While Cristina was still walking with her two heavy suitcases, a man ran to her a tried to steal everything she had, that scared her a little but didn't impede her of keep going. "Blast!" Cristina got furious when she found out that in that attempt to steal her suitcases her money was gone. "I'm dead, I'm just dead now, what the hell am I gonna do?"

The girl ran to an alley and threw her suitcases to the ground. She was cold, homeless and she had nobody with her. "Gosh, Am I giving up?" she asked to herself sitting in top of her suitcases. "Yeah, I am". She kept crying and crying until she heard a voice far away. This voice got every time closer and closer.

"Missy, missy do ya wanna a pape?" Cristina turned around to see a very tall and blonde boy that wore glasses.

"No, boy I'm sorry. I would buy one but they..." the girl made a paused and tried not to cry again.

The blonde guy looked down at her concerned. He went down to his knees and looked into her deep blue eyes.

"Can you tell me what happen to ya, missy?" the boy asked sweetly. "Pretty girls don't cry like that. Did a man break your heart or something? C'mon goily, tell me what happened. I'll listen"

The blonde boy's cheering gave an effect, and young Cristina soon started to tell what happened.

"Ok, I'm just 17 years old, you know? I have lived my whole life in a boarding school. It was a very nice place, but all nice things end, boy. So after saving money for a while, I decided to come here to the big city?" said the girl looking at him. "And I just left today... and these streets are foul and cold. I haven't found a place to leave, a hotel. Ok, you don't need to know any of that. They tried to steal my suitcases and luckily... well, they didn't. I just found out that, I don't know when, they stole my money! I had $150 ... I wont find a place to live and I won't find a job and I'll have to stay in the streets."

He looked at her, meditating. Finally, he came up with an answer.

"Hey, goily I could get you a work and somewhere to live. Do you want to?"

"Yeah... please." Cristina answered, deeply thankful.

"Wouldn't you care about being a newsgoil?"

"No, I guess not. Work is work and it's better to have anything that nothing at all, huh? By the way, my name is Cristina. Cristina Jones." Cristina extended her white and delicate hand.

"Call me Dutchy" said the boy while he took her hand and shook it.

"Your name is not Dutchy," Cristina said sweetly.

"Crispy...you won't be called Cristina in the newsgoils business," Dutchy added.

"My best friend used to call me Crispy," the blue-eyed girl said.

"Let's take ya to Kloppy"

"Kloppy? What's that?"

"Kloppman, the man in charge of the lodging house" Dutchy Laughed

"Mr. Kloppman is very nice... don't worry. And the guys, they're gonna luv ya!"

"And there boys and girls in your lodging house?"

"At the beginning there was only da boys bunkroom, but after the strike they added the goils bunkroom "

"Strike, what strike?" Cristina wondered.

"It's a long story, a strike we won."

"Oh, ok"

"Hey, do you want to go to da Lodging house, leave your suitcoises and then... um, sell some papes with me? Ya know, the last ones of da day".

"Ok, Dutchy"

The two walked to the Lodging house. Dutchy carried the suitcases while Cristina took his papes. Soon they arrived to the Manhattan Lodging House and Kloppman attended the new girl. "Hey Kloppy got ya a new newsie!" yell the blonde boy while he took Crispy's suitcases upstairs.

"Ok, lady. What is yoah name? Yoah full name", asked the old man.

"Cristina Marie Jones"

"Well Cristina, I hope you enjoy selling heah"

"Thanks Kloppy"

"Yoah welcome, sweetie"

Walking and selling papes was fun; Cristina had arrived to that conclusion. Especially with Dutchy, while they sold until the last newspaper they had. Soon Cristina started to attack Dutchy with questions.

"Dutchy?"

"Tell me"

"Why are you a newsie?"

"Dunno. I just ran away from home and it was the foist job I found"

"You're Dutch, right?"

"Yeah"

"Oh, and who called you Dutchy?"

"Cowboy"

"And who's Cowboy?"

"Jack Kelly"

"Lemme get this straight: Jack Kelly's your leader and you were in a strike against Pulitzer, right?"

"Yup, that was some months ago. Jack is the Cowboy. Maybe he'll find a nice name fer ya. I mean, he called me Dutchy and he gave names to racetrack and Blink. "

"I hope he gives me a nice name" Cristina laughed "Dutchy!"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna chocolate?"

"Shoah, D'ya likes chocolates?"

"Luv'em"

"Then I'll call ya Chocolates. D'ya like it? "

"I love it!" Chocolates hugged Dutchy. "Thanks Dutchy!"

"Hey, we have lunch at Tibby's everyday, Wanna come?"

"I'm penniless"

"We invite ya"

"We?"

"Yeah, the boys and goils"

"Ok, thanks"

Chocolates and Dutchy walked to Tibby's, where the newsies were waiting. Well they were waiting but only for Dutchy. When the two kids entered the Restaurant, Racetrack said hello from the table they were sitting in. The girl was afraid at the beginning but then she looked up to Dutchy and the fear was gone.

"Look, I got you'se a new newsgoil"

"·Hiya doll, what's yoah name?" Crutchy asked offering her a chair.

"Chocolates, Dutchy calls me Chocolates" the girl answered.

"Well, we needed a new girl here. Hi, I'm Sparks" a girl with red hair and green eyes said. "We really did. Right, Racey?"

Race looked at her girl "Yeah, we needed a new goil ovah heah." said after kissing her forehead.

"Well thank you for making me feel welcome. By the way, are you guys the only couple over here?" Chocolates wondered curiously.

"Yes" Spot nodded sadly "I just broke up with Cinnamon. Anyway, Jack has to see ya. You'se a pretty goily"

"Well I've heard of this Jack all day long! Sorry, I'll be back in a second. Uh, where's the bathroom?" Chocolates asked.

"Ovah there" said Race pointing at the door. Chocolates left the table and Dutchy was bombarded with questions. He just said that he found here and offered her to be a newsie.

"What do ya think about the goily" Blink played with his hat. "She's beautiful and nice. Is she staying in our lodging house?"

"O'coise!" Dutchy hollered, "Da goil is awlready installed in the goils bunkroom!"

After Chocolates returned to the table, they all ate together. Then they walked to the Lodging House. There the new girl would tell them her story and soon meet the Manhattan Leader, the boy that everybody talks about.


Well, I think I'm done with this chapter. Dunno what will happen when Chocolates meets Jack! I'm still looking for girl newsies, so keep on sending me those characters and reviewing, ok? By the way, Mr. Racetrack Higgins is TAKEN. To my reviewer...

Sparks: You're already in the story... and Racey is all yoahs! Thanks for being my 1st reviewer.

Love you guys!

Chocolates.