Chapter One
Exactly Two Weeks Since She Left
"Everyone up!! Come on up! Up you get!!" Kloppman yelled as the newsboys of Manhattan groaned at the sound of his voice.
Racetrack looked around as if something was missing. "Ok which one a youse stole me cigar," he yelled. He looked over at Boots and a frown creased his lips. He grabbed the cigar of the boy's mouth.
"What are youse doin?!" asked Race
"I was just lookin," said Boots.
"Can't youse look wit you eyes, that's why youse gout dem" retaliated Race.
Across the room Jack Kelly woke up with a groan, he HATED mornings. Mush came over to Jacks bed, "We's going to Medda's tonoight?" he asked.
"Yeah we's goin," came a tired voice from underneath Jacks pillow.
Every twice a month the Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies would go to Medda's and spend the whole night there; dancing, drinking, gambling, and other things that they won't normally do (except for play poker, they did that every night).
It had been a year since the strike had ended and exactly two weeks since Sarah had left Jack for A HOITY TOITY GUY!! She had become tried of him never paying any attention to her and never having any time for her either. So she had dumped him on Friday night two miserable weeks ago, and every time he saw Mouth (David) he would ask about her and how she was.
Meanwhile he had to endure girls falling for him all the time. It was not like he didn't want a girl, just the right type. And none of the girls in the world could replace Sarah, or so he thought.
Exactly Two Weeks Since She Left
"Everyone up!! Come on up! Up you get!!" Kloppman yelled as the newsboys of Manhattan groaned at the sound of his voice.
Racetrack looked around as if something was missing. "Ok which one a youse stole me cigar," he yelled. He looked over at Boots and a frown creased his lips. He grabbed the cigar of the boy's mouth.
"What are youse doin?!" asked Race
"I was just lookin," said Boots.
"Can't youse look wit you eyes, that's why youse gout dem" retaliated Race.
Across the room Jack Kelly woke up with a groan, he HATED mornings. Mush came over to Jacks bed, "We's going to Medda's tonoight?" he asked.
"Yeah we's goin," came a tired voice from underneath Jacks pillow.
Every twice a month the Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies would go to Medda's and spend the whole night there; dancing, drinking, gambling, and other things that they won't normally do (except for play poker, they did that every night).
It had been a year since the strike had ended and exactly two weeks since Sarah had left Jack for A HOITY TOITY GUY!! She had become tried of him never paying any attention to her and never having any time for her either. So she had dumped him on Friday night two miserable weeks ago, and every time he saw Mouth (David) he would ask about her and how she was.
Meanwhile he had to endure girls falling for him all the time. It was not like he didn't want a girl, just the right type. And none of the girls in the world could replace Sarah, or so he thought.