Well, I know this is a LONG time without posting, I'm sorry everyone, Life happened. Ff.net was down, and then I was in bed for a week, then I had camp, and before I knew it summer passed and it was time for school. Then school came and…wow I've been busy.

Anyway, I really don't like this story, I have other projects I need to work on, (left shoe show for instance) but I hate to leave things unfinished. So I'm going to finish it. There is probably only 2 chapters left, but only the last chapter is written. (don't ask, it's how I write.

Thank you's: thank you for all who've reviewed. You guys rock!

Disclaimer: San Fran newsies are mine! New York newsies…not mine, any questions? Good.

Now on to chapter 19

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Prankster felt well rested when she woke up, she also noticed that it was still dark with only the first morning rays peaking over the horizon, they offered her only source of light at the moment. She eagerly got out of bed, excited that she would get to leave the lodging house today. She didn't care what anyone said, she was ready, tired of being stuck in the medical room, and would be damned if anyone tried to convince her to stay in bed. She dressed quickly and walked out of the door and smirked to herself when she saw all the boys asleep in their beds.

She seriously considered waking them up herself, but decided that she would leave that job to Claire and walked towards the front desk. She jumped on the desk and sat on it, letting her legs dangle.

Prankster turned her head when she heard Claire's door open and the small women entered the room. Still half asleep herself, it took her about three steps into the room for her to notice someone else was with her.

"Morning Prankster." She seemed a little surprised to see her up.

"Hiya Claire." Prank smiled and waved.

"You're up a little early." The older women stated the obvious.

"Yeah, I'm just ready to start selling," Prankster said with just a lot more enthusiasm, than a normal person ought to have at 6:15 in the morning.

"I wanted to wake them up," Prankster continued, "but then I remembered that's your favorite part of the day."

Claire smiled, "Thanks for thinking of me."

"Yeah, no problem."

Claire shook her head, her grin still on her face, "Why don't you wake up the girls up for me."

"Really?" Prankster's eyes gleamed with happiness.

"Yeah sure," Claire chuckled, "go yell at some girls."

"Yes." Prankster exclaimed.

Claire turned and began to walk to the boys' room, but she stopped and turned around. "Prankster, how many times do I got to tell you to 'stay off the counter?'"

"Until I stop doing it." Prankster sighed and jumped off the counter. But Prankster's disappointment lasted only a moment. She rushed in front of Claire to pass the boys room and wake up the girls.

Prankster noticed all the girls were fast asleep, they all looked so peaceful, so at ease, Prankster smiled.

'This won't last long.' She thought, and took in a deep breath, so she could beat Claire in yelling today.

"RISE AND SHINE GIRLIES, IT'S TIME TO GET UP."

Prankster smirked when she saw the girls jump and groan at her screaming. She smiled when she heard some of the boys groan.

"Prankster?" Smarts asked in a weak voice, "why in gods name are you up and….and…" Smarts stopped, trying to find an appropriate word.

"Loud?" Right offered her a word.

"Perky?" Chinchilla yawned.

"Yeah," Smarts pointed to Chinchilla and Right, "what they said."

"Come on girls, get up," Prankster ignored her friends comments, "I'd get up before the boys turn the bathroom into a war zone," she suggested and then walked out the door.

In order to get to the front desk, Prankster needed to walk through the boys room. Showing no shame, Prankster walked into the room, keeping her eyes locked on the exit. She heard the boys complain, and even though she couldn't see them, she could imagine them covering themselves.

"Ah, don't flatter yourselves." Prankster cracked, her eyes never leaving the exit, she walked quickly and exited the room. She smiled to herself when she saw the counter unguarded and sat on the counter again.

The group walked down to the D.O. ready to sell in the cold morning air. The newsies all began to line up once they arrived, except for the four Sanders children.

"Aren't you guys gonna get in line?" Twitch asked.

"We'll meet you guys for lunch," Killjoy told Twitch and the siblings turned.

"We're meeting some people before we go," Marbles assured them.

"Yeah, we'll be back," Ramble called and the siblings left the office with no papers to sell.

"Who're dey meetin'?" Racetrack looked suspicious.

"Yeah, didn't they already talk to Mink and Tenor?" Sparky asked confused.

"Geez, you guys are dense." Smarts spoke up.

The other girls nodded in agreement.

"Right, do you know where they're going?" Left inquired his best friend.

"It's obvious," Right responded.

The boys still looked confused.

"Take it away Smarts," Chinchilla shook her head.

"Alright, who would Prankster like to see?" Smarts asked, hoping the boys would get it.

"Where'd dey go?" Jack asked getting annoyed, and a groan from a newsie that rarely talked was heard…Daisy.

"Why are guys so stupid sometimes?" She nearly shouted. "They are going to the cemetery to visit their family you brainless excuses for humans!"

The newsies looked a Daisy in shock. She only yelled the headlines and barely talked any other time.

"Oh my god she snapped." Mock stared.

Daisy picked up her papers and grabbed Chinchilla's arm.

"Come Chilla, I want a good selling spot." The two walked down the street and out of sight.

"Well," Smartass broke the awkward silence, "the papes don't sell themselves."

That snapped the newsies out of it and they began to collect their papes to sell.

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The siblings walked down the street. They walked in silence, none of them knowing what to say. They stopped when the cemetery came into view. They paused for a moment until Prankster finally spoke.

"Well, there it is."

"Yep," Killjoy agreed, "Shall we?"

"Do you guys remember where they buried them?" Ramble asked.

"Umm…I know they're buried together…that's it." Marbles offered.

"Let's split up," Killjoy spoke, "call out if you find 'em."

With that the children turned in opposite directions, their eyes frozen to the head stones. It was about three minutes later that Ramble shouted out.

"Look, I found them," Ramble pointed to the headstones. The others walked over to Ramble. There were the graves. Their brother's, mother and stepfather.

"Well," Killjoy broke the unsettling silence, "there they are."

"Yeah," Prankster agreed, "there they are." Silence fell on the siblings once more.

"Is it supposed to be this uncomfortable?" Ramble asked.

"Yeah, I think it is." Marbles nodded her head.

"So what do you do, we talk and stuff?" Ramble looked to her brother. Killjoy nodded his head.

"I guess," he shrugged, "does anyone want to talk?" He looked at his sisters. Marbles and Ramble avoided eye contact. Prankster sighed and spoke up.

"I'll talk." She stepped foreword.

"We'll wait for you over there." Ramble pointed to the daisy patch and walked away, Marbles in pursuit. Killjoy looked at Prank and then turned to follow his younger sisters. Prankster made sure that they were out of hearing distance before she spoke.

"Hi mom," She waved to the gravestone. "Umm..sorry I haven't visited lately, there's been about 3,000 miles of dirt between us. She smirked before she continued.

"This will.." She paused to find the words, "this will probably," she paused again, and then she spoke in a sudden rush of words, almost breaking Ramble's record, "no, this will be my last visit and I mean it this time, because I'm going to New York, and I'm never coming back and…" she paused again and then continued slower.

"and I guess I'm saying, I'll miss you mom, all of you." She looked at the other gravestones and then muttered softly, "I already do." She looked at the ground and turned her back to the graves and walked to the daisy patch. An unsettling silence fell on the siblings again.

Finally Killjoy spoke up. "Never thought I'd see the day when Ramble didn't want to talk." Making the girls crack a smile, and then start giggling.

"Come on guys," Prankster pouted, "I said something."

"Well," Ramble pointed out, "you wanted to come, we're just here for support." She smiled, Prankster groaned.

"I hate it when you're right," Prankster then changed the subject, "you ready to go?"

"Yeah," Killjoy nodded his head, "Let's go meet the rest for lunch." The siblings walked toward the gate and only glanced back when they reached it. Knowing that it would be the last time any of them came back.

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The newsies chatter filled the restaurant when the siblings entered. Making the bell at the door make it's ever-so popular 'ding.'

"Hey guys," Smarts greeted them and then turned her attention back to Specs who was sitting next to her.

The siblings grabbed their chairs that were spaced all across the diner and sat down.

"Oh you missed it," Smarts spoke to Prankster, "Daisy yelled."

"You mean to sell papes?" Prankster asked.

"No, I mean, she yelled at the boys."

Prankster gave a look of disbelief. "Well what were the boys doing?" Prankster asked, but changed her mind when Smarts opened her mouth. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"I can't believe we're leaving tomorrow." Ramble changed the subject.

"Oh yeah," Prankster remembered, "Mute's not coming back with us." She said casually.

"What?" Marbles and Ramble asked in unison.

"Pardon?" Smarts eyes grew wide.

"Mute didn't want to come back." Prankster explained, "I never said he couldn't come back."

"Yeah, sure," Smarts said in a tone of disbelief.

Prankster sighed, "it's not like that."

"I believe ya," Smarts said, in a tone that clearly stated the opposite.

"Stop being a Smartass, Smartass." Prankster said a little louder then necessary.

"Hey," Jack turned around, "What's da matta?"

Before anyone could explain, Smarts spoke up in a voice that was louder than neseccary,

"Prankster's pregnant!"

This caused everyone in the restaurant to stop and stare at Smarts and Prankster. Even the waiters, busboys, and the greasy chef walked out of the back to see what was going on.

Prankster looked around, "What can't take a joke, get back to your lives." And there was peace in the restaurant once more.

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I know, very short considering how long I've been away, but yeah. Anyway, don't expect an update right away. (finals are next week, NOOO!!!!) So I'll see you guys later.