Disculpame! (translation:excuse me) I'm afraid I forgot the lovely disclaimer that fanfic writers are all cursed with. I'll put it in a bit.

To Sapphy: Thank you so much for the review, it encourages me (cute thing with Race too). Don't worry, it's a pretty good story, not saying 'the best' but it's an OK thing. I'll try and update as soon as possible for each chapter = )

To orangekiwi: you are a dear. Yes, I'm as careful as possible with my spelling.

To Kawaii Julie Sama: Don't worry, I'll update as soon as possible. Thank you for the compliment.

To Moonlights Sundance: I am sorry that Boots got yelled at (he is a cutie pie) but it had to be (sigh) it's part of the story, I do apologize.

Disclaimer~ I do not own Newsies, won't ever (sob) just my characters that have been added. If you even think about sueing me I'll soak ya!

CHAP 2

Now, just to clarify for people who were wondering at the end of chapter 1. I am not fat. Not even 10 pounds overweight. It's just that if you are born at nine pounds you will never be what some people call 'petite'.

"By the way," I said, finally realizing that what had happened in it's essence didn't fase me as much as I thought it would, "Do you suppose you could fetch me some 'regular' clothes?"

I admit, I dress like a skater, so be it. But it wouldn't work very well in 1900.

Boots looked confused but Jack answered, "Yeah, dere are some knickers unduh da bed and you can borrow one of my shirts. But goily, why do youse dress so weird?"

"I'll tell you later" I promised. Boots looked curiously at me while Jack got me a shirt that wasn't a camo tanktop. I turned to Boots who was still standing there looking at me. "Later! now will you two beat it so I can get dressed?" I didn't say it harshly or loud but they went in a hurry anyways.

"Hey Jack,"I heard Boots say as I pulled on my faded black knickers and gray shirt, "She don't sound like she's from da Bronx, does she?" I laughed quietly to myself as I fixed my hair so that it actually stayed away from my face.

"Hey-lo!" I was much more cheerful now, my headache completely gone, "I'm kinda hungry, do you know where I can get something to eat?"

~Point of Veiw change~

Jack fianally got a good look at the girl. She certainly wasn't pretty, with a sqareish face and jaw-line. She also had a extravagantly generous helping of freckles, which were everywhere you looked. On the arms that showed from the rolled up sleeves, many on the face, and even on the bare calves her knickers sported. And----OH MY! Jack wondered how he had missed the flaming red hair, quite a bit of it! She did look freindly enough, Jack noticed, with that sort of 'good morning' smileon and snappy pale blue eyes. His eyes were immediately drawn back to the hair.

"What's wrong?" she asked, with a slight frown.

"Youse head's on fiah!"

At this comment she broke out laughing. "Come on!" she called, with amusement in her voice.

~P. O. V. C~

We arrived at a small restaurant called Tibby's witin 20 minutes and entered.

"Who's da goil Jack? She's doesn't look like she's your type."

This comment threw me slightly but I decided to be my usual self. I walked over to the boy who had said this and promptly introduced myself, "The names Geneva, Geneva Rockeman." I followed this with the most friendly smile I could muster and there was a split second of silence before I added, "And you are?"

"Racetrack." The boy replied, and at my confused look said, "It's what all the guys call me."

"Oh, I see, well, pleased to meet you. Now, who else do I need to meet?"

Racetrack answered immediately, "This here's Mush, Crutchy, Kid Blink, Dutchy, Skittery, Specs, Ten-pin, Snipeshooter, Itey, Bumlets..." and a few others. While I went down the line with my eyes I noticed that they all looked at me strangely.

"Alright!" I said, when Racetrack was done introducing everybody, "What is everybody looking at?"

All of the boys looked sheepish for a moment before Race said, "We usually see Jack wid blonds, dat's all."

I almost went to pieces laughing, "Oh! No, no, no, I'm not WITH Jack, he found me in the Bronx, unconcious, and carried me here."

"Who hit ya?" One of the boys, Snipeshooter I think, asked.

"I wasn't hit, I...um...was kinda sick, had a really bad headache. I fell asleep and didn't wake up for quite a while." I said lamely. "Anyways," I said, smiling, "Who can I bum a meal off of?"

Race stood and volunteered, "Do me da honor?"

"Oh sure!" I said, and joined him.

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Hope you like it so far, questions, reviews, and suggestions are welcome = )