The newsies were all so excited over the paper, it was almost humorous. I sat on the edge of the table, watching them interact with each other. Even Ladders was in on it, his usually cool demeanor gone, and replaced with an excited look.

Pulitzer's daughter's name was Katherine. She apperantly was a reporter and had written the article about the strike against her father, which was surprising. She seemed like she would be daddy's little girl, but instead was aiding in his downfall. It was not something I expected, but something I was okay with.

Spot sat next to me and I gave him a look. He smirked. He seemed to have as much fun getting on my nerves as I did getting on his.

"The woild is yur erster."

I froze where I was and jumped off the table, turning towards the boy who had said that. The boy who had just said that was one of Jack's, someone I hadn't met, but someone I recognized.

"Say that again."

He turned to me and gave me a confused look, but he obliged. "The woild is yur erster."

I let out a huff of shock. "Now, do me a favour and say, 'lullabies are for children'."

I could feel the other newsies staring at us, judging our conversation.

His eyes clouded over as he said. "Lullabies are for children."

I smiled softly, knowing exactly who he was. "You didn't say that when mother died."

He froze and stared at me. "Who are you?"

My heart froze. He didn't remember me. "Never mind, I'm going crazy," I shook my head, trying to get rid of the burning feeling in my eyes. "Give me a moment." I whispered, turning and walking out the door, ignoring the boys gazes on my back.

I made it outside and into the alley and leaned against the wall, taking deep breathes. He didn't remember me, his little sister. I knew I didn't look much like her anymore, but still, I had recognized him, even after nine years.

I leaned down, and sat with my back on the wall, shutting my eyes, allowing the warm sun to wash over me.

He had always said oyster that way, he couldn't say it as a child, and not now either. I balled my hands into fists and clenched away the disappointment.

I heard footsteps next to me and I glanced up before rolling my eyes and shutting them again. "Does the social hierarchy prevent you from socializing with people who aren't leaders?" I asked.

Spot sat down beside me. "You are one of the most annoying people I have ever met."

"I don't remember asking your opinion." I sighed.

I could feel his gaze on me. "What was that in there? With Racetrack?"

I huffed slightly. "So that's his name now. He did always love the races."

He blinked. "You know him?"

I nodded. "He's my brother, he doesn't recognize me now though. I don't know why I expected him too. I mean, he left when I was six."

"You do look alike though, and he isn't stupid."

I scoffed. "He has a little sister Spot, not a little brother."

"Why didn't you tell him?"

"Because, I have to keep my identity secret. I can't just pull off my hat and show everyone in there that I'm a girl."

"Why not?"

I opened my eyes and glared at him. "It's a patriarchy run world. Do you know how they would react? It doesn't matter that we are the lowest of the low, I would still be viewed differently because I'm a girl."

"Which is why you haven't told the Queens boys yet?"

I could feel my heart stop, if he knew that they all knew, it would be a disaster. I nodded in response to his question. I couldn't tell him, not yet.

I was beginning to trust Spot. He was keeping my secret, even after I had threatened him about it, which was more than I had expected from him.

I rested my head in my hands. "I just need a moment."

He nodded, patting me on the shoulder as he stood up, heading back to the diner. "By the way, before you threaten me again, I am not going to tell anyone."

I huffed slightly as he turned and walked back into the building.

Right before mother died, my brother, Anthony, or Racetrack as he was now called, had asked to sing an old lullaby that we both knew by heart. I was only four, but my earliest memory and only memory of her was holding her hand in the hospital as she sung that small tune. Both of us had broken down. Three months later, when Anthony had hummed it, my father turned and snapped at him, telling him that lullabies were for children. Anthony had argued with him. That was when my father's temper finally snapped.

I ran a hand down my face and sighed, standing up off the wall. I began to head inside, not wanting Ladders to worry about me. I slipped in the door and sat back on the table next to Spot. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, which I was thankful for.

Racetrack kept giving me peculiar looks, before turning away and muttering to himself.

I watched as Blue snatched the paper from one of the Manhattan newsies, much to their annoyance and ducked under someone's arm, heading over to me. I laughed in amusement as he held the paper up to me, an excited gleam in his eyes. "Look Crown! We are in the newspaper!"

I laughed and took it from him. "Fancy that. I'm the king of New York." I handed the paper to Spot, who took a look at it.

"Newsies Stop The World! Now there's a headline even Elmer could sell." He laughed at himself and handed it back to Blue, who ran back over to the group of boys.

"Who was that?" Spot asked me, using his chin to gesture towards Blue.

"That's Blue. Youngest newsie of Queens."

He nodded in understanding. "Who's your second?"

I thought for a moment. I couldn't tell if he was just curious or being nosy. "Ladders. The boy with the dark skin, the tall one."

Spot nodded and pointed towards a blond haired boy. "That's Midway. My second."

I glanced at the boy, who was standing with Ladders, talking cheerfully. "He seems much nicer than you." I joked, nudging him with my elbow.

Spot rolled his eyes. "He is. He make sure I don't harm anyone."

I bit my cheek to keep from laughing. "You need a person to check your anger?"

"Nope, but I do need a person to stop me from shouting at you."

I huffed in amusement. "I take pride in that."

"Of course you do."

Later, I walked in the back of the crowd with Spot, as the Brooklyn and Queens newsies walked together towards the bridge to our turfs.

"Are you ever going to tell them?" He asked suddenly.

I blinked in surprise, and despite knowing what he meant, I still asked. "What?"

He gestured aimlessly towards my hat and I raised my eyebrow. "You know what I mean."

"I don't know. Maybe." I told him. He didn't need to know. If he didn't know that Queens already knew, it wouldn't hurt him.

"Do you like living in secrecy all the time?"

I huffed. "Does anybody?"

He shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets. "I was just curious."

I felt guilty for not telling him, after he had kept my secret, but I had no idea what he would do after he found out that the newsies of Queens knew, so I wasn't going to tell him. Not yet.