- Chapter 42 - Oooo, ✨Foreshadowing✨, Scary -
Warnings: Mentions of injuries and some anxiety
Third Person POV
"Alright, Brookies!" Race exclaims, silencing all of the Brooklyn Newsies. "It is 6am and I know you all just want to get on with the day, so I'll try to make this quick!" He tells them.
Race was in charge of buddy-pairing the Brooklyn Newsies since last time Spot had done it, everything failed.
"Spot... your youngest two were kidnapped because you paired them together and let them sell together!" Jack exclaims. "Alone!" He adds, his eyes wide.
"I didn't know who to pair with who!" Spot defends himself. "I just put best friends together!" He exclaims.
"They're six, Spot!" Jack responds. "Six!"
"I know!"
Race shakes the memory out of his head. "If you don't know me, either you're really new to Brooklyn or you have no idea what happens in your borough; either way, I have no clue how and I'm Racetrack Higgins, or Race." He explains.
Multiple Newsies laugh.
Jack and Spot share looks, chuckling.
"We'll have pairs- and probably trios depending on relationships- and groups of four!" Race informs them all, looking over the group and the list he had in his hands that Specs had written and he had made. "If you somehow forget, Mr. Chris has the list, and if you're an older boy paired with a younger boy, do not be annoyed." He deadpans, his voice still loud enough for all of them to hear. "We need to stick together, so take it as a compliment if you're paired with a younger Newsie because either we trust you, they love you, or you're strong." He tells them. "However, do not get an ego like your leader's."
Spot rolls his eyes, glaring at Race.
Shaking his head, Jack chuckles. He's definitely grown up in Manhattan for the most part.
Race smirks as other Newsies laugh. "Alright," he starts with a chuckle, looking down at the list. "Our first trio is Skittery, Waves, and Tumbler." He informs them.
Skittery and Waves smile, their hands intwined.
Tumbler turns around to face them, beaming.
Race chuckles. "Next group,"
When that was over
Race hands the list to Mr. Chris, before walking over to Spot, Jack, Ace, Smokes, Cloth, Specs, and Blink. "Done." He informs them.
"No." Blink gasps sarcastically.
Race rolls his eyes.
"Thanks, Racer." Spot smiles. It was a genuine smile, something that didn't happen often.
Race felt a sense of pride fill him and butterflies flying around his stomach at the sight of Spot smiling.
"And I mean that." Spot adds. "I could've never done that and made good groups." He tells Race.
Race chuckles. "I am aware." He responds with a small smirk. "I was there for the 'you can't put two six-year-olds together' scolding." He comments.
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