wait for that to happen when he could just leave now? Anthony grabbed some clothes, his father's playing cards, dice, and whatever food he could carry. As he opened the door to leave Anthony took one final look back wondering where he would end up next.
Standing in front of the Brooklyn Bridge, Anthony wondered where he should go. He thought about staying in Brooklyn, but decided to start a new life. Anthony slowly walked across the bridge into Manhattan it took a while, but all Anthony had was time. He walked through the streets and watched the city. He noticed that there were other kids around his age on the streets, some he could tell had homes to go to, and some he could tell did not. That gave Anthony a bit of hope, if they could live out here on their own, so could he.
The sun was setting and Anthony realized he had no where to sleep. He wondered around for awhile until he came upon Central Park. A few times in Anthony's life his father had brought him there. Some very good memories were made from this park, and now that was all Anthony had, memories. Anthony spotted the tall oak tree he used to play hide and seek behind, he walked over to it and sat underneath it. Only the moon gave off light, but Anthony pulled out his father's pocket watch and held it tight; he did not need to see it, just feeling it was good enough. Tears fell upon the watch, the realization that his father was never coming back was setting in hard. It had hurt so much when his mother died but losing his father, the man that taught him everything and raised him on his own, was even worse. Anthony cried himself into a deep needed sleep.
As the city started to awaken, and so did Anthony. He yawned and stretched, his sleep was not the best he had, had but it was not the worst. As he got up and walked around he noticed there were a lot of kids in the streets trying to sell newspapers. He remembered them at Sheepshead sometimes, but had never seen this many at once. Anthony started to get hungry, so he found a spot to sit down and eat the little food he had.
Anthony watched all the kids trying to sell their papers, they seemed to be making a fair amount of money, and then it hit him. Why should he just watch, why not do? Anthony walked around a little more and followed some of the newsies. He noticed that they lived in a lodging house and they were allowed to go where ever they wanted. They were as free as the fish in the sea, Anthony wanted that, to be able to go anywhere, do anything and not have anyone tell him otherwise.
A little blonde boy with glasses was selling papers not far from where Anthony was standing; he was about the same age, maybe a year younger or so. Anthony decided to act now; he approached the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. The boy turned around and smiled a little, he held out a newspaper, but Anthony just looked at the boy.
"How do ya become a newsie?"
Anthony could tell the boy was a bit surprised that he asked this. He tucked the newspaper under his arm, "Dat's easy, ya jus' buy some papes from da distribution office den sell 'em to people. Da papes are half of what ya sell dem for."
"Dat's it?"
"Dat's it, so ya thinkin' about becomin' a newsie?"
"Yeah…so how do ya live in da lodgin' house?"
"Ya just go up to Kloppman an' ask to stay, ya put ya'r name in a book, an pay 'em five cents a week. Like I'se said, easy, I've been doin' it me whole life, da names Dutchy by da way." Dutchy spit in his hand and held it out.
"Anthony," he did the same, "So why Dutchy?"
Dutchy just smiled and started to walk, Anthony followed. "It's kinda late to be sellin' now, so you should start tomorrow. How much money ya got?"
"About twelve bucks…"
"Twelve bucks!" Dutchy stopped dead in his tracks, "Why do ya wanna be a newsie ya'r rich!"
Anthony smiled. "Me dad won when he bet on a horse and gave me some, but…."Anthony trailed off and his smile faded, "It won't be here forever."
Dutchy started to walk again. "I guess dat's a good point, but since ya do got big bucks now, you should by me lunch."
"Alright, but how bout a game a cards while we're at it?"
Anthony and Dutchy went into a restaurant called Tibby's. They ate until they were stuffed, and played cards until it was dark. They talked about their lives and got along well. Anthony was happy he had made his first friend that was his age. This was the beginning of his new life. They walked out of Tibby's and went to the lodging house; Anthony met Kloppman and all the other newsies. Most of them were nice, Anthony loved it there, and he could not wait for tomorrow to come, his first day selling papes, it would be great.
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AN: Woot! I finally updated. Thanks again to everyone who read, I really did miss you guys! Oh, and something really funny that I noticed I did. This was all by accident, but I made Spot be born in 1883, the same year New York made the Brooklyn Bridge open to the public. And Race was born in 1880 the same year Sheepshead Races was built, I found that pretty funny and convenient. Thanks again!
