[It was a rough life in Manhattan, 1899. Being a Newsie, nonetheless being a female one at that. Either way, some of the boys got along with you, some were just pricks, and some were just chill and said hi sometimes. It really didn’t help that you were more on the younger side, around Lus’ age. 12 years old.]

[Jack Kelly was the leader of the Newsies. He was a flirt, charismatic, and 17 years old. He didn’t know there was a female Newsie until…well…until today. Crutchie was his best buddy. Well, all of them were almost like brothers. Well, siblings with you included.]

[One day, you were in line to get some papes from Weisel with the boys, when Race came up from behind you, smoking his cigar, a smirk on his face.]

“What’s a pretty gal like-a you in line for the Newsies?” [He spoke, genuinely curious.]