Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership, nor am I trying to make any money off of, the original characters from "Newsies." The only characters I own are Chaos and the Brooklyn newsies that you don't recognize. So please don't sue me.

So I'm back (fairly sooner than I expected) with a new chapter... Yeah, it's a bit short. But better than nothing, right?

Quick thanks to all the people who have been reviewing. You're the best.

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"Chaos... Chaos. CHAOS!" I sat up instantly in my bunk, smacking my head on the bed above me. "Ughh..." I groaned, rubbing my forehead with the palm of my hand.

I turned my head sideways to see Spot standing by my bunk impatiently with his arms crossed over his chest. "Yes?" I muttered through gritted teeth. "Get up. We'se leavin' to sell soon."

Slowly, I stood up from my bed with my eyes barely even open yet. As I walked past Spot, I hit my foot against the leg of the bed and tripped myself.

And so began my second day as a Brooklyn newsie, starting the same way as my first. On the hard wooden floor of the bunk room with Spot Conlon standing over me. At least this time he didn't have an empty bucket.

He rolled his eyes and looked down on me disapprovingly. "What a klutz..." he muttered, walking towards the wash room. I shut my eyes tightly without standing up and took a deep breath to calm my rage.

"Don't worry... You'll get used to wakin' up dis early." I opened my eyes to see a guy standing next to me. "Right, and Conlon writes poetry in his free time." I replied sarcastically, pushing myself up from the floor. The guy laughed and helped me the rest of the way to my feet.

"I'm Ghost." He told me. I could immediately see the reason behind his nickname. Although his hair was a brown color and his eyes were brown, also, his skin was extremely pale. It was almost a milky white color with freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose. "The nickname suits ya." I said.

He smirked. "So does yours. I ain't seen anyone give Spot dis much trouble since... Actually, I'se never seen anyone give Spot dis much trouble." I grinned at his statement.

"So'd ya meet da rest of da guys yet?" Ghost asked. I shook my head, signifying that I hadn't. "I'll introduce ya, den." He offered, motioning to the Brooklyn newsies who were hurrying to get ready for the day.

"Da one who's over by da windows, dat's Haggle. Next to him is Gizmo 'nd Flint. Sloth's da one who's still in his bed, and dat's Jinxey diggin' through da dresser. Probably lost his lucky hat again."

Ghost started leading me towards the washroom. Then he stood in the doorway and pointed out more newsies. "Over by da sinks, there's Nudge, Wafers, 'nd Dynamite. Brawler's da guy who's yellin' at dat kid for takin' his bar of soap. Da kid who's 'bout to get his ass kicked by Brawler, dat's Pipsqueak. Of course ya know Spot, 'nd to da left of him is Spit-Ball. To da right is Cheese. At da far end of da room is Oats..."

Ghost took one last look around the washroom. "'nd dat's all of 'em, I think." I nodded and made my way to the closest sink. Ghost took the one next to me and turned on the faucet. "I dunno if dere's any point to learnin' dere names." I said. "None of 'em talk to me anyway."

He laughed, splashing water on his face. "Don't worry 'bout it... Dey're jus' a little intimidated, I guess. They'se kinda got dis idea of "If she talks to da leader of Brooklyn like dat, imagine how she's gonna talk to me", ya know? They'll get over it, though."

I shrugged, drying my face with a towel. "I'se gonna be outta heah pretty soon, anyway. I'm jus' stayin' until da bulls in Manhattan forget about me, which should only be a couple more days." I told him, starting to brush my teeth.

"Ah... You'se a Manhattan newsie?" Ghost asked. I shook my head and made a "Nuh uh" sound that was muffled by the toothpaste in my mouth. I spit into the sink. "Dis is my foist time sellin' papes. Back in Manhattan, I'se usually on me own."

"So why don't ya stay heah?" Ghost suggested. "'Least ya got a job 'nd a place to stay." He added, shrugging. "Nah... I'm guessin' Spot don't really want me heah." I said.

I combed through my hair and redid the two braids that hung over my shoulders. "Maybe da two of you can learn to be civil to one anudder." Ghost pointed out. I laughed and shook my head. "No. Don't think so."

"I can see you ain't willin' to try any more den Spot is, so forget I mentioned anythin'." He said. "Anyway," Ghost turned off the faucet. "Why don't ya sell wit me and some of da guys today. Can't hoit to get to know a few of 'em."

"Eh, I dunno if I can. Jack asked Spot to look afta' me while I was heah, like I need a babysitter or somethin'. Anyway, Spot refuses to let me outta his sight, so I think I'se stuck sellin' wit him." I replied.

We heard a voice from the bunk room. "Chaos! Could ya be any slower!? Let's go!" I peeked out of the washroom and saw Spot standing impatiently against the doorframe of the bunk room with his arms crossed.

I sighed and threw the towel over the side of the sink. "Gotta go. Our royal majesty awaits." I said sarcastically. Ghost stifled a laugh and waved to me as I left.

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Spot and I walked in silence to the circulation desk. We waited in line in silence. And we bought our papes in silence, too. We never talked unless we were shooting insults back and forth.

As I followed Spot to our angle for the day, we came across two boys. One was extremely small, no bigger than four-foot-ten. I knew I had seen him at the Brooklyn Lodging house, but I couldn't place his name.

I had never seen the other newsie before, but he was huge. Twice the size of the younger one, he had broad shoulders and was at least 6 feet tall. He was holding the kid's hat way above his head, teasing him. "C'mon!! It was me older brudder's hat! Give it back!" The kid protested, jumping to try and reach it.

"Look kid... Gimme whatever money you'se got on you, 'nd I'll give ya da hat back. Otherwise, it might jus' end up off da side of da Brooklyn Bridge. And dat would shoah be a shame." The bigger newsie warned.

"Give him the hat back." Spot stated loudly. He clenched his fists at his side and waited for a response. Even though the other boy, who had his back turned to Spot, was three heads taller, Spot didn't sound the least bit afraid.

"Why don't you jus' bug off 'nd mind yer own—" He turned around to face us. "Spot!" he exclaimed, dropping the hat at his feet. "I-I didn't realize he was one of yer newsies." He stuttered.

"Maybe you should check next time. Get outta heah." Spot commanded, motioning to the street with a tilt of his head. The guy nodded quickly and I watched him take off down the block.

Spot picked up the newsboy cap and handed it to the younger kid. "Here's ya hat, Pipsqeak." He said. The boy took it and grinned at Spot while putting it back on his head. "Thanks, Conlon."

"Yeah, yeah... Don't mention it, okay? Jus' hurry up 'nd get your papes."

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"Woah... he was huge! At least a few feet bigger den you! How'd ya get him so scared!?" I exclaimed, catching up to Spot's side. A smirk spread across his face. I should have known he would let the comment get to his head. He was Spot Conlon, after all.

"Dey don't call me da King of Brooklyn for nuttin'." Spot said, giving me his best "I'm-so-tough" look. I rolled my eyes and stuck my hands in my pockets. "Bet dey don't call ya da King of Brooklyn at all" I muttered under my breath.

Before I realized it, Spot had shoved me off the sidewalk and into a puddle. I landed on the ground, covered from head to toe in mud. I slowly sat up and glared at him. "I told ya not to answer me back, Chaos." He said threateningly, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm. Going. To. Kill. You." I growled through gritted teeth. Quickly getting to my feet, I ran and practically jumped at him, knocking him to the ground. The back of Spot's head hit the patch of soft grass below him and I hovered above him, nearly leaning the weight of my entire body on him so he couldn't get up.

Just as I pulled my arm back to punch him, my fist froze in the air. He kept a steady gaze on me, showing me that he wasn't afraid. Spot's icy-blue eyes were calm, but they had a hint of puzzlement in them. His eyes fascinated me and I slowly lowered my fist.

His face was a foot from mine and we were both silent. Spot stared at me without faltering and I stared back for at least a good minute. His expression finally returned to irritation again. "Git off me." he growled, pushing me off of him so I tumbled to the ground.

Spot stood up and brushed his clothes off. "I woulda at least hoped dat you had enough guts to punch me." He sneered before walking off. I didn't follow him this time, though. I sat on the grass in confusion and watched him leave.

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As you guys can see, I've decided on getting short chapters out as fast as I can, rather than long ones every few days.

Thanks for reading. Reviews would be really appreciated. I'd love to hear what everyone things of how this story is going.