A/N: I LIVE. And I don't own Newsies.


A shrill bell sliced through the early morning lethargy and dozens of students quickly rushed to their seats.

David Jacobs had been sitting patiently for a quarter hour, sharpening his pencils and skimming over texts he hadn't been able to read during his absence. He had missed the sound of chalk scratching against the blackboard, the smell of pages turning, and especially the feel of his mind exercising its thought. David had missed learning.

Now, he smiled as his teacher welcomed him back and his classmates rolled their eyes. Because even though he loved being a newsie, being here just felt right.

And his smile stretched into an oversized, jubilant grin, because he knew he would see Jack in a few short hours, and they would sell the afternoon edition, and Jack would come over for dinner and regale their family with tall tales of western cowboys, and everything would be great. But for now, David was raising his hand to interpret the poem written across the blackboard, and it was as if he had never been gone, because now he was once again where he belonged.


A/N: I've recently read a lot of David-back-at-school fics, and in every one he was incredibly depressed and missed his days with the newsies. While I believe he missed the boys, I do think that he would have been happy to go back to school. He valued his intelligence and education. So, tell me what you think in a lovely review.