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4- NEWSIES RALLY《July 24, 1899》

Monday- July 24, 1899

I woke up as the sun started peaking over the horizon. My face was resting on top of Jack's hand, still intertwined with my own. We were facing each other. Involuntarily, my other hand brushed away some hair that was in front of his eyes. He looked so perfect, I couldn't wake him.

I slowly sat up and released Jack's hand. I stood, then sat at the edge of the roof with my legs dangling over. A million thoughts raced through my head. Moments later, a voice pulled me out of my reverie.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jack asked as he sat down next to me.

I turned to look at him saying, "I didn't mean to wake you. Sorry."

"Ya didn't. My body still thinks it's gonna be selling papes this mornin','' He said with a quiet laugh. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. We both turned to look at New York, waking from its slumber.

After a minute or two of silence I spoke up. "Do you think that anythin' is gonna come from this strike?" I asked. Jack leaned back on his hands, thinking.

"I hope so." I scoffed at his response.

"Wise words from our fearless strike leader," I said, my voice laced in sarcasm.

"Well, this is one strike leader who's gonna be very happy when it's all over. And we can get outta here, go to Santa Fe." I put my legs down as Jack matched me and scooted closer, our legs pressed against each other. "Y'know," he continued, "You should see Santa Fe. Everythins' different there. It's all bigger. Y'know, the desert, and the sky, and the sun."

"I'se pretty sure it's da same sun," I said with a breathy laugh.

"Yeah, just bigger," Jack stated, a grin evident in his voice. "Santa Fe is gonna be a dream come true, for both of us." I finally turned to him to see he was already looking at me.

"Still bringing Crutchy? And Spot?" Jack answered my question with a nod.

"We can bring anyone who wants to get outta this damned city." I snorted at him and we both continued to watch the sunrise for a few more minutes. I leaned my head on Jack's shoulder.

"Happy birthday, Jack Kelly."

"Didn't think you remembered." I sat up again and looked at him in shock.

"You didn't think that I'd remember your eighteenth birthday?" He shrugged. "You'se got no faith in me do ya?" Jack rolled his eyes at my dramatics.

"It just ain't that important ta me."

I knocked his shoulder with mine saying, "Well it should be."

"Only if I'm wit you, Sweetheart," He responded with a wink. I just rolled my eyes as I stood up. I offered Jack my hand.

"C'mon lover boy, we got a rally ta plan."

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"Storm, you must wear this dress," Medda insisted, shoving a navy blue dress at me.

"No, Medda. Ya know I hate dresses!"

"Please? For me?"