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"Where are you?! I need you! Mom! Dad!" Jackson jerks awake sweating, he sits up in bed and looks around the room.

"A... Dream..." He holds his head in his hands.

"Where are you?..."

There's yelling in the hallway.

'someone probably needed to go to the bathroom or something and gout caught by the caretaker. That caretaker... Why does she have to be so mean?' Jackson thinks to himself.
He lays back down and tries to go back to sleep, trying to ignore the noise... Then he hears a slap, then crying, then more footsteps.
The kid enters the room with a hand print on his right cheek.
He slowly walks to his bed and crawls under the covers.

"Hey, a-are you okay?"

"I'm fine." The kid says a bit harshly.

"Okay... Sorry."

Jackson sits up in bed and gets up.

"Where are you going?!" The kid whispers.

"I need a drink." I whisper back.

"No! You're not allowed to leave your bed until morning. If you leave, I'll be blamed. I'm supposed to make sure this group of orphans fallow the rules, get back in bed!" He says quietly.

Jackson gets back in bed.

"That's stooped..."

He eventually falls asleep. The next morning he wakes up to William standing next to the bed.

"W-wha-"

"Get up sleepy head!" He says playfully.

Jackson sits up in bed.

"Hello William- er, Roman."

"Ya know. I think I like William better."

"So, your going back to William?"

"Yeah! Not get up!" He pulls him out of bed.

"Okay, okay."

Jackson takes his suitcase from underneath the bed and gets his toothbrush and paste.

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

Jackson and William is sitting under there usual tree.

"Jackson... We should run away."

"But-"

"Think about it." He cuts him off

"Everyone is so mean. And the food is disgusting."

"Yeah... But where would we go?"

"Uh... We could live on the streets, like the newsies!"

"What's the newsies?"

"It's a book."

"Oh. How would we get food?"

"Uhhhh, we could, uh, get a job?"

"Honestly... I want to, but won't they find us?"

"Nah! We would run far!"

"Okay. When should we do it?"

"Next week! That'll give us time to get supplies and time to ask others if they want to join!"

"What if they snitch?"

"Good point. I know some people who won't snitch, lets ask only them."

They continue talking about running away, they abruptly stop as they hear a twig snap behind them. They look behind them to find a frail little boy hiding behind a bush spying on them.

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ...