Hello all!! I know I haven't updated in forever, but I've had humungous writer's block.  So I've resolved to work extra hard on this story, starting with new formatting and two new (relatively long) chapters. Hopefully, I'll finish the rest soon, but I really don't know yet. But reviewing does help. *Hint, Hint*

Disclaimer: Disney owns Newsies. I do not own Newsies. If I did I own Newsies I would have made so many sequels that the newsies would have needed physical therapy from dancing so much.

Prologue

"Hey Angel, get up!"

          "God Spot! Don't ya call me dat! You know how Ise hate dat nickname!"

          "Youse hate it? And all dis time I tought ya loved it," Spot smirked at Donna. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure. Fine, fine, I'm gett'n up now. Happy?" Donna groaned as she rolled off the bed to her feet. Spot just grinned.

          Don rubbed her eyes and noticed there was no one else in the room. "Ya know youse didn't have ta clear dem all out for me." Spot laughed and said, "Ya think I'd do dat for youse? Nah, youse just woke up aftah everyone got ready."

          Spot followed Don into the bathroom and watched her splash cold water on her face. "Tanks again," she said as she was drying her face with a towel, "I don't know what I wudve dun widout youse. Since dah fire, I didn't really have anywhere ta go. Both Mom and Dad were only children." At this last sentence, a lump developed in her throat. Spot came over to her and wrapped her in a hug. "Come on. Youse think Ida let youse roam dah streets alone? Ya know as well as I do dat Aaron wouldn't have lemme done dat." "Yeah, well, in case youse didn't notice before, Aaron's not exactly here right now," Donna spat out bitterly. "What great luck I have. I lost me mudda an' me fadda an' me brudda. Ise got no aunts or uncles an' me grandparents live in anudda country an' may be dead for all I know. Ise a true orphan." Don sighed and started to brush her teeth. "Hey, youse still got me," Spot said encouragingly. Donna spit and washed her mouth out with water. "Yeah I know. Ise dah luckiest goil alive. Ya don't need ta remind me dat any goil wud die ta be dis close ta youse, Mistah Playah." With that, Donna walked back through the bunk portion and into Spot's room. "Still, Ise gotta go. Ise need a fresh start, where nobody knows me. Brooklyn's great, and I promise I'll visit, but I need ta go where Ise ain't gunna be 'Aaron's little sistah' or 'Spot's #1 goil'. Ya know?"

          "Yeah, yeah, Ise knows. I just wish yad tell me where youse settlin down." Spot continued talking so she wouldn't cut him off. "Ya knows Ise wouldn't pull no strings if ya didn't want me ta. Ise respect your want to go out in dah world and all dat crap. Its just Ise needs ta check up on ya every now and den."

          She gave him a kiss on the head and sighed. "Spot, youse knows I can take care of myself. I learned how ta fight from dah best." Seeing the smile slowly growing on his face, she acted astonished. "The Great Spot Conlon smilin? Who'd ah tought?" Spot just gave her a friendly punch on the shoulder and left the room. He didn't want her to see him cry.