"Da foirst thing ya gotta learn is headlines don't sell papes, Newsies sell papes, and it's ok to make up da headlines." Race told me.
"Ok." I said."Um..."
"What is it?"
"What's up wit Blink?"
"O, he split up wit his goil." He paused." He was talkin bout ya last night."
"Really, what'd he say?"
"He told me ya was cute."
"Really?" Now I know I'm not bad, but cute? My long blonde hair, green eyes, and freckles, never seemed to be cute to me, but today they did. Just at that moment.
After selling the morning edition, skipping lunch, and selling the afternoon edition, I got hungry. I also got pretty good at the paper thing, if I do say so myself.
"Ya hungry?" Race asked, I nodded "Let's go to Tibby's."
"Ok"
When we got to Tibby's, I saw Blink sitting in a corner by himself.
"Heya Glory." He said as he came and sat by me. "Mind if I sit here?"
"No. Go ahead." I responed joyfully. After all, he was cute too.
My time as a Newsie is turnig out to be great. I got a best friend named Race, and a new friend named Blink, or maybe more than a frined. I can only hope.
The End