Hey! Sorry for the long wait! Hope I did kill you with the excitement. Haha. Well thanks to everyone who reads my story! And thanks to Blue Boxer for reviewing my chapter 4. Oh ya. Um I just figured out how to show the bold and the italics so I have edited the last chapters also. Well on with chapter 5.

Chapter 5

"Jack! Are we there yet?" Rachel asked. "We've been walking from the distribution center to here non-stop."

"We're almost there! There's the Brooklyn Bridge." Jack said stopping for Rachel to catch up.

"Well, well, well. Ain't it Jackie-boy?" Spot said. "Did you replace Sarah?"

"Spot! I see you're still here with your river view." Jack and Spot did the "traditional" newsie handshake, the spit shake. "No, I didn't replace Sarah. This is Rachel Smith. She's staying at the lodging house."

"I'm Spot. Spot Conlon." Spot took Rachel's hand and kissed it.

Rachel couldn't help but giggle. "Hi Spot." She blushed.

"Spot's the most respectable newsie in all New York… but only when there's no girl around." Jack laughed.

"Really?" Rachel laughed as Jack hid behind her away from Spot's reach. "Jack, what do you have to say to Spot? I'm getting hungry."

"Oh okay. Hey Spot." Jack walked up to Spot. "Peace. Okay peace. Tomorrow night. We're going hold a rally."

"Why? We're going on another strike?" Spot asked.

"No… we just want have a meeting with the Brooklyn newsies again."  Jack replied. "Why don't you come with us to Tibby's? The group is there."

"Sure. Why not." Spot said.

Rachel, Spot, Jack, and a group of Brooklyn newsies started to walk back to Tibby's.

~*~

They arrived all laughing and enjoying themselves. Rachel was the first to walk in.

"I'm starved! What's good to eat here?" Rachel looked around. Groups and groups of newsies sat around eating hot dogs and sandwiches.

"Yah! There's a bunch in the back!" Blink yelled out after his bite.

"Gross! You're spitting out sandwich bits everywhere!" Mush snatched a napkin wiping his vest.

Spot and the Brooklyn newsies ran to the back, grabbing a plate.

"HEY! SAVE SOME FOR ME!" Rachel ran towards the group. As soon as she got her food, she sat down on the chair Race set out for her.

"Wow! I've never seen a girl jump on someone like that. You were like a tiger pouncing on its prey." Mush sipped his drink.

"Never stand in the way of a starving girl and her food." Rachel started eating. "Excuse my un-lady manners."

~*~

"Wow. I'm so full!" Rachel stepped out of Tibby's, rubbing her stomach. "So? What now?"

"You can sell papes with one of the newsies." Jack answered.

"You can sell with me." Race said. "I'm no where near done."

"Sure, I guess. What do I do?" Rachel asked.

The other newsies started yelling out headlines and walked the other way. Rachel looked over at Race, who was saying thank you to this gentleman.

Race turned around. "Hey! Look this guy gave me two quarter!" Race looked so excited.

Rachel smiled. Wow these guys are really poor. Should I go back to the house and get my money? No, no I shouldn't. Auntie Kris won't let me out of her sight again if I went back. Rachel laughed as she watched Race put the two quarters under his hat.

"For safe keeping." Race said patting his hat. "Okay! This is what you do. You hold look your paper like this…" He picked up a newspaper over his head.

"How much for that paper?" asked a young lady.

"Oh! A nickel, please." Race gave the paper to the lady and received a nickel in return. "Thank you."

Race placed the nickel in his pocket. "Anyways. You hold up like this is. And then you yell out a…"

"I'll buy that paper." A young man held out a nickel.

Race handed him the paper and took the nickel. "Okay again. Hold up the paper. Find an interesting headline, like…" Race put the paper down and thought. He held the paper up again. "I got it! TORNADO KILLS HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE!"

A group of men and women came towards him. "Thank you! Nickel please. Here's your paper." Race tried to balance his money and papers all at the same time. The crowd started to depart as they got their papers.

"Okay!" Race looked over at Rachel who was laughing. "Now you try!" Race reached down to grab a paper. "Hey! All sold!"

"And I didn't even hafta lift a finger." Rachel said laughing even more. Race and Rachel slowly returned to the lodging house.