Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. Don't sue me. I do own Jameson Conlon (A.K.A Jamie)

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It was another hot August morning. Jamie Conlon stood talking with her best friends Racetrack, Kid Blink, and Mush. Her brown hair caught sun rays , her piercing green eyes were focused on Kid, her tanned skin was already absorbing more sunlight. She was abut Mush's height but looked taller due to her long legs. She was getting her usual eighty papers when she heard some startling news.

"Jack broke it off with Sarah." Kid told Jamie, Racetrack, and Mush.

"Doily girl?" Racetrack asked in disbelief.

"The very same." Kid replied. Jamie dropped her papers, her mouth agape.

"W-w-when?" Jamie stammered.

"L-l-last n-night." Kid mocked. Jamie slapped him with her hat. This led to Mush and Race joining in and hitting Kid and Jamie who in turn hit them back. It quickly turned into a full-frontal hat war among the four.

"You seem happy." Mush commented on Jamie's broad grin when the battle subsided.

"I DON'T LIKE HIM!" Jamie shouted. Every newsie stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

"No one said you did." Mush pointed out. The newsies went back to joking around and improving headlines.

"Well I did on the way over this morning but she couldn't possibly know." Racetrack admitted mostly to himself.

"You said what!" Jamie snapped. Race laughed nervously and shrugged.

"Nothing." He muttered, lowering his head.

"You're impossible, Racetrack. "Jamie informed him as she slapped him with her hat. Another hat war broke out.

"Erm. Sorry to interrupt your, um, slapping. But can I talk to you Jamie?" Jack asked as he approached the group, hands in his pockets.

"Sure." Jamie answered giggling. She gave Kid a few more blows as she left her friends to fight it out without her. Jack and Jamie sat down on the end of one of the paper carts.

"Did you hear?" Jack asked unsure of how to continue.

"Yeah. Everyone knew within milliseconds, as usual." Jamie answered biting her lip.

"It was for the best you know?"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me."

"I guess I just love someone else."

"Anyone I know?" Jamie smiled wryly.

"You might. I'll tell you later. Anyways, Spot sent me a letter last night. He wants to see you today. I suggest you head down there soon."

"Jack why can't spot come here?"

"You know Brooklynites aren't allowed in Manhattan."

"But that's not fair!" Jamie whined.

"No one ever said life was fair. That's just the way it is." Jamie rolled her eyes and stormed off. Jack sighed and scanned the crowd for Dave before buying his papers.

"Fellas, I gotta go to Brooklyn today." Jamie told her best friends.

"Jamie how about I come with you. I know I'm not suppose to and all, but I'll be with you." Race offered bravely.

"Well I do hate going there alone. Alright Let's get going huh?" Jamie was happy to have some company to see her volatile brother. Even if it was going against the newsie code. Way back when Jamie first started working in Manhattan, Brooklyn and Manhattan were great friends. But that all changed when a Brooklynite was found dead in a Manhattan Lodging House. Brooklyn was furious and dismissed Manhattans explanation. Ever since then no Brooklynite steps into Manhattan and no Manhattaner goes to Brooklyn. Except Jamie who originally grew up in Brooklyn but moved to Manhattan. Jamie had it arranged so she was allowed access to both places.

Jamie had always felt that her brother suffered from short-man syndrome. It was a term she coined that referred to short men who were constantly trying to prove themselves to the world. Such as Napoleon. Such as Spot Conlon.