�So, Jack, how was ya day?�asked Lynn, as she slid into the seat next to my brother.

�It was good. I sold all me papes, Angela hea� bought da last one.� he said, flashing me a smile.

�Really.� Lynn glared at me. Boy, did she hate me. It was really beginning to bother me, after all she had no reason whatsoever to dislike me. I glared back at Lynn. My brother was watching us. He glanced at me and raised his eyebrows.

Jack frowned at Lynn, �Lynn, is dere somthin� wrong?� Lynn snapped to attention and gave Jack a big grin. �Naw, everythin�s fine!� Jack nodded, looking unconvinced.

�Hey, Lynn! C�mere!� cried one of the newsies. Lynn got up and went to see what he wanted.

Jack watched her get up. � �Scuse me.� he said, and got up to follow Lynn.

�Oh God...� I groaned, shruching up my face and leaning back into the seat.

�What was wrong with that Lynn girl?� Johnny exclaimed.

�I don�t know. She was awful.� I rubbed my eyes. �Ugh. What a bad way to start things off. It�s my second day in New York and already I have people hating me.�

�Hey, that�s a new record, Ange.�

�Shut up! I hate first impressions.� I don�t know what it is about me. I think being rich intimidates people or something...

�Hey, I�s real sorry �bout Lynn back dere.� Jack apologized, sliding back into the booth.

�It�s ok.� I said, smiling in understanding.

�No, she was bein� real rude ta ya. I don�t know what got in ta her.�

�Ange has a way of making people do strange things.� Johnny said, laughing. I kicked him under the table.