Chapter 7: Magic Knight

            The next morning I decided to sell by myself. I bought my 40 papers, and walked out of the distribution alley. There was a headline about an attempt to kill the mayor, so I was quick to sell out.

            I walked around the city for a while and surprisingly, as I had been in Queens, I  found myself in Central Park. I bought a pretzel from a vender for lunch, and sat down on a bench looking towards a beautiful lake. A few newsies I had met the day before said hello or waved as they passed by. Only Kid Blink stopped to talk.

            "Have a good day?"

            "Yeah, I sold out quick."

            "We all did. Some of us even bought double our usual amount."

            "I should've." We talked a little longer, until Race came past.

            " Blink, I thought you were going to Medda's tonight. It's already 7:30," the short Italian said, looking at his pocket watch.

            "See ya around, Soaker." The two of them left. I stayed where I was for a long time, thinking about all that had changed in the past three days.

            It was dark when I started to walk back to the lodging house. I was wondering why I hadn't seen the red-headed boy, but was more nervous about walking through the city so late at night. I jumped when I heard a sound, but it was only an owl hooting. Before I could regain my composer, a man suddenly appeared out of the shadows, almost like magic.

            "Who's there?!" I cried out.

            The man responded, "Just your daily Prophet." As he stepped closer, I saw it was the red-head. He handed me a newspaper, and was surprised to see that it was the next morning's addition.

            "Where did you get this?" I asked, shocked. He just smiled, kissed my cheek, and was gone as quick as he appeared. More than just a little confused, I continued on to the lodging house. I looked over the newspaper as I walked.  A little scared about the attack of a young girl on the front page, I took the long way back.