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Chapter 3

Daggers woke up in the small warehouse by their dock that the Brooklyn newsies had converted into their own version of the Manhattan lodging house. It wasn't as nice, and didn't have all the conveniences of the Manhattan lodging house but it had make shift beds, blankets and some plumbing. It fit Daggers just fine. She didn't need anything besides that and with all the swimming they did who needs bath tubs. The boys thought it was odd she insisted on swimming with her clothes on but as long as she wasn't throwing any daggers they didn't care what she did.

Daggers days were spent selling papers and then going with the boys to the dock to swim. The boys all had the same tough exterior but on the outside they all had very different personalities. At first they had been unsure of Daggers and letting her inside their little group of newsies seemed imposterous, but Spot pressed for her to become one of them and on one challenged Spot. Spot always got his way.

Daggers was feeling particularly sore that morning from a fight the night before with a couple of scabs that had gotten in her way. Nothing serious, well not for her anyway, just a couple of burses and a really bad headache, if she was feeling this bad she felt sorry for the scabs. She started to get up and the headache worsened causing her to flop back into her bed.

"Daggers, ya 'k," asked one of her new found friends Rocket. "I'se seen when ya don't want to get up, but you'ves never flopped like that before."

"Fine, just tired," Daggers lied as she tried to get up again, much more successful this time.

"Youse don't look fine," added Riddles.

"What youse all doing, lets go before the scabs get all the papes," Flame said walking over. "Daggers youse don't look don't look so good."

"Hey Docs, you cans tell when peoples are sick, can't ya?" asked Riddles.

"Hey, I wanna be a doctor, I ain't one yet." Docs replied walking over.

"Well, here's your big chance," Riddles motioned towards Daggers as he spoke.

"Yeah, whats he got Docs," Hour added.

"I'm fine, leave me alone," Daggers snapped.

"If Daggers says he's fine, then he's fine," Spot announced finally showing up.

"Thank you," Daggers said half stumbling across the room to rinse her face in some cold water to wake her up.

"Spot, I'se don't think he should be going anywhere, he don't look good at all, can't even walk right." Riddles said directly challenging what Spot had said.

"It's not our business whether he wants to take the day off or not. We's got ourselves to watch out for. If he thinks he feels well enough to sell papes, then he can go and sell papes." Spot replied.

"But if you tell him to stay here, he'll do it." Riddles pressed his luck again.

"Riddles drop it," Flame replied shaking his head.

Daggers listened but continued to get ready as Riddles tried to convince Spot to make her go back to bed. Leaving as the argument ended not waiting for anyone, she was getting to close to these boys. Friends are fun for a while but after a while they start caring a little too much about you and that's when it starts too dangerous.

The walk to the local deposition center was pretty short and by the time she had gotten there her head had started to clear a little. Not really but she had regained the ability to walk. Daggers already had her papers and was ready to go selling when the other newsies finally showed up.

"Daggers, maybe ya shouldn't be sellin' alone today," Spot muttered.

"Fine, if ya'll will leave me alone about it. Who's I sellin' wit?" Daggers said giving in. Her head hurt too much to try to navigate through the streets of Brooklyn on her own.

"Your sellin' wit me," Spot said in the same tone as before.

"Hurry up and get your papes, I'se not in a very patient mood.

Spot took his time just to spite her and then they headed off to sell. The day was pretty easy; Spot knew all the best places to sell and even showed her a few tips. They finished pretty quickly and they were first back to the dock. Spot perched himself on his crate and Daggers sighed closing her eyes, dropping her hat over them, then sitting down her back resting against Spot's crate.

Daggers could hear Spot using his sling shot, the constant sound of yesterday's glass bottles breaking, and the southing sound of the water lapping up against the poles of the dock. Her peace was broken by the slight shake of someone walking across the dock. The pace was too quiet to be anyone the newsies coming back. Daggers lifted her hat to see who it was.

"Hello boys," Said one of two officers. "This is where the newsies swim isn't it?"

"Why?" Spot replied.

"We were wondering if anyone had seen this girl here," said the other drawing out a picture and showing it to Spot.

"Sorry Officers, I'se never seen anyone like that." Spot said after studying the picture for a moment. Then turned to Daggers and said "Has you Daggers?"

Daggers got up and looked at the small picture of herself dressed like a normal girl. She pretended to think about it for a moment.

"Nope," Daggers said shaking head.

"Keep, the picture," the first officer said handing the picture to Spot. "Show it to the other newsies if any of them know where to find her please contact us." With that they left.

Spot pocketed the picture and pulled his walking stick. Then he pulled out the picture again to get a better look at it. Daggers watched Spot out of the corner of her eye, calmly like nothing was happening but was really holding her breath.

"Ya don't have a sister do ya?"

"Nope,"

"hmmm,"