Well you asked, so here it is…the second chapter. I know! It's short, however this is the shortest chapter and I couldn't find any other place to stop it.

Thank you's: Thanks to all who reviewed, all 9 of you. :::throws your favorite newsie::: Except for Skittery, he's needed in the story.

Disclaimer: I didn't put one up last chapter! Sorry! I own nothing. Well except for Minnie Thatcher, I own her! Muhahahaha, and this story. Disney owns everything else.

Chapter two!!!!!!!!!

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Skittery jumped, and turned his head. He saw a girl, she looked about 16, with brown hair and blue eyes. She was very plain looking and wore plain clothes. Her eyes flashed with concern. Skittery's shock disappeared and he snapped at the girl.

"What are ya doin' 'ere?" his voice was cold.

Her concerned filled eyes were now filled with anger. "What? Ya think those two are the only dead people in this cemetery? I'se visitin' too." She pointed to a tombstone next to Thomas.

'Margaret M. Thatcher' ~1866-1890 You're an angel of God now.

The girl sighed and stuck out her hand. "I'm Minnie by da way."

Skittery ignored her hand, "Skittery." He stood up and brushed off his knees. Minnie sighed.

"So you're a newsboy." She assumed.

"How do ya know dat?"

"No mudda in 'er right mind would name their kid 'Skittery.'"

Skittery sighed, knowing she was right.

"So are dey your parents?" She pointed to their graves.

"Yeah, not like it's any business of yours." Skittery already hated this girl.

"How did they die?" Minnie asked, she was definitely a bold girl.

"I ain't tellin' you." He turned to walk away.

"Why not?" she called, "it ain't like I'se gunna tell anyone, I'm a good listener, you look like ya need dat, what? did ya kill 'em or somethin'?"

Skittery turned around, "No!"

"Then what?"

"When I was 8, our apartment buildin' caught fire, it was Christmas Eve, I was da only one dat survived, I was pushed out a window, broke me leg but lived."

Minnie nodded, "Dat's how she died." She pointed to Margaret's grave, "In dat same firah she was 16, I was away dat night."

"I thought I knew da name 'Thatcher' ya look familiar. So what? Was she yer sistah or somethin'?"

"Everyone says I look jist like Margaret when she was my age," Minnie smiled and walked toward Skittery, "So tell me Skit, do ya live in a lodgin' house?"

"Yeah."

"Then why ain'tcha dere on a Christmas Eve?" Minnie asked.

"I don't know, why ain'tcha at yer home?" Skittery said defensively.

"I already got a home," Minnie said, "So you gotta goil, or siblin' maybe?"

"No, I ain't gotta goil, an' I'se an only child, jist leave me alone! Why do ya wanna know?" Skittery was more and more suspicious of this girl.

"Then who did you buy dose gloves for?" Minnie smiled and began to walk away.

Skittery's eyes went wide, "HEY WAIT!" He called and ran up to Minnie, "How do ya know dat?"

Minnie shook her head, "I saw you'se, I work at dat store, ya didn't notice me, you were deep in thought, but ya had 'em wrapped, must be someone special to do dat for 'em."

Skittery sighed, her story made since, it was a big coincidence, but it fit, "I bought dose for a newsie, it was da only gift I 'ad ta buy."

"Oh," Minnie said, "Well then, walk with me,"

"Why should I?" Skittery glared.

"Well, ya look like ya don' wanna go to yer lodgin' house right now, what 'arm could I do? Walk with me, I wanna show ya somethin'," she walked a couple of steps, "unless of course, yer scared."

That got Skittery's attention, "Hey listen goily, I ain't scared of nothin' especially little goils like you."

Minnie smiled and the two walked out of the cemetery.

"What are you gunna do?" He asked.

"Well," Minnie said, "Me goal is dat by the end of da night, you'll love Christmas."

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