N/A: I'm back!! Did you miss me? First off I have to say that I'm sorry for practically commanding you to review then setting it up so that most people can't. *Smiles sheepishly*. But I fixed it now so that you can review. PLEAS!!!

To Klover, Hope Diamonde, Wapo (ha ha) and Phychojo: Yah! I have reviewers! Man, right now I can't stop grinning. This is to good. Thank you so much. I hope that you guys keep reading.

Chapter 2 1899 (after the strike):

Step by step he made his way up the stairs and into the bunkroom where the boys and one girl slept. Looking around at the kids, asleep in their bunks, he would have given anything to let them sleep some more but in their line of work it wasn't possible. For they all were newsies and he was their landlord, Kloppman. Taking in a large breath he prepared himself for their morning wakeup call, "Get up! I said up! Get your lazy butts out of bed! Time to sell some papes! Come on boys, get up!"

The sound of his voice he was met with the usual gowns and the call of, "Just five more minutes. Pleas!" or, "For dah love of God, it's to early!"

Smiling to him self he began to make his way back down the stairs. "Cowboy! Hey Cowboy! I want you to make sure everyone gets up. I have some things I need to take care of."

"Hmmm? Oh yah. No problem." As Kloppman began to walk down the stairs a boy of about eighteen dragged himself out of bed. The cowboy hat and red bandana that usually hung around his neck had earned him the nickname Cowboy, though some people still called him Jack Kelly, the name he had gone by ever since he broke out of the refuge. His sandy hair, good looks and charm had made him popular with the girls and his way with words made him one of the best newsies in New York. So it was only natural that he was the leader of the Manhattan newsies. Yawning Jack called out, "Come on guys, get ready. Maybe dah headlines 'ill be good today."

"That 'ill be a foirst." The remark came from Racetrack Higgens, the local bookie and wise guy. For what he lacked in height he made up in words. "Hey any of you'se seen me cigar?"

"No."

"Hey Blink, howed it go with dat goil dah other night?"

"Where's me other shoe?"

"See you'se at the distribution center."

"See yah Mush!"

"Itey you'se better give me back me cigar!"

As all this was going on, the only girl in the room was still lying in her bunk, peacefully asleep. Her tan skin, and boy hand-me-down clothing made the rich people, that she sold her papers to, think she was unattractive, but she really was very pretty with long brow hair and, though at the moment you wouldn't be able to tell, large green eyes.

Guessing that everyone was ready Jack called out, "Come on lets get us some papes!"

Half the boys were already down the stairs when Pie Eater called out, "Ante you'se forgetting some one?"

Turning around Jack realized that Eater was right, he did forget someone. Scotch.

"Hey Scotch! I'se told you'se not tah play another poka game last night! Come on, lets go." In reply Scotch rolled over. "I'se warning you'se, get up." Still Scotch made no effort to get ready. "Fine." Turning his back on Scotch, Jack went into a small room that was a poor excuse for a bathroom.

"Bet you'se he'll soak her."

"No way Jack would ever do dat to her. She's praticaly his little sister! You'se lost it Race"

"No! With water Blink, water! Think for once."

Sure enough Jack came back from the bathroom with the bucket of water the boys used to wash their face with. Grinning he said, "I'se did warn you'se.", and with that he dumped the entire content of the bucket on an unsuspecting Scotch.

"What dah hell!?" Jumping up she forgot that she was on the lower bunk so she hit her head on the top bed. "Ahhh!" Cradling her head she began to yell at Jack using every curse word she knew, including a few Italian insults she had learned from Race.

"Dat's a nice vocabulary you'se got dar."

"Shut up Race!"

Between gasps of breath Jack was able to get out, "I'se did warn you'se…(laughing)…Come on, get ready…(more laughing)." Giving up on trying to keep a strait face Jack fell to the floor next to Race and Blink, laughing uncontrollably.

"I ought tah soak all of you'se." Still holding her head, a soaking wet Scotch got up. "It just so happens dat I'se got papes tah sell." Grabbing the only other shirt she could find she walked over to the bathroom to go change.

"You'd think dat we'se were dah ones over sleepin'."

"Only Scotch would do something like dat."

"Come on! Lets go before we'se late." With a dry blue shirt on, Scotch called from the steps where she was pulling up her suspenders.

"You're telling us tah hurry up?"

"Well someone's got tah keep you'se guys in line."

Standing up Jack dusted of his pants even though the thread bare material was so dirty to begin with it didn't make a difference, "I'se think dat someone needs tah be taught their place."

"You'se might just be right about dat." And with that the three boys raced after Scotch on their way to the distribution center.

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Well that's chapter two! Sorry that it took a week for me to post this. I'm writing this as I go (something that I will never do again), so if you have any ideas just e-mail me. Thanks! And don't forget to REVIEW!!!!