This will be the last chapter of this story and it's probably going to be shorter than the other ones. Apparently 'Higgins' is Irish, so I'm assuming that Race is Irish.

Lololo

Spot had somewhat gotten used to having the other newsies there. He was still not used to Crutchy as optimism like his was rare in Brooklyn. He liked Racetrack and Mush alright, though. All the others were good to stay or good to go in his opinion.

He managed to teach most of the 'Hattan newsies how to use and shoot a slingshot. However, there were some who couldn't shoot or aim right. He almost wanted to give up on them, but Spot Conlon never gives up.

He wouldn't say it, but he missed Lucky; she was like his little sister or younger cousin that occasionally came over. She loved coming to Brooklyn and hanging out with the newsies there and playing on the docks. Sometimes he even let her sell there, but no one knew about that and he planned to keep it that way.

The day after she left he went to Manhattan to see what was going on there and to tell The Walking Mouth and Les what happened. Manhattan had changed. Not to the point than a non-newsie could tell, but it had changed.

Veveve

Skittery missed Lucky; he had no problem saying it. She was his partner-in-crime and his little sister. On her good days and his bad, they contradicted each other; he was the grouchy pessimist and she was the free-spirited optimist. That could get very annoying very quickly. She enjoyed a good chase from the bulls and narrowly escaping jail, hence the partner-in-crime part.

Life in Brooklyn was harder and rougher. Nevertheless, it was pretty good. Spot taught them how to shoot a slingshot, but he just couldn't aim it right. He got a couple Brooklyn newsies mad at him for black eyes, but hey, it wasn't completely his fault. Lucky would have been laughing her head off at the one time he hit the wrong guy. He was running through all of Brooklyn, trying to the the guy off his tail; he still watches his back warily.

Hohohoh

Blink was mostly an optimist. He still hoped that Lucky would come back; he still hoped Jack would be normal again but he also hoped they would leave soon. Brooklyn was not the greatest place to live if you've lived in Manhattan all your life. Sure, Manhattan has its bad parts and times, but Brooklyn was worse. Now, don't go thinking that Blink was a scaredy cat; he wasn't. He just liked Manhattan better.

Lucky was his fellow optimist, except she was usually always an optimist. They enjoyed bugging Skittery on his grumpy days and all the others any other day. He still didn't get why no one liked waking up in the early morning and starting it with a pillow fight; that was fun! He sure had some great ideas and a good partner to go along with them!

Tututut

Les had two bigger sisters, only one was not related to him though. Apparently most everyone thought Lucky was their sister, so he fit right in with the sister thing.

Lucky was fun. She would go and drag him outside and play in the rain while everyone told him to stay inside. She sometimes acted his age, which was about four years younger than she is, at least he was told. She would play sword fight with him and make up other games as well. She was nice to sell with too. She was a good actor because she convinced most people that they were siblings, and she was twelve and he was seven; sometimes six if they were old people.

He agreed with David, something had changed in Manhattan. It was sometimes less friendly and Jack seemed oblivious to the Bronx newsies that he kept seeing.

He wanted to ride a horse like that and go racing through all of Manhattan. David kept telling him no though, and Sarah just shook her head. He bets that Lucky would've let him though, along with the old, happy Jack. Yeah, that'd be fun!

Pipipi

Race felt like he lost a family member. Lucky had told him that she was part Irish and then he was sure she was his little sister. Not like his long lost sister who just now found him, but like an unrelated sibling. If that even makes sense.

He taught her how to play cards and gamble, which probably isn't what a girl should know, but she didn't care and neither did he. She was pretty dang good, but of course, he was still the reigning champion. He showed her how to tell the good racehorses from the bad and he got her into Sheepshead Bay, even though girls weren't allowed to gamble. Come to think of it, he probably taught her a lot of thing that it wasn't good for proper girls to know… oh well. He may have taught her some Irish cuss words, but that was only if she had been listening in

He was hoping that she would come back soon so the eight of them, plus Spot, David, and Les could band together against Bronx. He knows that Tips is the traitor; he's seen him make conversations with the trespassing Bronx newsies on Manhattan soil. But still.

Fififi

That night in Brooklyn, Racetrack watched all the newsies, snoring in their bunks for a moment, before looking up at the stars and finding constellations in the sky.

"Can't a fellow, get any sleep 'ere?" he muttered and tried to block out their snoring again, "You'se worse dan Manhattan"

Lifting his head from under his pillow, he sighed and asked God to get Lucky back here real soon.

But if it's better der, where she's at, den let 'er stay. He paused in his prayer and reconsidered, Kiddo, come back home soon; we'se used to havin' a sister.

The End