Disclaimer- I Do Not Own The Newsies

Disclaimer- I Do Not Own The Newsies.

Hey sorry it took so long. School started and so has dance/cheer. Hopefully this will make up my absence.

Chapter 3- 8 years

Don't you just love the breeze? Springtime. Flowers. I love those, especially roses! Oh yeah, you're probably confused. I'm Paige, and it's been 8 years. I'm kinda old now. Sixteen. Well not really, just a teenager. I still live in Brooklyn with the newsies. Only downside is I'm the only girl here. Most of the boys are decent to me. Hence most. Boys. No. Temper. You don't need an explanation on his name. He is the ugliest, dirtiest, needs to shower, thinks out of his ass, male chauvinist pig that walks the earth! Yes; we hate each other. Hate. Again with that word, it's not something I like to use. Such a strong word, maybe it's not even supposed to be used. Dislike. Yes, dislike with a passion is more of a phrase describing our relationship. I still remember the day we met; well actually the day I met everyone…

"Who's she?" asked a boy around the age of 10. "She's ugly if ya ask me."

"Temp knock it off. She's 'ere cause I say so." A little girl was starting to wake up through this and heard the last part. Ugly? Blonde hair. Blue no green eyes? Home. No, this is not home. Looking around she still sees about 20 boys in the room. Some aren't glaring anymore but still look ready to.

"Ya said yer name is Paige right?" asked a boy, yet she didn't know his yet. With a nod she answers.

"Alright. Well I'm Shark, and on da top bunk is Spot. Ya need anything just ask for us ok?" Spot? Dog. That's mean to think. Bringing her out of her revere…

"So's why are ya 'ere? No one likes ya." Who is he? Black hair. Gross. She just continued to stare. "So's ya don't talk? Haha stupid girl, Ise bettin ya won't last a day."

"Shuttup! Shark says she stays so's she 'ere. Now leave or Ise gettin 'im." This boy jumped from the top bunk. Spot. He seems nice. "Sorry bout 'im. Ise Spot" while he said this he held out his hand. Black. Dirt. As if reading her mind he replied "Ink."…

So as you can tell Temper is still not friendly and has a thing against girls. No. Just me. Weird. Now, Spot. Basically he became my best friend, if you can even call it that. He's an arrogant, pigheaded, pain in my ass. The best part is he's now the leader of the Brooklyn newsies. Shark left about three years ago and of course the lovely dog became leader. Dog. Yeah I tend to call him that, and get away with it. Hmm, it also might be the fact that he has a thing against hitting girls. He is the only one that knows my whole life story. He was actually the only one I talked to when I first came here and he was nice, if you could believe that.

"Whatta ya doin out here this early?" Oh speak of the devil. Devil. Funny word; really it is. So many meanings to just one person or thing. One could be very clever, energetic, reckless, or mischievous. Or just call them Satan. Satan. Just goes back to devil... Reminds me of the Devils Advocate from church. Church. The Roman Catholic Church…

"Ignorin me ain't fun." Oops he was talking to me. Sorry I tend to think more than talk, I'll try and change.

"Oh, sorry I was thinking." Funny how I never grown into an accent either.

"'Bout what?"

"Devils Advocate."

"Uh, ok. Yer one heck of a weird goil Paige." Ha. Of course he wouldn't understand. Hm, I wonder if I play that roll. Spot. Devil. Me. Advocate. All this goes back to church. I miss those days…

Here I'll share stories with you. My mom was actually my best friend before this. She taught me what I knew for my first 8 years. A pretty blonde with greenish eyes and too skinny for her own good. Every Sunday she'd take me to church and then for breakfast. I remember taking walks in the park with her. Sometimes people would comment on how I looked like her. I wouldn't know though I have no pictures to prove it. Thank my Pappa. Father. He took everything away. Fire. It's actually intriguing now. I could sit and stare at it for hours. No, I'm not mental or psychotic. Psychotic. Leads right back to him. It's odd I haven't seen him in eight years. I wonder if he even noticed that I left. That big building, too bright to be a hideout. I now found out that it's in Harlem, although I have yet to tell Spot that. It's a wonder I made it from there to Brooklyn in a day or night. I can't remember. But I do know that McClare is not my last name anymore. Well no one thinks it is beside Spot. I actually just say I don't know my last name. How sad, I can't use it because a family member might try and take me away. Family. People connected by blood and soul. Supposed to be dwelling together, but no this family is split apart by the devil. Oh, devil. Hm, explains both Spot and my father but two different meanings. Sad the world revolves like this. At least I can say friends are apart of this world. Manhattan and East Side are in that category. There are actually girls there, and more than one. Oh I can't forget Race. He helps me out a lot if I have girl problems. Haha, that's actually sad but Spot I tell everything to and he just nods and agrees. Huh, best friend alright. I should introduce my girls to you.

Star. She's one heck of a girl. She never really sleeps and stares at the stars a lot. But I love her to death. She and I are the troublemakers in Manhattan. I swear one day the bulls are just going to out right shoot us.

Then there's Melanie. She doesn't have a nickname either. It's ok though, she likes to read and everything but don't call her names about it or you'll have a nice shiner on your face. Tough is something she is and she will stick up for you even if she doesn't know you. Well, at least if she likes you enough. Her and Star are from Manhattan obviously.

East Side has about ten girls but I only talk to Dreamer and Pink. Dreamer daydreams way too much, but she will listen to you and actually understands people. Pink, well likes pink. She's not a blonde or so some say. She's actually quite smart and thirteen. But we still love her and if she ever gets a boyfriend I feel bad for them because well we'll not go there.

"Paige! Are ya getting papes or what?" Wow we're here already? Funny I think I talked too much for now.

"Yeah, 50 papes please." Why is he staring at me like that?

"What are ya tired or somethin?" He asked way too many questions in the morning. "No, just lazy. Why?"

"Ise sellin witcha today." Oh well this is a surprise. "We got problems in some areas."

"This concerns me how?" He wants to sell with me now because of this, but any other time I'm not involved. "It deals wit Harlem."

"What?" He doesn't know anything, but I want details anyways ! "They'se startin fights wit me boys and recruitin to the warehouse. I don't want nobody messin' wit ya." Oh thank god.

"They been asking 'bout ya though and I don't like it, so you ain't leavin' me sight. Understand?" Nevermind.