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Oh, um, I seemed to have made a mistake. My friend pointed out to me the Harlem is IN Manhattan...yeah I feel dumb. Sorry!

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- Emily

Jack sold all of his papers in only a few hours. It wasn't surprising to Braid, it was known across the boroughs that Jack was the best newsie in New York...aside from Spot maybe. Braid wasn't even close to being finished. Jack walked over to her and grabbed her arm.

"Come on. Let's go the Brooklyn Bridge. You'll sell more there." Braid nodded and they started walked.

"So, tell me about yourself?" Jack said.

"Me?" Braid asked.

"Your the only one I'm talking to right now, so yes. You." He said.

"Well, what do you want to know?" She asked, twirling the end of her braid with her fingers. She did this a lot when she was nervous. Jack thought for a minute.

"What's your favorite color?" Jack asked. Braid gave him a puzzled look.

"My favorite color?"

"Yeah! Mine is red. So?" Jack smirked.

"Um...purple."

"Purple? Huh, that's different." Jack said. Braid nodded. She kept her eyes on the road ahead of her most of the walk, not even looking at Jack. Walking beside him, he-who was supposed to be her enemy, felt different. It felt weird. Jack didn't have the laid back feeling Scrunch had, or the sweetness Fly had. There was an obvious tension between them.

"So, Braid. Why are you so quiet all the time? The boys don't know what to think of you." Jack said. Braid shrugged and focused more in her shoes. She counted the number of steps she took.

One, two, three...

"I-I don't know. Conversations only lead to trouble...better to avoid them." She said quietly. A puzzled look crossed Jack's face, but he shrugged it off, returning to his usual bouncy stride.

The pair reached the bridge and Braid's face fell a little.

I wonder what Scrunch and Fly are doing right now? She thought.

Luckily, Jack noticed and took it as she was nervous. He placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. He knelt so that they were the same height.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to let Queens hurt you again. Your safe here, and Brooklyn will help protect you. Besides, to get to here they have to go through Brooklyn anyway. Or I guess they could go around through the Bronx, but that doesn't matter. The Bronx is on our side anyway. So relax, okay? Your safe with us." Braids heart leaped at the news of Bronx joining Brooklyn's side, but she kept on her poker face and nodded. Jack gave her a small hug, which she forced herself to awkwardly return.

"Now, go sell your papes." He said, standing up. She nodded and walked off toward the bridge to a younger couple. She decided to go with a newer skit High-Brow had taught her. The orphanage story was getting boring. She stepped behind the man.

"Sir?" She said in barely a whisper. He heard her and turned around. His wife did as well.

"Yes?" Said the lady. Braid opened her mouth to speak, but doubled over in a coughing fit. The couple jumped to her side and placed a hand on her back.

"Are you okay?" The man asked.

"I...I;m sorry. Would you like a paper?" She asked, her voice still a whisper.

"What is wrong with your voice?" The lady asked.

"I was working in a factory when I got sick. My boss fired me, and my voice is awfully messed up." She said. The man frowned.

"What is wrong with society! Here, we will take two." He said, handing her the money.

"T-thank you, sir. Ma'am." She said, nodding to them. She ran back to Jack.

"Another skit?" He asked, chuckling. She nodded and smiled, running off again.

Within the next hour she had sold all of her papers. Jack came up behind her and smiled.

"Not bad, Braid. Mayne High-Brow knows what he's doing with those newsies over there." He said, looking over across the bridge. Braid's hoped went up. Maybe they would back off?

Jack sighed.

"But, we can't have them trying to take over anyone. I'm just glad this will all be over soon." Jack said, turning around and walking back toward the lodging house.

"Um, what exactly started the war between the boroughs?" Braid asked. Jack looked at her, shocked.

"You really don't know? Well, it started awhile ago. Basically, High-Brow said something to Spot about watching his land, and Spot attacked Queens before they could do anything. The leaders started fighting, things got violent, and that's when the other boroughs joined in." Jack said.

"But why is no one helping Queens?" Braid asked, the quickly regretted it. Jack stopped and looked at her.

"Braid, when it comes down to it, who will win? Brooklyn is stronger, and no one wants to choose a losing side. Plus, High-Brow shouldn't have threatened Spot. He started it, now he will pay for it. Your loyal to us, aren't you?" Jack asked, his face becoming serious.

"Of course." She said. She felt like throwing us as she said those words. Jack smiled and they continued walking.

The sun had set over the lodging house when they walked through the doors. All of the newsies were gathered around the front room.

"There they are! We had thought you had died or something!" Race laughed walking up to them. He draped his arm over Braid's shoulder.

"So, how did she do?" He asked. Jack laughed.

"Well, we have a little actor on our hands, that's for sure." He said, sitting down by Crutchie. He began telling all the newsies about the little skits she had played that day, and Braid's face blushed a little. Her fingers twiddle around each other. That was another habit she had. By the end of the story the newsies were all smiling and laughing.

"Okay! Get to bed, boys. You got to sell in the morning! Braid, come with me. I found a separate room you can have so that you won't have to wake up to these boys morning hair." Kloppman said. Braid smiled. The boys bid them goodnight and she followed Kloppman down the hall. They turned to the right and Kloppman opened the door, The room was small, and it contained a bed and a brown dresser.

"Here you go. Goodnight, Braid." Kloppman said.

"Goodnight." She said. The door closed behind her, and but she could still hear the newsies yelling down the hall.

"Go to bed!" Jack yelled. The noise died down and Braid shook her head.

They never shut up, do they? She thought.

Braid tip-toes over to the window by the bed and cracked it open. After waiting a few seconds to make sure the coast was clear, she opened it the rest of the way. She stepped out onto the small ladder on the wall and climbed down. Once she hit the bottom, she took of into a sprint to Queens.

That's it! Okay, so the next chapter should have some more information about Braid's information/history, so some of you should like tha. I'm getting ready to write it, but it should be up in the next few days. I'm giving you guys some time to get this chapter read:)

Thanks! Review please! Tell me what you think so far, and again if Braid should be with anyone:)

-Emily