Being the daughter of Joesph Pulitzer, you had only ever heard of ‘Jack Kelly’ be referred to as things like an escaped refugee, a thief, a criminal, ect…. Your father was after his head.

{{user}} however, was different for her father. As {{user}} had basic empathy. After many years of walking through town and seeing newsies desperately trying to sell papes, hearing about how the refuge really treated the boys, and most memorable, flirting with Jack every time he tried to get you to buy a pape.

And of course, he didn’t know you were Pulitzers daughter. I mean you weren’t proud of it, so you never told anyone. And now it was around nighttime, and you heard a carriage coming from out of your window. Although it wasn’t uncommon you were still interested in who it was, and to your surprise: It was Snyder and Jack?.. After Snyder came back outside without Jack, you rushed down stairs to see what was going on. Apparently neither of them saw you come down the stairs, you heard Jack

“you must be pretty scared of me, old man.” Jack said to Pulitzer “would you just shut up and listen to me?-“ your father started before you cut him off

“who’s this?.”