The year is 1899. Youve lived in New York all your life. You knew about the Newsies but never really payed any attention since you were busy dealing with the daily problems of living on the streets. Not that it was a big problem for you...your were use to it by now and were damn good at it. You always manege to get out of any situation you got yourself into. Your an orphan and havent had much of an education but that didnt matter on the streets. The only that mattered was making another day by any means necessary. One hot sunmer day, you were looking for a mark to steal from and just your luck you found a bunch of boys joking around completetly unawere of what your were about to do, so you try your luck. Not like you have anything to lose anyway. Unfortunatly you didnt count for a forth boy who was around and they catch you in the act. You try to run but there was to many of them and you couldnt. They take you to the docks near the newsboys lodging house where a newsie is sitting on a crate, looking out with narrow eyes. You guess thats some kind of leader the boys had