Hey there! It's Lysaka and this is my next story! I know I said I'd wait until it was all finished, but I'm tired of waiting and I have many chapters to go until it stops, and I'll continue to work on it.

IMPORTANT READ!!! This is the sequel to San Francisco Newsies…if you haven't read it, I suggest you should, that way you might know what's going on.

Disclaimer: Hey guess what? I OWN NEWSIES! My father is also the pope! (Neither of the pervious statements are true, please do not sue)

One last note: To all of those that read my last story you know I have to do this. Please review! If you do you'll get Cake and Ice Cream! But only for this chapter, because we're having a birthday today, so I'll see if I can sneak some cake home!

To the story!

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The months flew by for the four siblings. It was a cool crisp autumn day of September. Summers heat was slowly leaving the city. Soon the bitter winter would hit New York. The newsies were not to fond of the bitter wind. Selling in the streets when most of the people were inside, enjoying the winter day with there family. The people only came out to do Christmas shopping or to go to work. But the newsies needed to eat; they needed to make a living, so on the streets they would be, carrying the banner for a penny a pape.

Prank hugged herself and shivered. She was used to New York's hot sun. She had never seen a New York winter, but she didn't like the stories the New York newsies told her. It made her yearn to be home, in San Francisco, but the yearness went away when she looked into the face of her boyfriend, Racetrack. But she still missed her friends in California. She only wrote to a couple of them, and only got one letter back. Prank knew how fast people left the old lodging house and the postal service was so slow. That it took about a month for a letter to come there and back. But her life was now in New York. So she pushed her thoughts of California out of her mind as her and Race stepped into the lodging house.

Prank pulled off her jacket and shivered.

"It's so cold." Prank turned to look into the darkening sky.

Racetrack looked in shocked.

"What'd ya mean? It's not dat cold."

"Hey," Prank objected. "I'm used to heat and fog, it doesn't get that cold in California."

"Well den, you'se gonna hate da snow." Race replied as the couple entered the boys bunkroom, most of the newsies were in the room.

"You mean it snow's here?" Prank asked, then groaned. "I've never seen snow before."

"Neva!" cried several newsies that had lived through several New York winters.

"No," Prank replied then looked over to her sister Marbles in the corner with Mush.

"Hey Marbles," she cried. Marbles turned her head and faced her sister.

"What?"

"What made us come to New York?" Prank asked.

"You wanted to go as far from San Francisco as possible, it was either this or Maine." She said.

"Oh yes," Prank replied.

"Well, I'se glad ya came heah," Race offered.

"Oh yeah, why?" Prank asked in mock innocence, sitting on Race's bed.

"'Cause den I'se wouldn't have a gorgeous goil for me goil." He said sitting next to her.

"Racetrack," Prank mock scolded, "Are you cheating on me?"

Race looked a little offended at this but played along.

"Prank," he explained, "I'se can barely handle you'se, how would I'se handle anudda goil?"

"Good point," Prank agreed. Then Race leaned into to kiss her but was cut off when Kloppmen called to Prank.

"Hey, Prank."

Race stopped, a mere inch away from Prank. He gave a defeated sigh and hung his head.

"I'se neva gonna get a break taday," he cracked. Prank giggled. She then stood up and walked up to Kloppmen.

"Hi Kloppy," she greeted him, "how are you?"

"Oh, fine," he replied, "this came for ya." He handed Prank a letter.

Prank wasted no time opening it, then read it and reread it. Race approached her.

"What is it?" he asked, curious.

"Is it wid da bulls?" Swifty asked. Prank looked at him and smiled.

"Yes Swifty," Prank said, then called to her sisters. "Hey Ramble, Marbles, remember the guy I killed just the watch him bleed?" Pranks voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh yeah," her sisters played along.

"Well, the bulls found out that was me and they sent a letter in warning," she joked. "Honestly Swifty."

"So what does it say?" Marbles asked.

Prank just gave her sister the letter; she then started to count down,

"5….4…..3……2……1…." Prank pointed to Marbles, who at the exact moment squealed a high pitch squeal.

"Oh my god is this true?"

"Smarts isn't one to joke." Prank replied sarcastically.

"Smarts?" Ramble asked disbelieving what she was hearing. "What?"

"Smarts, Mute and Jon are coming here."

"Jon's coming?" Ramble asked. "Yey!"

Kid Blink stepped forward, trying to hide his jealously for this Jon.

"Hey, who'se dis Jon and do I'se need ta fight for ya?"

Ramble just giggled.

"Hey, it's Racetrack that needs to be worried, she loves Jon more then I do."

Prank smiled at her sister. Race stepped and grabbed Prank by her waist.

"I'll's soak him, if he gets near me goil."

"Hey," Prank objected, "There will be no soaking of Jon-Jon."

"Yeah," Marbles said. "She'll soak you if you go near Jon."

"When are they coming?" Ramble asked.

"What's the date?" Marbles asked reading the letter.

"The 27th." One newsie said.

"They're coming tomorrow." Marbles said in shock. This caused Prank groan.

"Stupid postal service," Prank commented and then took charge of the situation.

"Ok, so Marbles, Ramble, Killjoy and myself will sell together tomorrow, and we'll meet them at the train station and then will meet you all at Tibbys, alright." Prank said.

The siblings nodded in agreement. Race didn't like this idea; he wanted to make Jon have a lasting impression that Prank was his. Well, he'd see his competition tomorrow. Kloppmen came up the stairs telling all of the newsies to go to bed. The newsies said their goodnights to the girls and they all went to bed.

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Hehehe…. Could there be trouble in paradise….let's watch! Please review, trust me, this is my shortest chapter in this story! You want cake right? THEN REVIEW! :::Lysaka notices everyone staring at her::: please? O.o ok bye!!! :::waves:::