Alright, so this is a continuation from the first chapter, in case confusion was caused. We all thank you again for reading our story! We got 100 hits this morning! And what great timing, considering last night we had a newsie rally! Be warned, the drinking game isn't as fun as it seems, but then again, we're not of drinking age, therefore, had to use soda. Whoot! Well, thanks again, and enjoy!

An ink stained hand immediately covered her mouth as she inhaled to scream. The alley was dark and the orphan couldn't see anything. She kicked and squirmed, but was overpowered by strong arms that pressed her body against another. The unseen body held her for a few seconds before the cops stumbled in front of the entrance of the shadowed alley. The body pulled her closer, trying to conceal themselves in the shadows. Luckily, the girl's light blond hair was bunched up in her brown cabby hat, or it would've caught light and almost definitely given them away.

The strong arms held on a few moments after the cops passed by before releasing her. The pickpocket immediately pushed herself away into a strip of morning light.

"Woah." The body walked forward, holding its hands up in peace. "I ain't gonna hoit you, kid. Jes tryin' ta help." Stepping into the light, the body revealed itself. It was a teenaged boy, about a half foot taller then her. Dark hair was sticking out of the sides of a light brown cabby hat. Her blue-eyes spotted what looked to be newspapers under his arm. She also noticed he was wearing pink long johns under his vest and shirt. "The name's Skittery." His dark eyes locked on to her blue ones. The orphan watched his expression change.

Voices were heard outside the alley. "We couldn't catch him, sir." The two police neared the entrance again.

"Shoot!" Skittery muttered, remembering they were visible at the moment. He pushed the girl back into the shadows, knocking her hat off. She could feel her hair fall around her neck as her eyes started to adjusting to the darkness.

The voices were long gone, but apparently, Skittery's eyes had also adjusted. He stood over her, his eyes wide, only inches away from her own. "You'se a—"

"—goil." The orphan finished. Skittery immediately pushed himself away and bent over to pick up her cap. "Thanks for helpin' me…" she grinned, "I foist thought you were annudder bummer tryin' to steal my catch." The girl held out her hand for the cap.

Skittery handed the hat to its owner. He started to walk deeper into the alley, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. "This goes to the oda end of the block. Shouldn't be any bulls there."

Upon reaching the exit, he looked back at the girl who had pulled her hair into her hat again, causing her to practically look like one of his kind. Her blue eyes smiled at him, causing some color to come to his cheeks. Skittery avoided her eyes. "You'se gotta name?" he quietly asked.

The pickpocket found it amazing that she actually heard and understood the newsie, but had thought fast on his question. She remembered hearing from a friend of hers. "As streetrats, we'se ain't got much, but your name's important to ya. Don't you eva give anyones your real name, unless they can be trusted." The teen remembered laughing and teasing him after that, but she quickly shook the memory from her head. She tried her best to look Skittery in the eyes as she announced her new alias. "Snapshot."

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