Recap:
"Let's start over, hello, I'm Amelia, their sister"

The Newsies stand there in shock for a good three minutes.

Amelia POV

"Is that so shocking?" I ask my brothers.

"Apparently" Morris says.

Once the Newsies let the realization sink in, they snapped back into reality.

"Yer' 'aves a sista?" One asks Morris.

"Yes, now get over it and get to work" Morris spots, grabbing my hand, leading me away from the Newsies, with Oscar following.

They walk to the distribution window and meet Uncle Weisel behind it.
"Hi Uncle" I greet, giving him a hug.

"Hi Amelia" He smiles, hugging back.

I look at the Newsies in line, they're astonished that Morris, Oscar, and Mr. Wiesel have a soft side, I can tell by looking at them.

I've been asked before how I deal with my brothers and uncles, and here's how. They are kind around me, they love me and I love them, they aren't violent and they don't like to worry me, so that's how I deal with them.

The tallest Newsie from earlier comes up and cuts most of the line before calling my uncle "Weasel" and gets 100 papes, which annoys me, it's rude. All of the boys except the one with the crutch call my uncle "Weasel" and/or tease and insult him, and sometimes they do the same to my brothers, without the "Weasel" part.

I'm gonna say, Morris is the nicer one out of both of my brothers, to other people that is, so it surprised me that they disliked the Newsies so much that he was acting weird.

I mean, I bet the Newsies are nice people, maybe my brothers and the Newsies got off on the wrong foot. Maybe... I can only hope that they might somehow, someday become friends, but, that probably won't happen.

"Hey Morris! Oscar! Can we's meet yer' sista?" The tall one yells to my brothers.

I look at my brothers, they're whispering to each other and then they motion for me to come over to them.

"Mel, are you okay with going with them for a little while we go to the refuge for a minute?" Morris asks, still whispering.

"Yeah, also, I thought you didn't trust them" I whisper to them.

"We don't" Oscar explains, "but we know you hate the refuge, and we hate taking you there, so the best option is you going with them for a little".

"Okay" I agree.

"Fine, she can go with you for a little, but if she gets hurt, I swear Kelly, we will kill you" Oscar yells over to the tall one, who is apparently named Kelly.

They walk me over to the Newsies and don't lose eye contact with the Kelly person. He nods, and my brothers give me a hug.

Morris bends down and whispers to me "Please stay safe." Sometimes I feel like they think I'm 8, not 14.

"I'm not gonna go looking for trouble, Morris, I know what New York is like" I whisper back.

"I know, I'm just worried about leaving you with the Newsies" he admits.

"I'll stay safe, I have my knife if I need it, I love you" I assure him.

"We taught you well" he smiles and we both laugh. He gives me one more hug and they leave.

"Overprotective much?" One of the Newsies points out.

"I mean, I've never been left alone with someone without them" I explain.

"Okay, anyway, we's should introduce ourselves" the Kelly guy says, "I'm Jack, Jack Kelly, your brudders' like using my last name." Oh that makes so much more sense.

"I'm Crutchie" the one with the crutch introduces himself.

"Da' names Racetrack, sweetheart" the cigar one flirts. Gross.

"Race, her brudders' would kill ye' for flirting wit' her, anyway I'm Albert" Another greets.

They all introduced themselves

Hope your enjoying the story.
Translation:
Brudder - Brother
Ye' or Yer' - You
Wit' - With
Da' - The
'Ave - Have
Sista - Sister