OK PEOPLE I WILL MAKE THIS SHORT AND SWEET. I DO NOT OWN NEWSIES, I NEVER WILL. SO LETS GET THIS STORY OUT THERE.

SARAH'S POV

"Ma'am, I will need to see some sort of proof that this money is rightfully yours," said a banker, of whom I didn't know the name of.

"Yes sir." then I handed him my old birth certificate.

Spot had taken me to the Brooklyn bank. It had taken a while to get here, but it was worth it. The man came back with the certificate, and told me to only take out as much money as I needed. "Ok," I said, "I'll take out about five dollars." he laughed at what I had said, but then he saw that I was serious.

"Ma'am, have you ever had this much money."

"No sir, i'se aint never had this much money in my entire life. Or since i'se was for that is." spot snickered, so I hit him upside the head. That day I took out about one hundred dollars, more money that I had ever had in my pocket at one time, then me and spot went back to Manhattan. That's when I took Jarrod aside and told him.

"Tricks, I'se want ta ask ya somethin',"

"What."

"I'se need ya ta split dis wit me. I'se is gona ask spot, Pete, and race too. Plus what else am I'se gonna do with 23,000,000 dollars. I'se can't spend it all." He agreed, I gave twenty-five out of the one hundred. Everyone else agreed too. They all agreed too.

SIX MONTHS LATER

"Sarah," said race, we had been dating for about a year and a half now, "can I'se talk to you'se."

"Showa ya can, whadda ya need ta talk about."

"In private please." I got this huge knot in my throat as soon as he said that. It was either going to be extremely good, or extremely bad. I just wasn't sure witch one it was going to be. Sonia and Angeleeah gave me a little push to get me to follow him out of tibby's. Unfortunately he hadn't thought this through. We were standing right in front of the window. Whatever he was going to do, all the newsies would see. Yes we were still newsies, still sellin' papes, still happy. Or at least I think that we are. I'm now seventeen and a half, and he's about a year older than I am, but we should probably get back to reality now. As we walked out the restaurant was dead silent.

"Sarah," he said once we got outside, "I've known you'se fowa most a me life. I've loved you'se since you'se punched me in da nose, witch was da second ya met me, dat was over eleven years ago. I'se could always say dat I'se loved you'se. Sarah, you'se is me best friend, me goilfriend, and the altogether love of my life," then he reached into hi pocket and produced a small box, I was shocked, "Sarah Jones, I'se have loved you'se since I'se foist laid eyes on you'se. SARAH JONES," he said in a loud voice. So that all the newsies could definitely hear it (they did, and they were all cheering), "WILL YOU MARRY ME."

My jaw dropped, tears were streaming down my face, I had been holding in for all to long. The date was March, 1901. I'd known for about two years that I loved him, and he had known his whole life. I knew that I was ready for the next step.

"OF CORSE I'LL MARRY YOU'SE. I'se love you'se Anthony Higgins. I'se love ya Tony, forever and ever." He slid the beautiful ring onto my finger, and it fit perfectly. Then we walked into Tibby's, hand in hand, then he brought up my hand like I had won a battle and said: "SHE SAID YES."

I felt like a queen that day. I knew that I would for the rest of my life too. I love him.

Our wedding would be 1904. It would be on Valentines Day, the day of love, I can't wait. I wish that I didn't have to.

THE END

ME: OK, WELL IT'S OVER. FINALLY OVER. I WISH THAT IT WASN'T. I DO HAVE AN EPALOUGE READY AND ALL WRITEN DOWN; I JUST HAVE TO TYPE IT UP NOW. SORRY AGAIN FOR THE BIG WAIT. SOOOO, I DO WANT REVIEWS THOUGH. AND DON'T KILL ME FOR TAKEING THIS LONG, OR FOR CUTTING OFF THE STORY SO READ AND REVIEW. BYE