I found a title! 'If you walk all over us...' It's from the World Will Know. It's the sixth song in Newsies and my favorite. The full line in 'You walk all over us, we'll stomp all over you.'

-Chapter 1: Carrying the Banner-

-18 March, 1899-

-Manhattan, New York City-

...

It's been three years since I was adopted into the newsies. In those three years, Haymitch, Chaff, Brutus, Cashmere, Gloss, Maple, and Enobaria have left. We also got several newbies, including Jack, Crutchie, and Race. Crutchie is called that because he uses a crutch. Jack is the only other seventeen year old and one of the only newsies who understands what a bad position we're in. The others are Johanna and me.

I forgot to mention that Blight died last year. He got really, really sick. Johanna took it really hard, and we grew closer together through the experience.

Anyway, I the middle of the night I'm lying awake when I hear Crutchie get out of bed and leave the room. Now, I'm used to Jack leaving. It's almost an every night occurrence. But Crutchie? Never. So, naturally, I follow him.

I see him sitting with Jack a few yards away from the house. Jack hears me.

"Hey, Finnick. I've been meaning to talk to you." He says as I sit on the other side of him.

"You've been here since for a while, right? Since back when Haymitch was stuck here?"

"Yeah." I say, nodding.

"That's what I thought. And… do you ever think about how maybe this place ain't so great?"

"What?" Crutchie exclaims. "I get that you want to leave and get to Santa Fe and all, but really, Jackie. This place isn't so bad."

"No," I cut in. "It really is that bad. When I first arrived three years ago, all of us agreed that this is the worst place in the world. All I want to do is get away from here. If you ever make it to Santa Fe, please take me with you."

Crutchie snorts. "You guys are insane."

…..

"Who are you?" I ask the two boys. The older speaks up.

"I'm Davey and this is my brother, Les. We're the new newsies. Can you tell us which way to go to get back to my apartment? I kinda got lost."

"Your apartment? You have a family?" I whisper-shout.

"Yeah. Don't you?"

"Nah. I was orphaned two years ago. All of us are orphans. It's rarer to find a newsie with parents than a newsie who's rich!"

Davey looks at me kind of funny. "What's your name?"

"Jack. I'm sort of the newsie cohead. Finnick and I are the oldest, so that automatically puts us at the top. And Johanna, but she sort of demands respect."

"Who are Finnick and Johanna?"

"Oh, they've been here longer than the rest. Finnick is the guy with the green eyes and Johanna is the girl. Anyway, where do you live? I can give you guys directions."

After I give them directions home, I head back to the house.

Finnick is sitting on the porch, smoking a cigarette. I frown at him.

"I didn't know you smoke."

"I do. When I'm under stress."

Suddenly, a thought hits me. "How do you afford your cigarettes?"

He grins. "I don't. I pickpocket them from ignorant college-age students. It's really easy, actually. I have a whole bunch in my chest."

I smack him lightly. "You really shouldn't do that. You could get in serious trouble with Pulitzer if it give the rest of us newsies a bad rep."

Finnick chuckles. "I think one cigarette won't hurt too much. Besides, I'm under some real stress."

I roll my eyes at him as he finishes his cigarette and reaches for something from his pocket. Probably another. I smack it out of his hands.

"Hey, that's my cigar!" He protests.

"You'll steal another." I respond, pocketing the cigar. I then walk into the house, open his chest and pull out everything larger than a cigarette, meaning all his cigars, et cetera. Then I walk out back and set up a small fire, dumping them all into the fire and running back to the house to get a bucket of water. Once all the cigars finishes burning, I dump the water on the fire and walk back to the house. Finnick has a horrified expression on his face.

"What the heck, man?!?"

I push past him. "I will not have you smoking anything larger than a cigarette and I can barely tolerate that. I'm gonna slowly wean you off cigarettes, and then I'll burn the remains. I hid all of your cigarettes, so you can't have one unless I allow it. I will not tolerate a smoking addict for a roommate."

He glares at me and it's like we're having a standoff, because eventually he says; "like you said: I'll steal another."

"And I'll burn those too. Please, Finnick. Work with me. Give it a shot."

We have another standoff.

"Fine."

…..

-The Academy-

-Presumably New York-

I smile as Legossi tells me I'm wanted in Phillips' office. When I sit down, Mr. Gordon smiles at me.

"We have a mission for you. Do you accept?"

"I accept wholeheartedly." I recite from memory. It's the same call-and-response as always.

"Good. I'm Manhattan, that's in New York City, there are two of my Newsies who we think may begin to rebel against Mr. Pulitzer and me. Their names are Jack Kelly and Finnick Odair. They are the oldest Manhattan Newsies at seventeen. I want you to get them into the refuge, if that's not possible, then you may kill them. There is a third, if you could get her, it would be the best, but just Jack and Finnick would also work. The third is Johanna Mason, a fifteen year old. She's not a problem yet, but she may be in the future."

"Yes sir. I will try my hardest to impress you and our client." I respond, standing up.

"You never fail, do you, Katniss?"

I smile cruelly before leaving the office.