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Note: I'll be doing this is mostly POVs from now on, only Spot's and Rachel's I think. If I add anymore, then I'll be sure to tell you. Hopefully, I can get out of the POV and get into just one.

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Chapter 3:

A little breakfast

SPOT'S POV:

Spot sat on his bed, uncertain of what to do. Rachel's cries had subsided only after a few minutes, so he figured that she had cried herself to sleep. Putting his head in his hands, he sighed deeply. He didn't realize how late it was until he got to the lodging house. The sky outside had darkened and night was fast approaching. He rubbed his face with his hands and thought about the situation he was in. Not only did having a girl in Brooklyn make things a little messy, but the fact that she was Race's girl and jack's cousin made it harder. Not to mention the fact that the whole reason she was in Brooklyn was because Oscar Delancy was looking for her. He had already been told, by one the birds from Queens that the Delancy brothers had already gone to Queens, and asked about Rachel. Fortunately, knowing about the situation with Rachel and Oscar, Queens didn't tell a thing. The whole problem was that Spot knew the Delancy brothers would be arriving in Brooklyn soon, also to ask about Rachel. He knew he had to get a hiding place for Rachel to go, especially if the rumors are true and the brother's friends are sending 'spies' out ahead of them. Spot knew that if they got here and saw Rachel, it'd all be over. The only way to make sure that no one saw her was to keep her inside, or under major cover. He figured that he take tomorrow to show her around Brooklyn and explain to her what they usually do each day. It'd be bad to leave his post as leader of Brooklyn, but it was only for one day so he hoped the Newsies wouldn't be too mad at him. He'd put Ricky in his spot as watching over Brooklyn.

Spot stood up, looking out his window. He yawned, and realized that he was dead tired. Stripping out of his clothes and into a raggedy pair of pants and a t-shirt he climbed into bed, gently placing his cane on the floor next to him and hung the slingshot on the bedpost. Yawning again, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep…

RACHEL'S POV:

I woke up, at first unaware of where I was. Then I realized I was lying in bed, in Brooklyn and everything from the past day came back to me. I slowly sat up and sighed. I couldn't believe it had happened. I was no longer waking up in Manhattan; I was in Brooklyn in a totally different area and a totally different group of Newsies.

Suddenly, I wanted Race. I just wanted to see a familiar face. I just wanted to be told that everything will be alright and that it'd all be over soon. Only I knew it would not be over anytime soon. It had started almost five years ago…why would this time make any difference?

I shook this thoughts from my mind and stood up, taking in my surroundings. I was in a fairly decent size room, with (of course) a bed and two chairs against the wall next to the window. On the other side of the room there was a door and through the door I could see a bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower. They weren't the cleanest utilities, but they were cleaner than one would think. Next to the bed there was a closet and a bureau where I could place my belongings. I rummaged through my bag, which I had dropped on the floor the night before, and picked out a simple brown skirt and a white blouse. Getting out my hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and all the other things I needed, I made my way to the bathroom.

About ten minutes later I was fresh and ready to go. I walked out of the room, softly shutting the door behind me. Sunlight streamed through the window at the end of the hallway as I turned and made my way down the stairs. I heard voices of the Newsies filtering up through the stairway and slowed my pace. I wondered if Spot was already done there or if he was still sleeping. Even though I hadn't even known him for a whole day, I felt as if I'd be safer when he was around. I didn't know the regular Newsies as well, so I knew it'd be uncomfortable. I stood at the corner of the stairs and closed my eyes for a brief moment before entering the room. As soon as I stepped in, all the Newsies looked towards me and silenced ensued in the room. 'Damn it,' I thought as I looked from one Newsie to another. I definitely didn't expect them all to be here, none the less staring at me with wide eyes.

"Um…hey." I said, rather uncomfortably. One of the Newsies that had short cropped brown hair and a handsome face stood up and walked towards me.

"Rachel, I take it?" He said, and I nodded in response. He stuck out his hand and I shook it. "Name's Ricky. Pretty much I'm second in command here. Welcome. Ya want ta sit down?"

I nodded, unsure of what to do. I followed Ricky to a table where there were three other Newsies sitting. As soon as I sat, talking once again came back in the room. Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that the pressure was off. Ricky sat down in the seat across from me and proceeded to introduce me to the Newsies sitting around the table.

"This here's Jetty," he said, referring to the lanky blonde boy sitting on my right. I shook his hand. "And this heah is Yuppie." I looked to Ricky's right and just nodded at the red haired, freckled boy. "And last, this is Vinny, he's da Italian outa da bunch." He said, referring to the black haired boy with a fair face sitting on Ricky's left. After the introductions, we started to talk.

"So," Yuppie said, as another Newsie brought over a corn muffin for me. "How are ya likin' Brooklyn?"

I shrugged. "I like it so far. I haven't really seen it that much."

Yuppie smiled. "Well, then I guess we gotta's show ya around hu-." Yuppie suddenly stopped as he look beyond me. I turned in my seat and saw Spot standing in the doorway. When he spotted me he made his way over, all the Newsies watching him. Suddenly, I felt a twinge of fear. Now I knew why most Newsies were scared of Spot Conlon. His face was blank as he walked towards me, but all the Newsies were looking down. Suddenly I thought I must have done something wrong…

Author's Note: Oh, no! What did she do? Or is Spot just plain mad?? I don't know, because I'm in the middle of writing ch. 4!

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