Well this took a while. I couldn't think of anything until recently to add onto the story, but here's something!

I'm pretty sure the geography of Manhattan doesn't fit the description, but this is my imagined Manhattan, so just go along!

Anything that doesn't fit will probably be a break line, unless it's a bunch of misspelling that spell check forgot!

I think I messed up on one of the stories, but Pup is the little, new newsie and the leader of Harlem will be Puck.

Sorry the chapters are so short, I still am sorta new at this so, yup!

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Manhattan woke up and greeted everybody brave enough to wake up before the sun.

After leaving the Lodging House, the place full of whining boys who don't want to get up, Lucky found herself at the park instead of the Distribution Center. She really didn't feel like selling papes today and just wanted to be out in the fresh air, doing nothing. Instead she was out breathing all that wonderful city air and doing nothing. She watched as the rich people gathered with their children and played games in the park, or sat by the lake. Colorful birds sat on the trees and sang sweet songs for the bypassers on the streets and carriages rolled down the roads.

"-ey Lucky!"

Lucky turned around to see Race heading her direction with an armful of papes ready for selling. She snickered to see that he was almost dropping some on the ground.

"What?"

Race stumbled as he reached her, then held out a few papes to her.

"Take 'em"

"Why…?"

Race shrugged and held them out for her once again, "dey gave me few too many, so I 'taught, 'what da heck'"

Lucky took the papes , nodded at him as a sign of thanks, and then headed out to some random part of their city.

Lalalalalalalalalalal

Now it was no surprise that Bronx wanted to have Manhattan as their city, in fact, they were occasionally seen spying on the Manhattan newsies to see where they could catch them off guard. Every opening and every slight possibility of getting Manhattan handed over to them was carefully watched and awaited. They hated the Manhattan newsies to every extent. Dodger becoming leader made it worse in some cases. For example, fights were more common and people were starting to wonder if he was training an army. Also Dodger had a serious thing against girl newsies, which sometimes made it dangerous for Lucky to go near Bronx. He seemed to want to do everything in his power to get rid of all current and possible girl newsies out there.

Unfortunately Lucky had decided to go near Bronx to sell her papes that day.

Lucky walked briskly through the streets calling out headlines and watching for the bulls. She'd be dead meat if she was caught by the copper who saw her take the food that morning. All the boys would never let her live it down, after, of course, breaking her out of jail.

Lucky caught sight of someone hiding out in an ally, sneaking around in the shadows, and went to investigate. When she got there she found nothing.

"Urgh! I'se guessin' it's Bronx! Dey've been snoopin' around here lately. Stupid sneaks!"

"What you callin' us little girl?"

Lucky jumped and turned around to find one of the Bronx newsies glaring at her, knife in hand.

"I'se callin' you stupid sneaks" she announced, "you got nuttin better to do den to spy on us!"

"I'd watch your mouth little girl," the boy slipped next to her and stared her down, "you wouldn't want to take us all down, now would you?"

As he said those words, five other newsies carrying various weapons emerged from the shadows. There were clubs, sticks, rocks and knives amongst others; some newsies even carried more than one.

Lucky glanced around nervously; six to one were not good odds when you were the one, no matter what the case. She had slowly been walking back and eventually ran into the wall of a building and stopped.

"You'se out of ideas, ain't ya?" the boy smirked as Lucky realized she was cornered, "to bad for you den"

At that, the boys started approaching the cornered girl.

"Hey, any you seen Lucky around?"

"Naw"

"I hasen't"

"Nope"

"Why?"

Most of the Manhattan newsies were gathered in the boys' bunkroom watching some of the others (Racetrack) play cards. As Skittery popped the question, the game was paused momentarily, just for it to start again a few seconds later.

"She's been missin' most of da day, I'se wonderin' where she is."

Race waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry 'bout her. She's probably fine, chattin' it up with some random street kids. You know how she is."

That answer didn't completely satisfy Skittery and a couple others, but they let it go. After all, Racetrack was selling with her today, right? Isn't that why he went to find her after he got his papes?

Mememememememem

Lucky cried out as a fist connected with her face, then doubled over when the air was knocked from her by a club.

"See girlie," the one who started this mess began talking, "we ain't like your goody-goody Manhattan gang; we don't mind hittin' a girl"

Lucky glared up at him as she punched some boy in the guts and another in the groin.

"Yeah? Well sometimes girls can fight back, then what?"

She moved to take a swing at him, but ended up missing and hitting another guy instead. Lucky shrugged, it was better than missing.

She felt a burning in her back and then felt her leg on fire. She fell to the ground and looked around for the source of her pain. The first Bronx newsie walked up with his knife dangling in his hand, the end red with blood. He took a swing at Lucky and made a direct hit. She recoiled and looked around wearily; being beat up with not so good odds was not working out for her. The boy waved his hand slightly and another newsie came up with a club in hand.

'This can't be good'

After a few punches and rounds of a club hitting her, Lucky heard a voice saying "It's just the beginning" and saw a flash of golden hair before the club hit her head, making her pass out in the dirty ally.

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Well? Please review! Please! That would be awesome! I hope I didn't make Lucky sound to weak or anything, cause that's not how I picture her in my head.