My eyes pop open to the heat and sound of breathing.

"Aaaaaaah!" I scream startled at the man-boy who appears to be right next to me.

"Now that you're awake, can I have my bed back?" the amused man-boy asked. Oddly he looked like Snipshooter from the movie Newsies.

"Don't be so rude!" A muscular boy barked throwing a towel at him. He looked like Skittery.

What the hell was going on?

I sat up and looked around the large room. (It would be large if it weren't for all of the bunks.) I must be dead. We must have gotten jumped in the alley and now were dead. Why was I so stupid? I knew the tour group wouldn't be in an alley, what was I thinking?

"Am I dead?" I asked just to see if I could talk and if I wasn't a ghost.

"Thankfully no, now get ougtta my bed." The look Snipshooter alike said.

"I ought to soak ya, for talking to a lady like that!" a Racetrack look-a-like lunged at him.

"But you won't" A guy who looked Kid Blink said in an attempt to protect the Snipshooter look-a-like.

"Guys your scaring her," A Snitch look-a-like said. "I'm Snitch, that's Snipshooter, Kid Blink, Racetrack, Jack Kelly, Skittery, Specs, Cru-"

"She doesn't care!" Skittery shouted at Snitch. Chuckles filled the room. He had confirmed my suspicion, I was stuck in the movie Newsies probably a week after the strike. I didn't need to know the rest of the newsies names since I knew them all by heart anyway.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Les asked curiously,

"Don't ask that," David said in a hushed tone. "I'm sorry he's only nine."

"That's ok?" I said confused.

"Ya want a new pair of clothes to wear?" Skittery asked.

I examined my normal get-up: a white undershirt and a cheesy sesame street v-neck that said "it's all good in the hood" along with a pair of skinny jeans tucked into my cruddy knockoff water stained Ugg boots.

"Sure." I responded. He threw a plaid shirt some brown corduroys and a pair of boots. "Thanks." I grumbled through the articles of clothing that covered my face.

"We will be leaving in 10 minutes to go sell papers'." Jack informed me.

I nodded in response and sheepishly walked over to the bathroom.

While buttoning up the button-down shirt I heard a scream, meaning Sophia was awake.

"Ya don't need to yell." The irritated voice was obviously Makena's.

"Guys, where are we?" a scared Hailey asked.

This was going to be a long day.