Disclaimer: Don't own Newies. I own Curtain/Charlotte. Phoenix (Who is the same Phoenix from my other story) And the several new characters I will be introducing soon whose names are as follows: Dice (who is the same Dice from my other story) and Peaches.

Also, is anyone actually reading this?

Two days later I sat on my bed getting ready for my first day as an official newsie. Jack and Spot had decided that of course it was better for me to sell in Manhattan, but I was always welcome in Brooklyn to. Well, first Spot had to make sure it was ok with the leader of Brooklyn, whom he referred to as Phoenix, but Spot said that it would probably be ok. Jack had explained that there was no real leader of Manhattan at the time so me selling papes here was not an issue. I was so excited I barely slept the night before. Medda had taken me out to get some clothes befitting of my situation. I'd never had such nice clothes, or as many as a matter of fact. The only thing I'd had a problem with at first was the fact that I had not one dress. I complained about this to Medda and she so eloquently informed me that as a newsie I was not a girl. I was to pretend to be a boy. That thought had never occurred to me before. I was a little sad, but in the end Medda bought me three very pretty dresses. I was putting on my socks and shoes when Medda came in; a smile lighting up her face. I was really starting to like Medda. She was like the older sister I never had, or the mother that I wish I had gotten. I noticed a silver object in her hand and as she raised it a feeling of dread came over me. In her hands were scissors.

"All right now Curtain let's get those locks cut."

I stared in shock. I think it was because one, that was the first time anyone had actually called me by my new newise name, and two, because this crazy lady wanted to CUT MY HAIR!

"NO!" I shouted. "I'm ok with pretending to be a boy, but I will not let you cut my hair! Never ever!"

I knew I sounded like a brat. I liked my hair because it was the one thing that I'd ever really liked about myself. That and it guarranted I wouldn't be doomed to look like a boy when not in my newsie get up.

"Curtain, you have to! What if your cap gets knocked off and someone realizes you're a girl! What if something awful happened to you?"

I wanted to tell her about all the bad things that had already happened to me. But instead I kept arguing.

"What if I wear a wig, ya know, one that's short and boyish?"

Medda gave this a moment's thought and then left the room. A few minutes later she came strolling back in with a bundle of something in her arms. The first was flesh colored and ugly. The second thing was a dark brown color and looked alive. She then seperated the two items and held them up for me to see. The ugly item was, as Medda called it, a bald cap. It would go over my normal hair and as the name implies it would make me appear bald. The second item was a wig, just like I had suggested. A smile spread over my face as I realized that meant no cutting of my hair. Medda helped me put both items on and then turned me to face the mirror. The reflection looking back at me was strange. The person in the mirror looked surprised. I looked so much like a boy I doubt even my own mother would have been able to tell the difference. Well, if she had paid any attention to me. Medda finished my look by placing my cap on my head. I was ready to go. As Medda gave me directions to the circulation building I almost wanted to ask her to come with me. But that thougth was soon diminished when I realized I was a newsie and didn't need anyone to hold my hand for me anymore…

A/N: I have decided to official discontinue Love on the Brooklyn Bridge. However, many of the elements and back stories will be brought into Curtain's story. Example: How Spot became a newie and some stuff about Phoenix and Dice. Also, for those of you wondering who the heck this Peaches person is going to be he is a friend of Dice's from Georgia. Get it Georgia Peaches. Funny right? Anyway. Hope you enjoyed this and please review if you'd like, and also so I know people actual like this story. I mean, I don't mind writing it for myself, but my intentions were for others to enjoy it too.

p.s. I'm thinking of bringing Mouse (the main character from Love on the Brooklyn Bridge) into this story. Not as a newsie but to kind of create drama and tension between Spot and Curtain later on in the story…