Awright. so you might notice some 'Annabelle's' in there. i've changed Charlie's name multiple times. i'm working on correcting all of them.

"Where were you? I was waitin' for you on our daily gate ride." Charlie chuckled.

"Givin' directions to the new kids." She pointed at them. "More like helpin them after Shrimp one and Shrimp two shoved them to the ground." Jack grinned.

"That's how we're callin' them now?"Charlie nodded. Jack looked at her. "You didn't tell them your name, didja?" Charlie knocked on the little door, ignoring the previous question.

"Weaaaasel! Get up, ya' lazy cat!" She yelled. She heard commotion inside, and then the window open.

"Ink Kelley! You didn't!" Jack exclaimed. Charlie looked at him.

"I told'em I was Ink, and that's it. Okay? Calm down!" Weasel looked at both of them.

"Can you continue with your sibling problems later on? We's gotta get movin'." Charlie smiled at him.

"Top a the mornin' to ya, Pussycat! You miss me?" Weasel glared at her.

"How many?"

"Same as always." He nodded.

"Eighty papes for Ink!" She grabbed her papes, and waited for Jack to order his. They had settled long ago that each of them was going to buy their own papers, because when she was little, Charlie had complained to her older brother she wanted her own money. So each of them bought their own papers, and Charlie didn't regret her decision since then.

"So, didja miss me Weasel? Huh, did you miss me?" Jack asked. Weasel sighed. The last thing he needed was both Kelleys teasing him today.

"I've told you a million times, it's Wiesel. to you." He looked at Jack. "How many?"

Jack looked at the papes. "Don't rush me, I'm purusing the merchandise Mr. Weaaaasel." They laughed. He slammed fifty cents on the table. "The usual." Wiesel sighed.

"Hundred papes for the wise guy. Next!" He counted the papers, and sat next to Charlie on the platform.

"Anythin' good today?" Jack asked. Charlie shook her head. She suddenly gasped.

"Look! Ellis Island in Flames! Thousands of lives at stake!" Jack grinned, looking at what it really said. Trash Fire Next To Immigration Building Terrifies Seagulls. He chuckled. Charlie had the most amazing ways of improving the truth. Which helped a lot. He guessed it was why her stories were amazingly original.

"Cop Devery on Take?" Boots read out loud. Jack shook his head.

"Greasin' cops ain't news." He said. Charlie's eyes brightened.

"Here it is. Mother gives birth to cow." They laughed. Though the new little one took it seriously. Les, she remembered.

"She did?" They all turned towards him. She laughed.

"No Les. I was jokin'." Despite the fact everyone wanted to know how she knew him (cause both Kelleys knew half of the city, specially Charlie) they were interrupted by a loud,

"Are you accusing me of lying?!" Jack looked at Weasel.

"Who knows Wease, we all know you're a liar." He stood up, and counted the kid's papes. "No, Weasel, it's nineteen. But don't worry, Morris here, he can't count to twenty with'is shoes on." He flinched away from the bars the moment Oscar attacked. They laughed. Weasel threw one paper in David's stack.

"Move-"Hold it!" Charlie stepped next to her brother.

"Race, spot me two bits, will ya?" Racetrack nodded, throwing her two bits. "Another fifty for my friend here, Weasel." Weasel glared at her.

"I don't want another fifty." David said, being ignored.

"At least call me Wiesel." She rolled her eyes.

"I'll call you sweetheart if you give me anotha fifty." Jack turned around when someone exclaimed 'it's the deal of a lifetime, Weasel!'.

Since was the leader's little sister, they never got a chance with her. Except, of course, if Charlie told them something like that. And when 'little' Charlie said something like that, they took it to heart… though it had never happened. Sure, she had her number of crushes before but, nothing serious. Now, thirteen is quite a young age to start dating, as Jack always told her. She always made a smart remark about how he was at thirteen. He would always exclaim 'we ain't talkin' bout me!'.

In other words.. Charlie was not available.

Weasel angrily gave her another fifty. "Move it!"Charlie pouted, looking at Jack.

"Whatever happened to romance?" He laughed, and they walked out of the Distribution Center.

She gave David the fifty papes, and began walking out. He stopped her. She turned to face him. "What do you need?" Jack looked at them.

"I don't want another fifty." Charlie rolled her eyes.

"Every newsie wants more papes." David shook his head, and Charlie sighed. This new kid was getting on her nerves. Every new kid was- well, new. But not stupid.

"I don't!" He exclaimed.

Charlie rubbed her eyes. The lack of sleep was really getting to her. "What are you? Stupid?" She heard Racetrack exclaim. Jack placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at David.

"I can't take something for nothing." He retried to reason. Jack chuckled.

"You won't last long out there." He commented. Jack grabbed Charlie, carrying her on his back, and they walked out.

"I don't even know you!" Jack stopped, turning lifted her head from her brother's shoulder.

"You know me." She said. David looked at her, confused.

"What does that have to do with him?" Charlie shrugged.

"I'm his si-brotha. Whatever has to do with'im has to do with me." Charlie explained, biting her lip, something she did when she was nervous. Particularly when she messed up. Jack chuckled at her near mistake. David said nothing. They looked at each other for a moment, when she asked, "Why twenty papes?"

"Bad Headline."

Jack grinned, and the Newsies whined. "That's the foist thing you gotta learn. Headlines don't sell papes-"Newsies sell papes." Charlie finished. That was something he always said. It was like a motto or something. Jack turned to Les.

"How old are you… Les?" Les nodded.

"Near ten." Jack nodded.

"Anyone asks, you're seven. Young is good in this racket. You got the right mug for the job." He turned to David. "Tell you what, Davey. I got a deal for ya. Seein' as ya ain't doint so good ... I'll forget the two bits you owe me and we can sell together. 70/30 split."

"And why do I need you?"

"Why do you need air to breathe?" Crutchy asked. Boots nodded.

"Exactly."

Charlie looked at David. "He'll show you the ropes, the hot spots, teach you some tricks and keep you from gettin' shiners." David laughed.

"If YOU know so much why don't you sell them yourself?" Jack smiled, respecting his courage.

"Cause I ain't got a cute little brother to front for me no more." He looked down at Les. "With this kid's face and my God-given talent, we can sell a thousand papes. Whaddya say, Les? Want to work with me?" He nodded.

"I'm in game…..Cowboy." Jack grinned.

Charlie looked at David. "You can't lose Davey." He sighed. Charlie seemed to be right. It couldn't harm him- could it?

"It's gotta be at least 50-50."

Jack shook his head. "60-40, take it or leave it." David looked at Les, who nodded.

"Fine."

Jack spit, and almost shook. David looked disgusted. "What's the mattah?" David's brow furrowed.

"That's disgusting!" They all laughed, and continued walking.

Charlie looked at the paper. They needed to get a new headline writer. "Baby born with tree heads!" Specs shouted. They all began shouting the headlines… until a girl showed up. They all took off their caps as the girl rushed out of the way, but it wasn't the girl who Charlie noticed, it was her noble companion. A boy, maybe a year older than her, or the same age, passed, trying to catch the girl with the blue dress.

She found herself staring, until her brother laughed at her. "C'mon. We's got work to do."