[Racetrack's POV]

It was the day. The day my life would change. The day I would meet my sisters. Terrifying, huh? I was meeting two people from my actual family, not my fake one. This was one of the most important times in my life. I was so excited, and nervous, that I woke up at 4 AM. That's not too early, right? No, of course not.

"Blink." I climbed onto the teen's bunk and poked him.

"Yeah?" He looked at me, already awake for some reason.

"Wanna come get me sistah's wit' me?"

He got a confused look on his face. "You have sistah's?"

"Yep, and I gotta go get 'em right now, so get up."

Blink rolled his eye. "You'se lucky we'se best friends and bruddah's." We both hopped off his bunk and began walking out of the Lodge House.

Most of the walk was silent. The only time we really talked was when we were just about to arrive, because that was when I started getting really nervous. For my entire life, I cared for the Newsies, and they did the same to me. That freedom was about to vanish. As soon as I even looked at those two girls, it'd just disappear. I didn't want that.

Blink noticed I was starting to panic and stopped me. "Race, is you okay?"

"Cleah'ly not." I replied.

"Well, ya just need to calm down. You wouldn't want ya' sistah's seein' you break down, right?"

"Does it mattah'? 'Dey'll be leavin' once me pah'ents heal up. I mean, if 'dey evah' do.."

"HEY! I don't want you thinkin' like 'dat, Race. It's just gonna ruin ya' mood! Now, act like 'da noh'mal Higgins I know and be happy!"

"No."

"Aww, c'mon, Anthony. Fah' me?" Blink pretended to beg.

I paused for a minute, eventually just rolling my eyes and smiling. Foi'ne, but only fah' you and me sistah's."

"Yes!"

"You owe me a cigah' 'doe."

Blink thought about it. "...Deal."

Him and I continued walking until we arrived at the station. We sat on a bench, waiting for the train to ride into view. There were a lot of fancy adults and scabbers, most of them giving us dirty looks. I smirked at them as Blink pretended to be offended. Suddenly, we heard the sound of a train whistle.

"Blink." I began to freak out. Again.

"Hm?" Blink turned to me and realized what was happening. "Racetrack, calm down. Deep breaths. You'se gonna do great."

"No, it ain't 'dat."

"'Den what is it?"

"...I left me cigah's wit' SnipeShootah'."

Blink's eye widened. "AH' YOU STUPID?!"

"CLEAH'LY!"

"HE'S GONNA SMOKE 'EM ALL!"

"I KNOW!"

"YA' SISTAH'S NEED TA' HURRY UP!"

"NO KIDDIN'!"

Then, Blink seemed to notice something behind me, because he started tapping my shoulder. "Race."

"HE HAS ME CIGAAAAAAH'S!"

"Race."

"IT'S 'DA END FAH' ME!"

"RACE."

"AAAA- Huh?"

"'Dey'se heah'."

"What?"

"I said, 'dey'se heah'."

"Who?"

"Ya' sistah's."

I turned around. "Wh- Oh."

My eyes focused on a pair of young girls. One, who was taller than the other, had straight brown hair and brown eyes. She was looking around, clearly intimidated by the amount of adults. Then there was the short one, who had black, curly hair with brown eyes as well. The smaller girl seemed to be more comfortable than the other. And, obviously, they were related to me. Anyone could tell.

Blink smoothed my hair back slightly and patted down my shirt. "Go get 'em, spoh't."

I smiled slightly, walking over to the girls. I waved.

"Hi, I'm, well, ya' bruddah'." I told them.

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FINALLY