Notes: Ok, I'm still accepting characters. I can use some more newsies(guy or girl) and some more workers for Medda. Oh, I forgot to mention that I want to know exactly what job you want at Medda's. Either a performer, backstage helper, ect. Please tell what you want. No more spots are open at Tibby's. Two is enough.

Shout-Outs

Written Sparks - Hey, hope you like your character. I'm glad you like my writing.

GeometryGal - I'm glad you like your character. I just love using other characters in my stories.

Dreamer Conlon - Ok, you are definitely in this chapter. Hope you like it. Tell me if anything is out of character and I will try to fix it.

Wish I Could Be

I ran as fast as I could to the lodging house. Upon hearing no laughter or yelling inside, I cautiously approached the front door. Before actually opening the door, I pulled a hat on my head, covering my face. Pushing it open gently, I entered slowly.

"Can I help you," a voice asked suddenly. Looking up, I saw an older man sitting at a desk just inside the building, "I'm Mr. Kloppman, I run this place."

"I was just wondering," I started. He seemed nice enough, but could I really trust him. Might as well, otherwise I would never find out, "I lost a locket yesterday. I believe it was right outside this building. Has anyone found it?" If I just made a mistake, I would never know. Hopefully, he wouldn't ask anyone or at least not mention my description.

"Don't believe anyone has," Kloppman answered, "I'll ask the boys when they get back."

"Oh, no that's okay," I told him, "I must have dropped it somewhere else. Thanks anyway." I started to back towards the door, only to hear it open behind me. I jumped to get out of the way, barely missing getting hit by the swinging door.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you okay," a girl's voice said.

"Yeah," I answered, "You didn't hit me or anything."

"Maybe she can help," Kloppman suggested, pointing behind me. I turned to find a girl standing there, the door just closing behind her. She was about 5 foot 7 with longish light blonde hair, green eyes, and was lightly tanned. She looked from me back to Kloppman and to me again.

"What's going on," she asked, giving her attention to Kloppman.

"Nothing," I said quickly, hoping that Kloppman would take the hint. He didn't.

"She lost a locket yesterday. Have you seen one," he asked her.

"No, sorry," she said, now turning to me, "I'm Sparks." She held out her hand, which I ignored for the moment.

"Thanks anyway," I said before turning to leave.

"Wait," Sparks called behind me, "I'm just going to meet the guys at Tibby's. Why don't you come with me and see if any of them has seen it?"

"No," I said, perhaps a little too quickly and loudly, "I mean, it's okay. I'm sure that I dropped it somewhere else." She gave me a strange look, like she knew that I was hiding something. I quickened my pace, almost running out of the lodging house.

"Everyone ready to head over to Medda's," Rochelle, or Jinx asked, exiting the back of the diner. Jinx had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders and hazel eyes. She stood at 5 foot 6 and had palish skin. "It's supposed to be a really good show tonight."

"Yeah, Snow's supposed to be doing an act," Blink added.

"I think that's the only reason he's going," Jinx teased him.

"It is not," Blink told her. Blink and Snow had been going out for a few weeks now, but it had never been finalized since he hadn't yet asked her to be his girlfriend.

"Sure, that's why you always go whenever she's there," she replied, causing the other guys to laugh.

"Where's Sparks," Blink asked, changing the subject, "We shouldn't leave without her."

"I don't know," Ears told him, "I bet she'll be here in a minute."

"Bet? How much," Race asked, looking up.

"Not a real bet," Ears said, rolling her eyes at him. Just then the door opened and Sparks walked in, "Here she is now."

"Don't change the subject," Jinx said, suddenly looking over at Blink, "So, are you gonna ask Snow to be your girlfriend?"

"Leave me alone," he said, attempting to ignore her.

"Are we going now," Britts asked, "Our shift was over ten minutes ago." She pointed to herself and Jinx. Blink sent her a grateful look for getting the attention off him.

"Hey, has any of you seen a locket lying around," Sparks asked suddenly. All talking stopped as they turned to look at her and then at Mush.

"Why," Mush asked.

"There was some girl at the lodging house looking for one," Sparks explained, "Thought she lost it and we might have seen it."

"Did you get her name," Britts asked. Sparks shook her head.

"No, she ran off before I could ask.why?"

"The same thing happened to me this morning," Britts told her, "Wouldn't tell me her name, ran off suddenly. Guess she was heading to the lodging house."

"Well, what did she look like," Jack asked, "She was at the lodging house last night too."

"All I know is that she has brown hair," Sparks admitted, "She was wearing a hat, pulled down. I couldn't see her face."

"We have the locket," Mush said, pulling it out of his pocket and showing her. Sparks took it and opened the heart shape, "We think that's her family."

"Guess we'll have to return it later," Sparks said, handing it back, "Let's go already. The show's starting in fifteen minutes."

I stopped when I saw the familiar building. It was 'Irving Hall'. I often snuck in to see the show, but mostly to get away from the cold. Taking a few steps back, I located the back door and slipped inside, after making sure that no one was paying attention.

The hallway was dimly lighted, a sure sign that a show was about to start. I made my way through the familiar maze of the backstage area. I took light steps, knowing that any sound could attract attention. Too late, I thought just as I ran into someone rushing across my path. I stepped back quickly.

"Who are you," the girl asked after a minute, sounding a little unsure of asking the question, "What are you doing here?"

"I just came to see the show," I replied slowly.

"Do you always come through the back door," she asked nervously, stepping forward a little. She had dirty blonde hair that went to her shoulders, hazel eyes and had lightly tanned skin. She was about 5 foot 3.

"Yeah," I told her, "Usually the show isn't about to start though. Are you a performer?" I felt that I could trust her. After all, she didn't know about the locket.

"No," she answered, "I just help with backstage work. I wish I could be out there though." She paused for a second, "Who are you?" I immediately wished that I were somewhere else at that moment.

"Uh.I'm." I started, raking my brain for any fake names that I could use, "I'm.Alaska." I blurted this last part out. It was the one place I could think of that was as far as I could get from here.

"I'm Dreamer," she introduced herself, holding out her hand. I shook it briefly, "Wanna watch the show from backstage? I could use the help." I looked at her in surprise. She was asking me to stay? It had been so long since I'd been around people that I had forgotten what it was like to have someone be genuinely nice to me.

"Sure," I agreed quickly. I wasn't quite ready to go back outside. Besides, after all the years I had been alone, it seemed that I had finally found a friend. I guess I had also never really given someone a chance before. Maybe it was time that I did.