Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE NEWSIES, EXCEPT FOR THE ONES THAT DON'T APPEAR IN THE MOVIE OR THAT OWN THEMSELVES.

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Ok, I do not write the Newsie's speech in the New York accent, so everyone was has one, basically most of them, you will just have to imagine.

1 Starting A New Life

"So what are we going to do with you?" Spot repeated. "We'll have to get you a job."

"A job?" she asked with a look of disgust. She had never worked a day in her life and didn't want to start now.

"Yes a job." Spot said firmly, noticing her disgusted look.

"She can't be a Newsie because someone might recognize her." Lucky piped up.

"Yes." Cecile hurriedly agreed.

"Actually, Cecile, I think you could. You've only been home for a couple of months so not many people would recognize you and even if they do, they probably wouldn't think it was you because you would be selling papes. That is something a debutante defiantly wouldn't do." Spot contradicted.

"No. No. I was known as the Belle of New York City when I came back from Europe. People would recognize me if I were to sell papers on street corners. I am not going to be a Newsie Spot." She protested.

"Yeah. That's what we'll call you, Belle. That'll be the Brooklyn nickname for you." Lucky agreed. "I don't think she's Newsie material."

"Well. What else could we have her do?" Spot thought aloud.

"Well, what do you like to do?" Lucky asked.

"Um…I like to paint, sew, act, dance and sing." She replied.

"I got it!" Spot exclaimed. He leaned over and whispered something to Lucky.

"You know, that just might work. But we'll have to write her asking her if she would agree, but I don't think there's a problem there."

"Who?" Cecile asked angrily. "This is going to be my job and I deserve to know what I am going to do." Spot knew he and Cecile had similar tempers and he realized that she was about to explode.

"Come on. We'll tell you out in the lobby." He said, motioning for her to get up.

"Promise?" She asked suspiciously.

"Promise."

"Ok." She got up and followed Lucky downstairs.

"Hey boys." Spot said, when they were in the lobby.

"Yeah Spot?" Sullivan asked.

"I need a pen and two pieces of paper." Spot said. Mumbles were heard throughout the room. Finally, a pen and sheets of paper were produced and given to Spot. He and Lucky sat down at a table, while Cecile peered over Spot's shoulder. He looked up at her annoyed.

"I'm not moving." She declared.

"You know, you're as stubborn as me." Spot said to her.

"I know, and probably more." She replied, grinning. He looked back down at the paper.

"Dear Medda," he wrote. \

"Medda. Who's Medda?" she asked.

"Lucky you explain it to her while I finish writing." Spot said.

"Sure. Medda lives in Irving Hall over in Manhattan. She has shows once or twice a day in which she and the two girls who work for her sing and dance. I think she occasionally puts on plays. The Manhattan Newsies watch her a lot and when we're in Manhattan, we'll go too." He concluded. Cecile looked at him in disbelief.

"That would be the perfect job for me! Thank you Lucky!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him.

"Hey! Don't thank me, thank Spot. He came up with the idea." Lucky protested.

"Thank you..Spot." she said hugging him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now get away from me while I finish." Spot said embarassed. He wasn't use to being a brother again. "Hey Lucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Teach her how to play poker. I won't have no sister of mine not knowing how to play the most popular card game in New York."

"Sure boss." Lucky said, starting to lead her to where Sullivan and a few others had already started a game.

"Hold on." Spot said, standing up on the table. "Listen up!" he shouted. Almost instantly the room quieted. Spot flashed his infamous smile.

"Thanks. Now many of you saw a girl run from me crying then being carried to the my room." He began.

"First time for you Conlon!" Sullivan shouted, while laughter was heard.

"Ha, ha!" Spot laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, that was a first. But anyway, I just wanted to introduce her properly in a sane state of mind." He motioned for Cecile to get up besides him. He helped her up, then threw his arms around her shoulders.

"This is my twin sister, Cecile Cunningham. No, Cecile Conlon." He said, as she looked around the room. Low whistles were heard. "And all you boys will be teaching her how to fight and play poker. I will teach her how to use a slingshot."

"No complaints here Spot." Sullivan said cockily. This time Cecile laughed as she jumped down from the table.

"Hey Swifty, come here." A tall lanky Newsie stood up and made his way to Spot.

"Yeah."

"Go deliver this note to Medda and this one to Jack Kelly."

"K, boss." He said taking the pieces of paper and starting to walk away.

"Hold on. You'll be staying in Manhattan for the night then tomorrow you will come back and deliver Medda's response to me."

"Sure." Swifty said, walking out of the lodging house.