Hola Pablos, that's right…you're all named Paul now…..Well I survived my camping trip with minimum scaring, go me! Rae, it was raining, camping + rain = bad experience, but I live in Oregon so…..yeah…..anyway….here's the next chapter to the widely popular (yeah right) story Life Can't Be Easy Can It?

Thanks: Thank you to the people that reviewed the last chapter, I since your actually sticking around and writing a review I think I should give you more than ice cream, so I got :::searches her pockets::: pocket lint! Come on you all know you want some! Review!

Disclaimer: Well guess what? I have the rights to newsies….yep…sorry girls they're all mine and I'll sue any of you that decides to use their creative minds and write a story with my newsies….. I'm also richer than Bill Gates and have a husband hotter then your favorite newsie….sorry girls. ::insert evil laughter here::: ::stops laughing::: that was until I woke up, so I don't own any of the newsies, I'm poorer then dirt and don't have a boyfriend much less a husband, welcome to reality!

With all that being said: TO THE STORY!!!!!

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The daily yelling of Kloppy was how the newsies started their day everyday, and this one was no different. The screaming was enough for the girls to wake up.

"I'm getting too old for this," Prank groaned and rolled out of bed. Prank turned to see her sisters were grudgingly getting out of bed also. Smarts, however, was still asleep. Ramble leaned over her.

"Smarts come on wake up," she shacked Smarts. Marbles moved to her sister and tried to wake Smarts up.

"Hey buddy, I'm taking your wallet." This was in vain.

"Oh for the love of," Prank muttered and walked over to her and put her face next to her ear.

"WAKE UP!"

Smarts jumped and groaned.

"I hate you," she got up regardless.

After the girls were ready they went downstairs to find Mute already there.

"Hey look," Marbles said, "someone's here before us."

"That's a first," Ramble commented.

Mute smiled. "Man I missed you guys, I've been stuck with her for weeks." He said pointing to Smarts.

"And you're still living?" Prank asked sarcastically. "Screw the man that can lift a ton, you're the strongest man in the world."

"Hey!" Smarts objected. The other newsies went into laughing fits.

"So Smarts," Ramble stepped up, "how are you going to get us killed today?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," Marbles spoke, "are you going to tease Spot again, or are you just going to throw us off the Brooklyn Bridge?"

"I'd go with the bridge," Prank started, "I'd be faster."

"True, true," Marbles said.

Ramble stepped up for a mock debate, "But I think seeing the look on Spots face would be fun."

Marbles looked at Prank, "She has a point," Marbles pointed to Ramble.

"Hey I got it," Ramble spoke, "maybe we can insult Spot and then he'll throw us off the bridge."

"Nah," Prank spoke, "that's not his style."

"So," Mute spoke up, "are we doing anything for Sparky?"

"I think we should," Smarts said.

"But what would he want?" Mute asked.

"Huh?" Ramble asked.

"Sparks birthday," Mute explained, "next week…you remember?"

"Yeah, of course we do," Prank stepped up.

"I don't know what to get him." Marbles groaned.

"We can ask later what he wants," Ramble turned to her sister.

They would've discussed the matter in depth but the rest of the newsies came down. With one final good bye to Kloppmen, the newsies left for the distribution center.

Prank groaned as she walked into Tibbys, carrying most of her papers. The headline was horrible, and even with lying, it wasn't helping much. This was why she was one of the last newsies to enter. The bell dinged and all the newsies looked to see who it was.

"Hey boys," she called to the newsies across the room. Various greeting were heard. Prank grabbed an empty seat that Race was saving for her. She sat down and slapped her papers on the floor.

"Hard time sellin' taday?" Race asked concerned.

"You have no idea," Prank replied, "Hey Tony," she called to the waiter, "give me the usual."

The waiter just nodded and went into the kitchen. Only then did she look to see who was at her table. Race, Ramble, Marbles, Mush, Blink, and Smarts. Smarts spoke up.

"So you know what you're getting Sparky?"

"I don't know," Prank said. She turned around and found Sparky eating with David, Les, Jack and Killjoy.

"Hey Spraks," she called. Causing the rest of the newsies to jump. The boy turned his head and looked at Prank.

"Come here," she commanded. Sparky did as he was told.

"What do you want for your birthday?" Prank asked him.

"I want you to sing," Sparky said immediately.

Prank chuckled, then her face turned serious, "No really, what do you want?"

"I want you to sing."

"Why?"

"Because that's what you do."

Prank rolled her eyes at his comment.

"No I don't." She corrected the small boy.

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"No, I, don't." The roughness in Prank's voice could be heard. Other newsies were laughing at the sight of Prank arguing like she was five.

"Well," Sparky said, "you're supposed to."

"If I sang," Prank started, "When?"

"At the party next week."

Prank sat in silence for a moment. She then looked at Sparky again.

"I'll think about it."

Sparky turned to the entire table,

"That means yes," Sparky then turned and left to finish his lunch.

Prank rolled her eyes; just then her food arrived.

"So," Prank turned to her sisters, "what are you getting him?"

"I'm getting him a new hat," Marbles explained, "he's had the same one since he was eight, it's time for a new one."

The newsies turned to Ramble.

"I'm not sure, maybe I'll get him a book." Ramble exclaimed.

"You'd give a twelve-year-old a book?" Smarts asked.

"Hey," Ramble protested, "I liked books at his age."

"Yes but sweetie," Prank stopped eating for a moment, "you like math, so your opinion doesn't really count."

Mush then spoke to Blink.

"Do ya feel outta da loop during lunch time?"

"I'se confused too," Race offered.

"Yeah, you'se ain't da only one." Blink said. Ramble picked up her remaining papers and stood up.

"I'm going to go now," she announced.

Blink was the first one to get up. "I'll go wid ya,"

"Oh Ramble," Prank called to her sister. Ramble turned around.

"I need to talk to you, Marbles and Smarts later so, meet me at the roof around 9 o'clock, ok?"

"Alright Prank," Ramble said as she paid, she then walked out the door, with Blink following her.

"What are you talk to us about?" Marbles asked.

"Girl talk," Prank answered and then turned back to her meal.

"What's ya gonna talk 'bout?" Mush asked, his curiosity getting to him.

Prank smiled mischievously and answered.

"Cramps," this sent Smarts, Marbles and Prank into laughing fits. Race wasn't exactly sure how to react to this, while Mush sat there more confused then ever.

"What's she talkin' 'bout Race?" Mush asked his friend for help.

"I'se ain't touchin' dis one." Race replied to his friend, "ask Marbles."

Mush turned to Marbles, who finally settled down enough to speak, "I'll tell you later." She told him. Marbles stood up and grabbed her left over papers.

"I better go,"

"I'll go wid ya," Mush stood up to follow his girl.

"We'se should git goin' soon," Race said, standing up.

"Race, I'm going to try to sell a few more papes before I go to Sheepshed, I'll be there soon." Prank said standing up.

"You'se sure?"

"Yeah," she paid, "meet me outside Sheepshed," she looked at her pocket watch, "around 2:30, ok?"

"Sounds good,"

"Bye Smarts," Prank called and she left Tibbys. Race walked out and turned to Sheepshed.

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What could Prank want to talk about? Will she sing? Will she'll be able to sell her papes? Will the author of the story ever get some therapy?….find out in the next chapter, (well maybe not the therapy thing) Review and I might just feel motivated to post the next chapter faster! Hey that rhymed, I'm a poet and I don't even know it….ok I'll stop now!