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Chapter Two

Selling

When Amanda some up she found herself looking into a pair of light blue eyes. She gasped. Amanda covered her face with her jands, as if that would protect her.

"Race, get away from dat poor goil. You've scared 'er," Jack scolded.

Race ignored his friend. "How you's doin', 'Manda?"

"Fine, until you scared the wit out of me!" exclaimed Amanda.

He just laughed in reply. "Come on, Diamond. We'd got a lot of explainin' to do."

Amanda sat up. "What did you call me?"

"Diamond. 'Cause you's eye sparkle. Now come on," Race explained.

She followed Race to the middle of the room. Amanda still covered herself with her shawl, even though it was late Spring. Face out his hand on her back and yelled,

"Everyone! This is Amanda Delany! She's gonna stay here with us as long as she needs. Now be respectful to 'er. Or I's will go act's your head! Got dat?"

The boys murmured yes. Before long a crowd had gathered to ask questions. Earlier Jack had told the boys that they found a girl last night, but that was mostly it.

"Hey! You's gotta get ready ta well papes! Getta away from 'er!" Jack ordered, pushing the newsies away.

"Your Newsies?" Amanda asked Race.

"It's a fine life," Race started to say. But he was something out of the corner of his eye. "Hey! Albert give me back me cigar!"

Face started to chase Albert around the room. Amanda laughed. She hadn't laughed this hard since...

"Do you wanna just stay 'ere?" Jack asked interrupting Amanda's thoughts, "You could go and sell paper with Race if you'd like. But..."

"I'd love to sell papes with Race," Amanda told him.

After all the boys were dressed Race had gotten back his cigar. Race went to Amanda and offered her his arm. Amanda took it. Race brought her to the gate. The two were still in the back, but she still noticed the Delancy brothers. Amanda his her face with her arm.

"What's wrong, Diamond?" Race whispered.

"Is that Oscar and Morris Delancy?" she wondered.

"Yeah. We's all wanna hide from dem," Race jocked.

"They're my brothers. I can't let them see me," Amanda said in a low voice.

The first thing Race was tell Jack. From there Jack was able to get the news out to every newsie without anything bad happing.

"Jack order me fifty papes, would ya'?" Race whispered handing Jack the money. " Amanda and I'll meet you on the other side."

Amanda and Race rushed to the other side. Jack handed Race his papes. Race led Amanda to his favorite selling spot near the bridge.

"Extra! Extra! Flood in the Carribian!" Race calling waving a pape in the air. "Read all about it!"

"What page is that on?" Amanda asked.

"Five." Race sold a copy to an elderly man.

When Amanda opened to page five she couldn't find the article. She showed Race.

"It isn't in here," she said.

"We Newsies have ta bend the truth a lil ta eat," explained Race, "Let's see how well you can do."

"Alright," Amanda agreed, grabbing a pape, "Rumers of war in West Asia!"

They sold the papes under that headline. Amanda noticed a group of women protesters walking by. She grinned a them.

"Read all about the brave women who served our country during the war!" Amanda shouted.

All seven of them bought a pape.

Race was shocked at how good Amanda was at selling papes. She was charming, sweet and an amazing liar. The perfect newsie.