Hiya, hehehe, wanna know something funny? When I write my stories I just write them all out on one document and when it's done I post the part of the story I want. (yes I mark when new chapters are) Anyway after chapter 14 I had to start a new document because it took so long to load. (the first part was 70 pages…no authors notes.)

Thanks: Liriana: To answer your question, She knows some of each language, she's not going to go out and move to any of those countries anytime soon. She just knows the basics. 'How are you?' 'What's your name?' 'It's necessary that I have a taco!' Well I hope that answers it. THEY WILL NOT BE BUYING FARM ANIMALS!!!

Rae: Maybe I'll just have Bane kill everyone! Muhahaha! I've already written the fight chapter (that's right you get a fight chapter, it's chapters 14 and 15 fight chapterS) But only I know how it goes. I haven't even told my sister! :::Ramble runs in::: Lysaka's going to kill off Prankster! :::Ramble runs out, Lysaka fumes::: if you'll excuse me I have to rewrite the chapter now!

Disclaimer: I've taken enough time and this is my longest chapter yet! I don't own newsies and all San Fran newsies, no matter how strange or evil belong to me.

QUICKLY TO CHAPTER 13

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Though might think it would be a burden to teach a 10-year-old English, while everyone else was having fun. Helping a boy that wasn't getting it. But it wasn't a burden to Ramble. She enjoyed the challenge. Koan was a good pupil. A little shy, he was a hard time pronouncing his 'L's. Which didn't surprise Ramble one bit. She had to keep from laughing every time he tried to pronounce Chinchilla's name. But the boy was a fast learner. Ramble had already taught him the alphabet and the night was still yet to be over. Ramble and Koan only paused from their teaching when a scream was heard from the rafters.

The scream was blood curdling. Coming from the rafters, the scream came closer to the newsies as if someone was falling. After endless seconds a body could be seen falling, almost falling on the floor. But something stopped the boy. Heights had managed to grab the last rafter to stop himself. Heights then dangled seven feet by one hand. His other hand was dripping blood on the floor as gravity had its effect on the limb. Panic flashed through the little boys' eyes.

"A little help here," Heights cried. Art was the first on the scene. Standing tall at 6"3' it was easy for Art to reach and grab the young boy and gently lower him to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Art asked. Heights gave him an 'are you kidding?' look.

"My right arm is in extreme pain," Heights explained, his right arm was the one to stop his falling body, "my left arm is getting blood all over your shirt, so of course I'm all right." Height's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Marbles rushed to the little boys side and began to assess his injuries.

"Put him on this bunk," Marbles motioned to an empty bottom bunk.

"Someone get me some clean rags and alcohol," Marbles commanded.

"I'm on it," Daisy volunteered and she rushed out of the room.

Marbles went to her knees on the right side of the bed; Prankster took the left side. Daisy burst back into the room carrying the rags and a flask of alcohol. Daisy nearly chucked the supplies at Prankster.

"I'll treat this arm, Marbles you take the other," Prankster commanded.

"Alright." Marbles agreed, she then turned her attention to the right arm.

"Heights, I need to see if this is broken, sprained, or just bruised, I have to feel around and you tell me if it hurts, alright?"

Heights failed to respond, but he nodded his head slowly. Prankster worked on getting the bleeding under control.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Left exclaimed and ran out of the room.

"Left you big baby its just blood," Right called and ran after her friend.

"Does this hurt?" Marbles ignored the bickering friends, Height shook his head.

"What about here?" she moved her hand down his arm, barely touching the sensitive skin.

"No," Height's voice was shaky.

"Here?"

"OW!" his voice cried.

"We have a winner," Marbles said softly, in an almost serious tone. "You're lucky," Marbles said to Heights, "it's just a bruise, you need to be easy on your arm and you should be fine."

By then, Prankster had gotten most of the bleeding under control and began the painful part, adding alcohol to the wound.

"Ow!" Heights cried.

"Shut up Heights, it doesn't hurt," Prankster snapped.

"Yes it does," Heights corrected the person bandaging his arm. For good measure Prank added more alcohol to the wound then was necessary.

"Ow!" he nearly shouted, "that hurts."

Prankster said nothing, but instead, shot him a death glare causing the younger newsie to shut up on the spot. He had seen many of grown men, run away from Prankster when she was angry, and Heights had nowhere to run. Prank began to wrap the injured limb, gently tying it. Prank looked across the bunk at her sister.

"Marbles, are you sure he'll be alright?" Prank calmly asked.

"Oh yes, I say a complete recovery in a week." Marbles smiled at her sister, Prank smiled too.

"Good," Prank smiled a little too sweetly.

"Umm, Prank?" Heights spoke up, against his better judgement, "Why is that good?"

"Because," Prank's smile dropped, "I won't feel guilty when I do this." Prankster proceeded to smack Heights upside the head. Heights figured that there would be more to the onslaught and made his escape from Prank. Nearly pouncing on Marbles. The other newsies cleared the path for him. But Prank caught up to him with ease, grabbing the boy by his suspenders. Heights knew that it was stupid to resist now.

"Heights, don't you ever climb up there again," Prankster warned the younger newsie, "do you understand?" Prankster growled in a voice that said, you-better-say-yes. Heights was speechless, but he had enough courage to nod his head. Almost immediately Pranksters mood changed and her face grew soft.

"I'm getting fond of ya kid," she pulled Heights into a rough hug, "don't need ya dying on me." She pulled Heights back and smiled at him.

"Go play with your friends," she said, and sent the little boy to play. She walked back to her boyfriend Racetrack; she sat down on his bed exhausted.

"Little boys are hard work," she groaned and then looked at Race, "and bigger ones are even worse."

"Hey," he cried in mock sorrow, "I'se offended."

"But they're worth it," Prank finished smiling.

"I'se should hope so," Race smiled and quickly kissed Prank.

"You enjoying San Francisco?" Prank turned to the other New York newsies. They all nodded their heads.

"Wid da exception of dat Bane fellow, you'se all seem pretty nice," Mush smiled.

"Ahh," Smarts teased, "how sweet." Mush turned his head away so Smarts wouldn't see him blush. Suddenly a voice filled the house.

"You all need to go to bed." Bane commanded. The other newsies, not wanting confrontation with the taller boy did as was told. The girls started walking toward their room; Prankster then stopped in front of Bane.

"Bane, what did I say I would do if you ordered me around again?" Prank asked coldly.

"You said that your fist would meet my face." Bane replied just as coldly. Prankster made a fist and slowly raised her fist towards Bane's face. Stopping near his neck. If she went for his face she would have to stand up on her tiptoes.

"I'll just have to settle for this," Prankster smirked, using her other fist punching Bane in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

"Bitch," he hissed.

"You talk big Bane," Prankster cruelly smirked, "but in a fight I'm sure Small Talk could beat the crap out of you." Prank made a reference to the house's smallest newsie at 9-years-old.

"Your days of leader are numbered Bane and when you're running away with your tail between your legs, you remember me alright?" Prankster warned the tyrant leader. She didn't wait for a reply. Instead she turned around and smiled at the other newsies who were shocked that Prank did that, but then again, proud that she did what the others had wanted to do for months.

"Good night boys, pleasant dreams." With that, Prank retired to the girl's room. Bane hissed towards the girl's room and walked quickly to his room.

"Do you think she'll get Bane away from here?" Twitch asked his friend on the bunk above him. Twitch asked loud enough for the other newsies to hear.

"Anything's possible," Mock answered his friend, "especially with her…she stopped San Francisco."

This caused some of the other San Francisco newsies to laugh, all of those that were there and old enough to remember it.

The girls' room was in quiet commotion. The girls were congratulating Prank on her confrontation of Bane.

"I can't believe you punched him," Daisy, normally silent, was the loudest of them all.

"Did you see his face?" Smarts asked, "Pow!" she punched her pillow, and then mimicked Bane with the wind knocked out of him.

"He didn't even attack," Marbles squealed.

"Because then he'd have a room full of people against him," Prankster explained calmly, "contrary to popular belief, Bane's not as stupid as he looks, if he attacks, it'll be when I'm alone."

"Then we won't leave you alone," Right offered.

"Well we already know that," Smarts, true to her name, joked. Right, used to Smarts' jokes rolled her eyes at her comment.

"No, we'll make you go with at least two other newsies," Right said.

"No," Prank shook her head, "then he won't confront me."

"That's the point," Chinchilla spoke.

"No it's not," Prank corrected, "if I don't beat the crap out of him, then I can't send him running."

"But about his switchblade?" Marbles asked her sister, concerned for her safety.

"I could easily disarm him," Prank waved off her sister's concern and yawned, "I'm really tired, let's go to bed." Prank pulled her covers over up to her chin.

"Prankster?" Ramble questioned.

"Yeah?" Prankster was becoming slightly annoyed at her sister keeping her up.

"Can we visit Mink and Tenor tomorrow?" Ramble asked sweetly, almost like a child asking for a cookie. Prank smiled.

"Yeah," Prank agreed, "just make sure to bring Koan with us, the more chances he gets with English the better."

"Better not buy as many papes tomorrow." Marbles told her twin. Ramble nodded her head.

"I am in complete agreement with you my sister." Ramble agreed.

"Good night," Daisy said harshly, hoping the sisters would get the hint. The twins picked up on this and promptly shut up.

"Rise and shine ladies," was the next voice heard throughout the lodging house. It was the voice of Claire in the girl's room. The girls grumbled and struggled to get out of bed. Chinchilla threw a pillow at Claire, hoping that would get the older woman to leave her alone. This action only gave more attention to herself and Claire began waking Chinchilla up on a more personal note.

"Chinchilla, put your shoes on, we're at grandma's," She mocked softly, this caused Chinchilla to groan and roll over.

"But I don't wanna ride the pony," she smiled, causing the other girls to burst out laughing.

"Come on 'Chilla," Right put on her hat, "if you don't get up now, then the boys will take over the bathroom."

Chinchilla sat upright and jumped off her top bunk. Getting dressed in record time and nearly sprinted to the bathroom.

"Well," Smarts grumbled, "that got her up."

Dragon started mumbling in Spanish, and shook her head.

"I'm worried about that girl," Prankster spoke for the first time that morning.

"I think we all are," Ramble cracked.

"But not as much as we are about Smarts," Marbles smiled and walked out the door towards the boys room. A silence fell on the room, for five seconds no sound was made and finally, Smarts got the joke.

"Hey," she called out and raced out the door to catch up with Marbles. The rest of the girls laughed at the situation and walked out of the room. The girls, once again, had to cover their eyes when walking past the boy's room and walked out the door. They then waited for the boys outside.

"Hey Marbles," Smarts got her friend's attention.

"What?" Marbles asked.

"Do you wanna race?" Smarts' eyes lit up as she stared down the hill.

Marbles smiled, "Ok, first one to make it down the hill wins."

"Sounds good," Smarts smirked.

"Wait," Prankster cried, "you need a judge." Prank smiled. "Wait just a moment, I'll be down there in a sec." Prankster began to skip down the hill, getting lots of air. When Prank had reached the bottom of the hill she carefully stopped with out crashing and turned to the racing girls at the top.

"Ready," Prank cried, "set….GO!" Prank screamed.

The two girls sprinted down the hill. A long time tradition for the two, whoever lost the race had to buy the winner's papes, even on the good headline days. The two rushed down the hill and past Prankster in a blur.

"I won," Smarts declared, panting.

"No way," Marbles panted along with her friend; "I so won."

"Nope," Smarts was beginning to get her breath back, "ask Prank, she'll tell you."

"Actually Smarts," Prankster smiled, "Marbles beat you…barely."

"No way," Smarts groaned, "fine," Smarts agreed to the bet. Marbles began to giggle at her friend's frustration.

"Did I really win?" Marbles whispered to her sister.

"That's a secret," Prank smirked, "that I'm taking to my grave." Her grin covered most of her face. The rest of the newsies walked down the hill, the New York newsies agreeing that the way down was much better then the way up. Ramble was already making Koan talk in the little English he knew. The color in his cheeks seemed to be brighter today then yesterday. Claire was concerned about Koan being out in the streets of San Francisco. But if the kid needed to learn English, and he wouldn't figure it out without being surrounded by it.

"Hey Race," Prankster smiled and walked up to him.

"Morning," Race yawned, causing some other mouths to yawn also.

The group walked to the distribution center and walk by the already opened gates.

"How's the headline?" Sparky asked an older newsie that already bought his papes.

"It's a good one today," the newsie bragged and held up one of his papes, "the mayor, looks like he was unfaithful." He smirked and walked off. Smarts groaned as Marbles smirk became even wider.

"I hope you brought enough money to by your papers," Marbles teased.

"Shut up!" Smarts cried.

"No, you don't have to by my papers today," Marbles offered.

"You sure?" Smarts asked.

"Sure!" Marbles grinned.

Marbles and Smarts were finishing their conversation when Prank stepped up to get her papers.

"Hiya 'Liam," she greeted William, the distribution officer.

"Prankster?" Liam looked shocked for a moment and then returned to being business as usual. "I'll take 200." She smiled.

"200 hundred to the girl that stopped San Francisco," Liam smiled.

"Thank you much," Prank grabbed her papers and walked towards Racetrack who had already bought his papes.

The newsies agreed to split up and that they would meet each other for lunch. After lunch some of them would go visit Mink and Tenor.

"Come on Racetrack," Prank called, "you're selling with me today." She smiled.

"People out heah neva let ya live dat down do dey?" Race referred to the 'stopped San Francisco' comment. Prank just smirked and shook her head.

"I know," she agreed with her boyfriend, "I mean, that's old news." Prank turned her head to the group of newsies who were warming up their voices and ready to run to their selling spot to sell the papes with the good headline faster.

"We're going to go," Prank called, "we'll see you at lunch."

"Bye," The newsies cheered and turned their attention to the tasks they had to do.

"Let's go," Prank ordered and the duo was off to catch a trolley to the center of San Francisco.

The story about the mayor was one that everyone needed to know, so everyone was buying a pape. A great day for the newsies indeed. They flocked into the restaurant named Sherman's. Their grins were huge; their eyes sparkled with happiness.

"Should tell the mayor to get involved in affairs more often," Banjo smiled, counting his money at the table.

"Wait a minute," Left became concerned, "this man is in a lot of pain right now…shouldn't we feel guilty getting pleasure from this mans pain," Left stood up, to get her point across. The newsies looked at their friend and an unsettling silence fell upon the restaurant…for three seconds for he smiled and shook his head.

"Nah!"

The restaurant erupted with laughter and agreed whole heatedly with their friend. The bell rang, signaling the door had opened and the last two newsies missing entered. Not surprisingly it was Specs and Smarts. Though their papes were gone, their hair was messed up and their faces were all grin.

"Two bucks says that Specs impregnates Smarts within two months," Prank cracked as she saw her two friends walk through the door.

"Hey," Smarts cried.

"Smarts she's right, shut up," Marbles defended her sister. Smarts said nothing but rolled her eyes and sat down in a seat.

"You'se might wanna fix yeah hair," Mush politely pointed out.

"I'll help," Prankster nearly jumped out of her seat and rushed behind Smarts.

"Does anyone have a comb?" Prankster joked to the restaurant, more to the girls then anybody else.

"I do," Chinchilla smiled and threw it at Prank. Prank glared at the younger newsie.

"Chinchilla why do you have a-," Prank started but then shook her head, "never mind, I don't want to know." Prank returned her attention to Smarts' hair and began smoothing out the tangled hair.

"How could your hair get this tangled?" Prankster asked, mostly to herself, and before Smarts could make any smartass comment back Prank stopped her.

"Don't answer that," Prank said quickly, "I really don't wanna know that." Prankster quickly and silently fixed her friends hair and handed the comb back to Chinchilla, who put it back where ever she hid things on her body. (a/n GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER PEOPLE!!!!)

"So, who's coming with us to visit Mink and Tenor?" Marbles asked cheerfully.

"I am!" Prank raised her hand.

"I'se comin'," Mush smiled at Marbles.

"I gotta meet dese people," Race gulped his drink.

"Can't be left behind now," Blink grinned.

"Count us in," Ramble looked at her sisters and then quickly turned her attention to Koan.

"Anyone else?" Marbles looked around the restaurant.

"That's ok," Killjoy shook his head, "tell them I say hi," he smiled.

"Will do," Marbles gave him a mock salute.

"Are they still living in the same place?" Prank asked. Dragon, the Latino newsie, spoke up, "Oh yeah."

To everyone's surprise Mute spoke for the first time since they arrived in San Francisco.

"Tell Tenor he owes me 3 dollars," Mute joked. Prank smiled,

"I'm on it."

"We should get going," Marbles stood up, "lets get out of here." The floor scrapped as the chairs pushed back from the table, and selected newsies stood up. After paying they walked out the door and walked down the street.

"So, dis Tenor….he's ok right?" Blink asked.

"He's not too bad," Marbles smiled.

"Taught us everything we know," Prank grinned.

"He failed dat badly?" Racetrack joked.

"Hey," Prank playfully hit him with her hat. "I'm not bad!"

"Sure Prank, if that helps you sleep at night," Marbles rolled her eyes and continued walking.

"Fine," Prank huffed, "I just won't talk anymore," Prank smiled.

"Promise?" Mush cracked, causing the other newsies to laugh. Prank held her head in defeat.

"I can not believe that I set myself up for a joke and Mush," Prank pointed to the boy as she said his name, "delivered the punchline!"

"It doesn't matter we're here," Marbles pointed to the house that stood in front of them.

"Dis house?" Blink and Mush asked at the same time.

"This one," Marbles smirked.

"No it's that one," Prankster pointed to the house two doors down, "but we're stopping here for tea," Prank joked.

"Yeah," Marbles agreed to what Prank was thinking, "don't ask stupid questions."

"You'se jist get stupid answa's," Racetrack explained.

"Are you saying that all I say is stupid," Prank pretended to be upset.

"Whoa," Race held up his hands in defense and stepped back from the 'angry' girl. "I'se didn't mean it like dat."

Prank's angry face melted and a smile formed, "Yeah I know."

"If you guys are done," Ramble spoke up; "we'd like to go inside now."

"Then start walking you're blocking the stair way," Prank spat.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" Ramble asked in mock disbelief.

"Yes I am," Prank said seriously and pushed her way passed the crowed and began walking up the stairs, the rest of the group following Prankster.

"Hey," Ramble objected, "that's not nice."

"It wasn't supposed to be my sister," Marbles explained.

"Still," Ramble crossed her arms.

"Oh calm down," Prankster smiled. Marbles raised her fist and knocked very softly on the door. The newsies waited, as there was no answer.

"Maybe dey'se ain't home," Mush shrugged and began to turn around.

"Mush," Prank commanded, "don't give up so easily." Prankster raised her fist and knocked much louder then necessary on the door. The door opened a half a minute later. A young man answered the door. He looked about 25 years old. He stood at 5"9' he ran a hand threw his dark curly brown hair.

"Hello," the man questioned the six teenagers and the young boy at his door. "Ummm who are you?" he asked puzzled.

"Tenor," Prank mock scolded, "you don't recognize me, I'm offended."

Tenor's eyes widened, "Prankster," he pulled her into a rough hug, "I thought you were in New York," he said excitedly.

"We were," Marbles smiled.

"Are you going to be rude or are you going to invite us in sometime today," Ramble smiled.

"Oh yes," Tenor smiled and motioned them in, "come on in." Tenor stepped away form the doorway and he turned his head to call his wife.

"Anna," Tenor called. A young woman entered the room, carrying a child about 6 months old. She smiled as she entered the room, her light brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail.

"Hiya Mink!" Ramble waved at the young woman.

"Ramble?" Mink asked shocked. "You're back."

"She's so observant," Prankster cracked. Mink paused at the sound of Prankster's voice.

"I know that voice," she smiled and turned her head toward Prank, "it could only be Prankster."

"Yep," Prank smiled. "We got some new people to introduce you to. This is Mush, Blink, Racetrack, and this adorable little boy is Koan." Prank finished the introductions.

"Hello dere Mink," Blink waved.

"I'm going to assume you three aren't from San Francisco." Tenor guessed.

"Nope, we'se from New York," Racetrack said proudly.

"We had to come back to San Fran for a couple weeks, so we brought them along." Ramble explained.

"Oh," Mink smiled.

"Who is this?" Prank pointed to the little girl in Mink's arms.

"This is Mary," Mink said proudly.

"May I?" Prank asked, wanting to hold her.

"Yeah, sure." Mink gave the baby to Prankster.

"Hi Mary," Prankster began to talk to the child.

"Where are the other two?" Marbles inquired.

"Lyssie and Colin are at the table," Tenor explained, "come on in." Tenor motioned them to the empty chairs; some of them had to sit on the floor.

"Colin!" A little girl cried, "that's not nice." Suddenly a little boy, which could only be Colin, raced into the room and ran behind the chair his mother was sitting in, using her as a shield. A girl raced in looking for her brother. She had dark brown, almost black, hair and dark brown eyes. Looking near identical to her twin brother.

"Colin," she cried to the boy behind the chair, "come out here." Lyssie commanded.

"She may not look like you," Marbles whispered to her, "but she sure acts like you."

"Oh shut up," Prankster snapped at her now giggling sister.

"Lyssie," Tenor spoke softly to his daughter, "why don't you come here?" Tenor took the heat off his son, who had done something to upset his sister. Lyssie's stern face melted and she smiled.

"Ok," Lyssie nearly jumped into her father's lap.

The group of newsies and former newsies talked for hours. Learning about the New York newsies and once Tenor was satisfied that the boys were alright did he calm down about his "girls" going out with them. The sun was setting when the newsies grabbed their hats and began filing towards the door.

"Well," Tenor said, "without meaning to throw you out," he smiled, "we're throwing you out."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Mink offered politely.

"No thanks," Ramble smiled, "we'll grab something on the way to the lodging house."

"Well," Tenor, "hope to see you all soon." This caused an awkward silence; the newsies looked down at their feet.

"Yeah," some of the newsies replied half heatedly, Prankster was the only one to say what everyone else was thinking.

"Who are we kidding? We're never going to see each other after today."

"Tank ya Pranksta for sayin' what we'se all tinkin'," Racetrack cracked.

"Welcome," Prank smiled, but her face fell when she looked at Tenor and Mink.

"Bye you guys," Mink smiled and shook her head, "you all that care of yourselves."

"Especially Smarts," Tenor chimed.

"You got it," Marbles smiled and grabbed the doorknob, twisting it. The group walked outside and down the steps. The couple waved at the group until they were out of site.

"Prankster's right," Mink said sadly to her husband, "we're never going to see them again are we?"

"Probably not," Tenor said softly, "But I've known the Sander's sibling since they were 5 and 4, they're smart and they got good lives ahead of them."

"Yeah," Mink agreed with her husband, "they do make good choices, let's go inside."

"Sounds good," Tenor opened the door and the couple returned to their house to assets the damage of leaving their kids alone.

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At that same moment:

The group of newsies continued running, being chased by an old man who ran his fruit cart. But they youthful newsies were able to lose him three blocks away. But they continued running until they were at the bottom of the hill. Their lodging house sitting at the top. The New York newsies refused to go another step until they got a chance to rest.

"Ramble," Blink panted, "when ya said we'd grab dinna," he held up the apple that he had snagged, "I'se didn't tink ya meant dat."

"Calm down," Prank smiled, "that's how we always get dinner."

"Are you blobs ready yet?" Ramble complained, ready to get to the lodging house. The New York newsies, still lying on the concrete, looked at Ramble with disbelief.

"Ya gotta be kiddin' me," Racetrack sighed.

"Come on guys," Marbles began complaining also. "I want to go home."

"Alright," Mush gave in and struggled to stand up, "I'se ready."

"Ok," Race pulled himself up. Blink grumbled but got up also, and they began to trudge their way up the hill. The sisters began eating their apples, too hungry to wait until they were at the top. By the time they entire group made it to the top the sister were throwing the cores of their apples down the hill. Watching them bounce all the way down.

"Ha!" Marbles exclaimed, "mine won." Earning herself an eye roll from both of her sisters.

"What?" Marbles smiled, "you're just jealous," Marbles finally decided.

"Yeah," Prankster mock agreed with her sister, "you got us there."

"Are we all here?" Ramble inquired.

"Yeah, let's go inside." Marbles pushed the door open. The warmness of the building melted their frozen bodies. But that wasn't all that hit them. The yelling of voices from the boys' room was heard loud and clear.

"Don't mess wid me Bane!" Yelled a voice that was most undoubtedly Spot.

"Shit," Prankster forgot being lady like and ran to the room to stop the fight. Her sisters and the other newsies following close behind.

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MUHAHAHAHA!!!! Cliffhanger, my first suspenseful cliffhanger, and there are more coming! :::smiles::: review if you want me to post more soon. Or maybe I'll just take a break and actually study for my finals….NEVER! VIVA LA STORIES!!!!!!