"Flaming child ignites millions!" Shouted Les as he wandered through the streets, Davey hot on his tail. Davey peered over Les’s shoulder looking at the pape Les was holding. You see Davey had stopped selling papes and went on to fulfill his dream to be a professional boxer. He liked skin colored tight-fitting pants. Davey read the headline out loud."Price of Bread up one tenth of a cent" Davey looked at Les disapprovingly. "What?" Said Les innocently. "You can’t just flat out lie about the headlines Lessie!" He whined. "Not lyin, just improvisin!" Said Les. Davey’s blood boiled. He knew where Les got these awful habits. I was Jack…he had gotten Les lying, and even talking in a New York accent! Jack had manipulated his entire family. He had Sarah eating out of the palm of his hand. Lately she had started saying words like "nude" and "lovenest". Jack was always at their house, influencing his parents- Davey knew that they liked Jack more than they liked him. I was so obvious. Davey hated jack with a passion…he had to dispose of him.

Jack sat pondering, next to the Horace Greeley statue. Every morning the Newsies got up at 6:30. Jack had always thought that this time was unusually early. He decided he would have to talk about it with the other Newsies. Jack would call a meeting that evening. Sarah sat contently by her window…waiting for Jack to come home. It was 7 hours until he would be home, and she planned to sit by the window the whole 7 hours. She had nothing better to do. Suddenly Sarah heard a voice, coming from everywhere and yet nowhere all at once. "Jackie got layed." Sarah sat upright and listened contently, but the room was silent. She got up from the window, a little spooked. She decided to take a walk, and maybe sell some lace on the way. That always cheered her up. That evening:

Jack dropped by the Jacob’s house after selling to visit Sarah. He knocked on the door, Mrs.Jacobs answered the door and told Jack that Sarah wasn’t home. "She went out on for a walk, and she’s been out all day! And now it’s getting dark!" She sounded upset. "Oh well" he said, after the door had been closed. Jack didn’t really care. Sarah had been getting on his nerves lately, she was so needy. Always wanting attention, Kind of like a poodle really. Besides, Jack had more important things to worry about. He turned around to go back to the boarding house.

When Jack got back to the boarding house the other newsies were sitting on their bunks, counting the day’s profits. Jack looked around suspiciously for Kloppman, and then proceeded n a whisper. "You guys, I think we need ta have a meeting, there’s some stuff we need to discuss." All the Newsies looked up from their money. "WHAT KIND OF A MEETING JACK?" Yelled Crutchie. Jack smacked him round the side of the head. Kloppman came into the room. "Who’s yelling?" He asked sourly. Jack mumbled something that sounded like "hamster." Kloppman rolled his eyes and then went back into his bedroom. Sarah wondered numbly through the streets of New York. She had been walking all day, but it was worth it. She had sold some lace to an old man named Isaac. Isaac had taken the lace and run down the street screaming "Finally! My creation will be complete. "Old people." Sarah had chuckled. They could be so funny. Sarah looked around at the buildings on either side of the street. They looked black and unfamiliar. Now it was really dark. Sarah suddenly came to a bleak realization; she was lost in a big city at night. That would teach her to take eight-hour walks. There were no streetlights, just a few old unused factory warehouses. Sarah figured that it would be a heck of a lot easier to find her way home in daylight, she decided that she would have to sleep in one of the Warehouses. They were old and out of use. She could easily find a way in. The newsies had picked a spot for their first official "newsie meeting". They would have it at the place where the nuns usually sang every morning. They all snuck out of the boarding house and tiptoed down the street. When they got to the nun singing place, jack glared at the sidewalk. There were no nuns for him to glare at. Jack hated nuns, every morning they took up at least 15 seconds of valuable singing time. This annoyed Jack. He could be singing in this time, but noooo. The stupid nuns had to give their stupid speech about depraved children. (Jack hadn’t caught on to the fact that he was one of the depraved children.) Jack hated the nuns with their stupid robes, and their stupid wimples, and their stupid…"So what’s so important that you had to drag us all the way out her, Jackie?" Racetrack interrupted. Jack awoke from his thoughts of violence. "What? Oh…yea." He stammered. "Well ya see fellas, I’ve been wonderin about our old pal Kloppman." The newsies gathered round attentively. "Don’t you think that he wakes us up kinda early? I mean, a newsie needs his beauty sleep. The newsies were all thinking the same thing. They knew that this was just another one of Jack’s crazy ideas, but since he was the leader they would have to pretend they were interested. "Ok Jack." Blink sighed. "What does we have to do this time?" Jack eyes grew wide "Blink, Mush…you get The Bronx. Les and Snipeshooter, you go to Midtown. "Eggs Benedict!" said a small voice. No one noticed. Snipeshooter smiled to himself. "Racetrack, Boots! You guys get Brooklyn!" Racetrack rolled his eyes; this was going to be a long couple of days. Jack was now brewing with wide-eyed excitement. "I want all of you felas to find out what time da other newsies have to get up. Justice will be served! Everybody meet here tomorrow morning!" All the newsies rolled their eyes, made a few sarcastic comments, and wandered back to the lodging house. Jack was happy that he was making a difference, he decided that now would be a good time for a chicken dance.

Sarah looked up at the old factory building, with its rusty metal, and broken windows. Sarah WOULD find a way in. She walked up to the door and pushed. Darn it, locked. She would have to use force. She yelled as she shoved her shoulder against the door huffing and grunting. After about an hour of this she heard a voice: Climb in a window Sarah! "Well duhoink!" Said Sarah, whacking her head against the door. She looked for the nearest window and climbed in.

Jack walked back to the lodging house alone, he was so happy about the whole meeting they had had. He was making a difference! Jack smiled and started to skip. He skipped right into Davey, who was standing on a street corner near the lodging house. "Oops, sorry Dave, didn’t see you there in the midst of my jubilation!" said Jack happily. Davey glared at him. "You did that on purpose." He said coldly. Jack looked at him, bewildered. "You meant to do it, and you know it!" Screamed Davey, erupting like a volcano. "Well I’m sorry that you’re so much better than me! And I’m sorry that I can’t be all perfect too, but I’m not like you!" Jack stared at Davey. "Uhhhh, Davey." Said Jack, backing away. "What is it?!" asked Davey, boiling over with frustration. "It’s ya mouth Davey, it didn’t move, just then. Davey gasped, slapping his hand over his mouth, Jack had caught on to his ventriloquist talents. Davey ran off down the street screaming "They’re on to me!" Jack watched Davey disappear into the night. He then shrugged and walked back to the lodging house.