Sorry I haven't been able to update. First I was in Freedoms Foundation at Valley Forge, and then I went on Spring Break out of town (in the boondocks of Virginia of you must know).

Disclaimer: The only people I own so far are Summer and her family except for her grandfather. I don't own the Newsies.



Jack walked around Manhattan yelling out the day's headlines in one of his rare bad moods. Summer had rubbed him the wrong way. It hadn't even been 24 hours since she had arrived and she had already managed to get on his bad side. Very few people had ever gotten on his bad side, and no one this quickly, not even Pulitzer. What he didn't understand was how such a little bitch could be related to Kloppman. He didn't remember Kloppman ever being mean or rude to a single person that entered the Lodging House.

"Heya Cowboy!" The familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Jack looked back to see who was calling his name. He was greeted with two newsies running towards him.

"Hey Dutchy, Specs. What's up?" Jack became concerned when he saw the look on the two newsies' faces after they caught their breath.

"Yous not gonna believe what she's done now." Specs answered the leader.

"What's she done?"

"Ya know how after we got our papes dis moining, how me and Specs went back to da Lodging House 'cuz I forgot me cap?"

"Yeah."

"Well, when we got der, da door was locked. We t'ought dat maybe Summer jist went out dis moining to run some errands. So we figured we'd sell awhile den come back."

"Get to da point." Jack began to grow impatient with the two.

"I'se getting' der. So anyway, when we came back, der was dis note on da door that said somet'ing like not allowed back in da Lodgin' House…"

"'Til seven o'clock. We and several odah guys tried all the windows but dey's all locked. And we know she's in der 'cuz Itey saw her walk back into da Lodging House." Specs said, finishing Dutchy's story. Jack was speechless. Summer had basically kicked all of them out of their living quarters. She had to be stopped.

The three newsies ran as quickly as they could back to the Lodging House, all the while Jack was thinking of a plan to get back into the house. When they arrived, several other newsies greeted the three, especially Jack, with complaints.

"How could she do dat, Cowboy?" Blink asked.

"She owns da place now. She can do what ever she want ta." Race answered before Jack could speak.

"What are we gonna do, Jack?" Bumlets questioned the leader. Jack walked up the stairs, ripping the note off the door.

'Dear Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House Residents,

Do not come back to the Lodging House until seven tonight. I would like not to be disturbed from my work. Don't try to pick the locks because if you succeed, there is a chair in front of the door. That goes for the back entrance too. Also, the windows are locked, so I recommended not to try the fire escape.

Sincerely Yours,

Summer Johnson.

Jack crumpled the piece of paper in his hands. Summer had gone over the edge now. There was no way she was getting away with this. Jack walked back down to the other newsies when something went whizzing past his head and crashed into the sidewalk. He looked down to see a smashed flowerpot and then back up to see where it had come from. Summer could be seen leaning over the edge of the roof.

"I'm so sor… oh. It's just you Jack." Summer yelled down to the boys.

"Yous coulda hit me wit dat!" Anger built up with in Jack.

"Next time I'll aim for your head."

"What's wit lockin' us outta da lodgn' house?" Jack asked as Summer disappeared and reappeared down on the fire escape so she would have to yell so loud.

"How am I going to get any work done if y'all keep coming in and out of the lodging house?"

"We have a right to be in der as much as you do. You can' jist go an' kick us out!"

"I own the place, so I can do whatever I want to do. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to finish." Summer started to make her way back up the fire escape when Jack yelled at her.

"What are we gonna do 'til seven?"

"This is New York for crying out loud! You're a big boy now. I'm sure you can find something to do." Jack stared at Summer's retreating figure; his eyes driving daggers threw her body. As soon as she was out of sight, he let out a frustrated cry while punching the air. The rest of the newsies slowly disappeared into the Manhattan streets not wanting to hang around Jack while he was mad.