Well, here is chapter 11. After this I won't be back until Monday. I know I'm sorry. I'm going to my grandfather's funeral in Nebraska. Oh well, at least it's not Iowa. (Sorry to anyone from Iowa I may have offended, but I've had people from Iowa openly admit that it's better to say you're from Canada than from Iowa)

Thanks: Robin DeWolfe…you really WUV it?!?!? Thank you! ::Throws bag of high sugar bad-for-your-teeth candy::::

Shit Head:…well that's a very interesting review but thank you anyway. :::throws bag of high sugar bad-for-your-teeth candy::: There you go

Rae Kelly: Bored newsies in general is a very bad thing. :::smiles and throws candy:::

Liriana: They are NOT going to by a pony and name it Bill! If you want one so much go write your own story! Oh wait you already have. :::smiles::: It's ok if I yell at her, we've been friends since 4th grade. :::is about to throw candy but doesn't want to be with her when she's hyper tomorrow, then remembers that Lysaka isn't going to be here tomorrow and throws candy::: Go nuts! :::Liriana squeals and runs around, Lysaka does the cross symbol::: God help us all!

Disclaimer: :::gives audience a weird look::: O.o……To make this short. Any and all San Francisco newsies are mine! Muhahahaha, If they're from New York, they belong to Disney, can anyone really mess that up?

QUICKLY TO CHAPTER 11!!!!!

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"Well," Prank pointed to the building at the top of the hill, "there it is." The New York newsies groaned.

"Anudda hill?" Specs complained.

"Why does San Fran need so many hills?" Mush grumbled.

"Ah, quit your complaining!" Prank exclaimed.

"Yeah," Sparky agreed, "it's not that bad."

"Wait 'til we take ya to fisherman's wharf." Ramble smiled. "You're going to love walking up that hill." The newsies began to complain.

"Ramble!" Marbles scolded, "don't tease them."

"Don't worry," Mute spoke, "there's trolleys going down there."

"Oh good," Blink panted.

They newsies approached the door. Prank overloaded with emotion. The place was hard to leave, but it was even harder to come back. Probably because she knew that she would be leaving again. She would disappoint her newsies. She left them with a horrible leader like Bane. Prankster would've rather died then purposely leave the San Francisco newsies with a leader like Bane. But she decided that this was her chance to make things right. She twisted the doorknob and pushed the door in.

They entered the house with their stuff, tired from walking up lots of San Francisco hills. Killjoy, Marbles, Prankster, Ramble, Mute, Smarts and Sparky were just a little out of breath, getting used to the hills of their childhood town. The New York newsies, however, were nearly crawling with their stuff.

The shuffles of feet were heard coming toward them, followed by the screaming of two newsies.

"Right, get back here!" cried a boy in the back, a second later a girl of about 16 ran into the room. The girl was looking behind her to see if she was being followed, not seeing Prank, the girl ran into the former San Francisco leader, knocking them both on the floor.

The boy ran to the girl he called 'Right' and picked up the book that was in the girl's hand, but fell to the floor when she fell down.

"Don't touch my stuff Right," the boy accused angrily. The boy looked around 16; he had blonde hair that was bleached by the sun. His brown eyes glared at the girl her called Right. The girl sat up and groaned, massaging her lower back, which she hit on the floor.

"Well Left, I would've gotten farther if this bitch didn't get in my way." She brushed her long dark brown hair out of her clear blue eyes.

This got all the New York newsies a little shocked.

"Is that how you address you ex-leader?" Prank asked in mock anger.

Left and Right's eyes grew wide as they saw the last and better leader.

"Prankster," they cried and nearly pounced on their old leader, Prankster was back on the floor.

"Yeah, I know," Prank choked, "but I need to breathe now."

"Oh sorry," the once bickering children jumped off of Prank and helped her to her feet. "Come in," Left said politely, "Yeah," Right agreed; "how the devil are you?" she smiled.

"Um hi," Ramble waved, "we're here too."

"Ramble," Right hugged the girl, "Marbles," she hugged her too. "Killjoy," she had her arm's mid way around is neck.

"Right if you hug me, I'll kill you." He warned.

"Well," Right looked offended, "you didn't change." She then noticed the New York newsies.

"Come on in…all of you," she motioned them inside and led them to an open room, filled with bunks. There was at least nine boys sitting on bunks and talking. They all turned their heads expecting to see Left and Right and they sat in shock when they saw the thirteen newsies enter the room. Seven of them former newsies of the bunk house.

"Is that.." one newsie put his book down,

"Prankster and crew?" another newsie finished the older one's sentence.

"Yeah it is!" Right confirmed the newsies questions, "wait 'til the girls hear about this." Right squealed and took off running into another room that the New York newsies figured was the girls room. Right returned with about four girls. Rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

"Yes I am Prankster," she smirked, "I'm only here for a couple weeks though, so don't get used to me."

"I don't believe it," a Mexican girl around the age of 14 stepped forward.

"Who are the new people?" an older newsie jumped off his top bunk as he spoke.

"You might want to sit down," Smarts set her stuff on the floor.

"These people," Marbles motioned to the New York newsies. "Are some Manhattan newsies."

"An' Brooklyn!" Spot corrected.

"And Brooklyn." Marbles rolled her eyes. "This is Spot, Jack, Mush, Kid Blink, Racetrack, and Specs." She introduced the New York newsies to the other newsies in the room.

"Well," a girl stepped forward, it was the same Mexican girl, she stood at 5"10' she had black hair cut just above her shoulders, her eyes were a dark brown and her skin was a nice tan. "I'm Dragon," she introduced herself.

Another girl stepped forward, she stood 5"2' even. Looking an age of 16 Her darkish red hair was pulled pack into a ponytail, showing off her light brown eyes. She had a daisy behind her ear.

"They call me Daisy…for obvious reasons." The girl slipped back slumping her shoulders forward as so she wouldn't be noticed.

"Well," a younger girl about 13 stepped forward, "since we're doing ladies first, I'm Chinchilla." She flashed them a smile. She flipped her curly light red hair over her shoulder, revealing her blue eyes.

"And you've met me," the last girl stepped forward, "I'm Right, and this…" she grabbed the boy she was bickering with earlier. "Is me best friend..Left." The boy smirked and waved. The only other newsies were male.

"Hi,"

The another boy stepped forward. He looked to be about 17. He towered the newsies, being 6"3'. He had dark curly brown hair with hazel colored eyes. He took his cigar out of his mouth to speak. "Name's Art, and this." Art pointed to a smaller newsie. He looked like a copy of Art, but much smaller, standing at 4"7', having the boyish looks that every 9-year-old had.

"This is my brother…Small Talk." Art smirked.

The other San Francisco newsies made their rounds at introducing themselves. They were introduced to Sherlock, an 18-year-old newsie that loved to read and his 14-year-old cousin Spaniel. Mock was next, a 13-year-old, followed by his best friend Twitch. A 12-year-old newsie that developed his twitch from working in a factory with poor ventilation. Porridge, a 15-year-old newsie, his family died on the boat ride over to Angel Island from China. He had managed to speak and read English very well, but the first word he was able to say was porridge so that became is nickname.

The last newsie to introduce himself was a 14-year-old newsie named Banjo.

"Don't worry," Prank assured the New York newsies, "you'll get their names soon enough."

"Wait a minute," Small Talk spoke up, "where's Heights?" This caused the San Francisco newsies to look around the room, when the boy couldn't be found they turned their heads up toward the high ceiling.

"Heights!" Sherlock cried.

You couldn't see a boy up there, there were many wooden beams and shadows that a person could hide in, but if the boy wasn't down here, then he most certainly was up in the rafters.

"What?" a voice shouted back, the New York newsies assumed it was the boy the others called Heights.

"You're scaring me Heights," Chinchilla cried, "get down here."

"But I don't want to," he shouted back.

All the newsies groaned, knowing that he wasn't going to come down anytime soon. Prankster rolled her eyes. "If you want something done right.." she muttered and walked to a clearing in the group. The other newsies, fully aware about what she was going to do, stepped back about three steps. Prankster filled her lungs with air and with the loudest voice the New York newsies heard her use, she called to the smaller boy in the rafters.

"HEIGHTS!!! YOU GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE NOW!" she nearly made the building shake. There was a pause up there, but a small voice piped.

"…Prankster?"

"Yes it's me, and if you're not down here in 30 seconds I'm going up there and kicking your ass." She cried.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Heights cried as he stepped into the light. The 11-year-old was ecstatic to see Prank. He made his way in the ceiling until he was above his top bunk. Swinging his legs down, he still had a grip on the beam. After steadying himself he dropped the 5 inches onto his bed. He then took a jump off the bed and made his way to Prank.

"Wow, are you a sight for sore eyes," he smiled.

"So," Dragon stepped toward them, "not that we don't enjoy having you here, but why are you here?"

"We have some financial business to take care of." Killjoy calmly explained.

Dragon shrugged and took the excuse, "Well, you all can stay here, you've met everyone…everyone worth knowing that is." She shuddered.

"Where is Bane anyway?" Twitch asked.

"Don't know," Mock answered and then smiled, "now ask me if I care."

"Well," Daisy spoke up; "You can set your stuff on any open bunk."

"There's been a lot since you four left." Banjo muttered.

The girls went into their room to set their stuff on any open bunks and then returned to the boys' room, which was by far bigger. When they returned Sparky was explaining to everyone his new name.

"So it's Sparky now," he smiled.

Most of the newsies had a raised eyebrow at the kid's choice in name.

"Don't look at me, I didn't have a choice." Sparky shrugged.

The other newsies took the excuse and went on.

"So," Spaniel started a conversation, "you're newsies in New York?"

"Dat's right!" Spot agreed.

"What's New York like?" Small Talk asked, sitting on the floor near Specs.

"Not so many hills!" Race cracked. The other newsies from New York nodded their heads in agreement.

"Don't listen to them," Ramble spoke.

"Yeah," Marbles agreed with her twin. " They're just pansies."

"So we'se pansies now?" Mush touched Marbles back, which caused the girl to jump.

"Don't do that," Marbles threatened, "it tickles."

"How could dat tickle?" Mush asked confused.

"Oh," Prank spoke up; "Marbles has always been ticklish."

"Well, look whose back." A rough voice filled the house that made every newsie in the room cringe and fall silent. The voice came from behind Prankster, without seeing his face she knew the owner of the voice. It was the new leader. Bane. The boy was 17. He stood tall at 6"5' and had piercing brown eyes with light brown hair, bleached a little bit by the Californian sun. His smirk was cruel as he strutted to the group, cracking his knuckles.

"Hello Bane," Prankster greeted him coldly.

"So, let me guess," Bane's soft yet rough voice spoke to the former leader. "These three cry babies," he motioned to Mute, Smarts, and Sparky, "couldn't take a little discipline with me so they go and run to their soft leader, tell her all about the bad leader and San Francisco, and she comes to set me in place, am I getting warm?"

"My aren't we a little ego-centric today," Prankster smirked, "not everything is about you." Prank paused before continuing, "we needed a place to stay and we've heard that you have lots of extra bunks since you became the leader so we came here." Prankster grinned cruelly, tensions running extremely high.

"You have a lot of nerve coming back here," Bane's grin had dropped, "you should leave."

"Tell me what to do again Bane, and your head meets my fist." Prankster said calmly.

"Let's not settle this on violence, heya Smarts." Bane ignored Prankster and moved closer to Smarts, invading her personal space.

"You just couldn't stay away," Bane said suggestively and grabbed a hold if Smarts' hand.

"Let me go," she spat.

"Why should I?" Bane's anger was starting to grow.

"Because if ya don' her boy's gonna get angry." Specs spoke up, lying through his teeth. Specs moved between the little space Bane had left and looked up at him.

"Don' eva touch me goil again." Specs threatened the taller boy, to much of the other newsies surprise. Bane held his hands up in defense and stepped away.

"Prove it," Bane smirked.

"Prove wha'?" Specs asked confused.

"Prove she's your girl," Bane called Specs' bluff still smirking, "kiss her."

"Pardon?" Specs asked in disbelief, definitely not expecting this. But not wanting Bane to hurt Smarts or himself for that matter, Specs turned around to face Smarts, obviously surprised too.

She nodded her head, silently telling Specs that it would be alright. Specs then leaned down and captured Smarts' mouth with his. The kiss started…and lasted for a good minute.

"Well," Marbles whispered to her siblings. "If they weren't together then they are now." Marbles smirked at the kissing couple. They pulled away, forgetting that there was anybody else in the world, much less in the same room. Specs and Smarts stared at each other, hardly blinking.

"I guess she is your girl." Bane frowned, "get to bed." Bane commanded and he retreated into his own personal room.

The other newsies gaped in surprise at the double meaning until Bane realized the double meaning himself and poked his head out the door and yelled.

"NOT LIKE THAT!"

The other newsies realized how tired they were and the girls started walking towards their room.

"Come along Smarts," Daisy giggled cheerfully and pulled Smarts away by the back of her shirt. Smarts didn't turn around but walked backwards so she wouldn't have to take eyes off Specs.

"Goodnight," Smarts said softly.

"Yeah," Specs agreed, "it is."

Once the door was shut did the girls start giggling at the love struck Smarts.

"If I didn't know any better," Chinchilla smiled, "I'd think that was the first time you kissed your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," Smarts corrected, "he was just helping me out."

"More like making out," Right exclaimed as she climbed onto her top bunk. Smarts threw a pillow at Right.

"Shut up!" Smarts commanded.

"Well," Dragon spoke, "If you don't want him…can I?" Everyone knew that Dragon was joking.

"No really," Right spoke, "are the guy's taken?" she asked, curious.

"Racetrack is most definitely taken," Prank smiled.

"Yeah, so is Mush," Marbles added quickly.

"And Blink's mine!" Ramble exclaimed.

"I don't think you'll get to far with Specs either," Marbles cracked, "for he's now in love with a certain Smartass."

Smartass for the first time in her life had nothing to say to that but blushed and looked down at her bed spread.

"But Spot and Jack are free," Prank shrugged.

"Keep in mind that we're all leaving in two weeks," Ramble reminded them.

"So, you're going to leave us with Bane as a leader?" Chinchilla asked softly.

"Not if Prankster kills him first," Right smirked.

"If Prankster doesn't, Spot will." Marbles cracked.

"Yeah," Smarts agreed, "one wrong word to Spot and Bane's going to be a dead man."

"Does Bane carry around his switchblade?" Prankster asked.

"The only reason we haven't gotten rid of him," Daisy told them. Bane talked big, but when getting into a fistfight, Bane would always back down. Bane was, however, very skilled with his switchblade. Something a talent that not many of the San Francisco newsies had. An awkward silence filled the girls room when Ramble changed the subject.

"Oh Prankster, I got an idea." Ramble got excited, "we should visit Mink and Tenor." (A.N. Lysaka points for anyone who can remember who Mink and Tenor are! Hint: they were mentioned in Chapter 2)

Prankster remembered Tenor well. He was the leader when she was around Sparky's age. She remembered the Prank that got Tenor and his wife Mink together. When she was twelve she wrote a love letter to Tenor saying he had a secret admirer and she would meet him on the roof. She then wrote one to Mink saying she had a secret admirer and he would meet her on the roof. It wasn't until they confessed their love for each other did they realize that they had been set up. By then it was too late and they had to deal with their newfound love. Which Prankster didn't think they minded all that much.

Prank smiled at her sister's suggestion and nodded her head.

"Yeah," Prank agreed, "we'll most definitely have to meet up with them."

"I think we need to sleep now," Chinchilla suggested to the group and the girls whole heatedly agreed, and soon sleep was upon them all.

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There chapter 11! Now I must go! I'll try to have fun while I'm away! Please review it might help me get out of this sad mood I'm in, and Liriana…..I'm sorry….no pony!