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Jack's POV

'She's beautiful,' I thought as she walked away. 'Those eyes, her hair.'

'But what about Sarah! Sarah Jacobs!' I argued with myself. 'I can't just dump her for some now goil!'

'But she's amazing. No one can make me laugh like that.'

'Think Sarah, Jack! Sarah Jacobs makes ya feel special too!'

'I couldn't even afford a goilfriend.'

'Shut up!' Sarah was walking towards me and she looked scared as heck.

Sarah's POV

"What happened?" Jack asked me when I walked back to him.

"How did your amazing skill work for ya?" He smiled, but it didn't seem real.

"Jack, there's a guy." I said urgently. "He was starring at me. I think he knows I'm a girl." I moved my head to indicate Mr. Creepy.

"D#$ it!" Jack swore. He took my arm and whispered, "RUN!" We ran back to what I guessed was the Lodging House.

"Who was that?" I asked as we ran.

"

That was Oscar Delancey, he's a scab, see," Jack said. "He's not a what you'd call a good guy and I don't want 'tcha gettin' hoit." I nodded.

"It's way too early for da guys to be back." Jack explained when we walked into the empty lodge. It was on the corner of the street and had a sing that read 'News Boys Lodging House.' Newspapers were piled at the front of the house. The inside was small, but cozy and had stairs leading up to the boy's room.

Jack walked up to a desk with an old man behind it. "Kloppman," he said. The man looked up. "Could Sarah stay here?" he pointed at me. "She's a newsie now."

Kloppman regarded me. He had dark green eyes that seemed to stare into my soul. He creeped me out, but seemed ok. "Hmm.. Jack, if it's ok with you, it's ok with me. I trust you." He added. "But no funny business!" he wagged his finger at us.

Jack laughed. "No problem, Kloppman. She's smart enough." I rolled my eyes. "Hey! I know what to call you!" Jack said.

"What?" I asked.

"Eye-Rolla'!" he bursted out laughing and I did too, but pushed him playfully. "Hey! It was a good idea!"

After we stayed there for the rest of the day, (Jack taught me how to play poker) and voice called out, "'Ey! Look! Jacky-Boy's got a goil!" a short Italian came in with a plaid vest and a newsie cap. Blink and Mush followed him in.

"Sarah, dis is my buddy, Racetrack Higgins." Jack introduced us.

"Much obliged to ya," he said and they all started laughing.

"Hey, hey everyone!" Jack said when all the Newsies came in. "Sarah here's gonna be livin' here, so's you'se gotta treat her nice and no trying nothin'!"

"No problem, Jacky-Boy!"

"Don't know Jack! It's pretty temptin'!" I glared at the one who said that, Race rack. "Kiddin'!" he told me.

"Ok, now go back to ya's party." Jack laughed and went off with some of his buddies. I just stood off to the corner, watching the Newsies and trying to remember what everyone called them. There was a Boots, Specs, Bumlets, Pie-eater. Who came up with these names, anyway?

Then the blonde kid, Blink, and the brown curly-haired one, Mush, came up to me. "So Sarah is it?" Blink asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"If ya's don't have anywhere to sleep, you'se could bunk with me!" He joked.

"Yeah, when pigs fly," I said sarcastically and we all laughed. 'Maybe I could live here,' I thought.