Harlem and 'Hattan

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Race POV

I woke up eager to sell papes.

I put on my vest and shoes and went downstairs to the common room.

"Hiya Drift" I greeted the leader of our group. "Oh, hey Race.." he trailed off.

All the boys stared at me and whispered amongst themselves.

What the-?

"Listen kid" Drift put his hand on my shoulder. "Ise gotta let youse go.." he told me. "Let me go? Whaddya mean by dat?" I asked. "Ise is kicking ya out of da Harlem Newsies, kid.." he said.

Kicking me out..?

"W-why?" I stammered. "Ise has to. If youse still wants to be a Newsie then Ise think youse should go to Manhattan. Theyse is the next best thing for ya, kid." Drift informed me.

"Whateva" I spat, walking upstairs and packing my stuff.

I left the Lodging House with all my stuff.

Guess ise goin to Manhattan..

- sorry this chapter is short. Basically why Race had to go to Manhattan. Future chapters will be longer