Newsies 2004
Prologue
AN: Hey, guys! This happens to be my second "Newsies" story. Yay! I'm excited. ((dances)) I thought of this one day because no one seemed to have a lot of stories where the boys get thrown into the future. Seriously, because if you look there are stories that have people go back in time and I'm like, "I'm going to do something different" and voila! Here is the result! This is only the prologue, mind you, but here's the result anyway!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own "Newsies" or any of its characters in anyway. So you lawyers who are ready to knock on my door. . .GO AWAY! DON'T SUE ME! Disney owns them. Not me. Oh, and I also do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters either. They all belong to the lovely and talented J.K. Rowling. ((bows down)) You'll understand why I put up an HP disclaimer towards the end of the prologue.
Just for reference, in this story the movie wasn't made. It's just like history and stuff. It just makes things easier.
And now. . .((rolls out the red carpet)) please enjoy the boys at their finest in my story. Enjoy!
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. . .
SMACK!
Ugh. . .damn alarm clock. I swear, whoever invented those should be hunted down and killed. Although if I didn't have one I would never get up in time for school. Oi. . .school.
I reluctantly sat up, leaving my mesh of a pillow behind me and stretched. I looked over at my digital clock and squinted through my eyes, reading the red neon numbers. 7:01 AM. . .shit.
Scrambling from my bed, my senses fully awake, I ran to my closet, threw its doors open and pulled out a dark red shirt and a pair of jeans randomly. I tossed them on my bed over my comforter and sprinted to the bathroom where I quickly brushed my teeth and brushed my hair.
Why the rush, you ask? Last week was the first week of school and I was late twice. One more and I would get detention. It's not like I did it on purpose! My alarm clock has been fucking up the whole summer and I never had enough time to get a new one. Not like I wouldn't care if I got a stupid detention, no I don't give a damn. I just have better things to do then to sit in a room with a bunch of idiotic people, listening to them talk about the latest video game or hear the preppy ones gossip. Yup, even the prissy little preppy ones get caught sometimes.
I checked myself one last time in the mirror and scurried out, not even bothering to turn off the light. Back in my room, I got out of my pajamas and stepped into my other clothes. Thanking God that I remembered to pack my backpack the night before, I picked it up, slung it over my shoulder, grabbed my black Vans from a corner of my room and socks from another, I ran out of there, this time turning off my light.
Shoes and socks in one hand, I thumped down the stairs and found my dad in the living room.
"You're going to be late again, Kay." He said, strumming lightly on his worn out guitar strings.
"Yeah, thanks for waking me up by the way!" I yelled, going into the kitchen where I set my cars keys yesterday. I picked them up and walked to the front door. "See you after work, Dad! Love you!" I called over my shoulder. The last thing I heard before slamming the door was my dad's laugh.
Grumbling and cursing under my breath that I was going to be late, I jumped in my black Jetta, started her up, and was immediately greeted by the Sex Pistols blaring from the speakers. I didn't bother to turn it down, seeing as how it helped to wake me up at this ungodly hour, as I pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street.
As I drove, my mind started to wander. Not that it mattered because I've been driving since my junior year and I've lived in Manhattan, New York all my life. I know it's weird that I have a car and actually driving, it's insane and I don't know why I do it. I actually live in thelower East side of Manhattan and traffic is considerably less crowded. Dude, I could seriously drive blindfolded through this city and not get in an accident. I even tried it once. . .It didn't go over so well. Hence the "once" part. Luckily, Jordan was there and she took the wheel and yelled at me for an hour after we got back to her house. Oohh. . .Starbucks. No! I don't have time! I'll buy the crappy kind from school. Mr. H. loves me, he'll let me sip on it.
I stopped at a red light and I glanced at the clock on the radio. 7:15. . .Damn, I'm good. That's the fastest I've ever gotten ready for. . .anything. . . in my life! Oh yeah, green means go. . .
My little Jetta and me puttered on through the city and I finally pulled into the parking lot ofEast VillageHigh School. Oh how I loathe thee. I hate school more than life itself. I mean COME ON! Why have us get up at five or six EVERY FREAKING MORNING, get to school at seven-thirty and make us suffer until three? Are we learning anything? NO! Now maybe if we didn't have until eight. . .Oh well. Thank God this is my senior year. I have survived three years here, three miserable years. And what do I have to show for it? You got it. Nothing but teachers who I desperately want to sue and lousy grades. Well, not lousy just low Cs.
I turned off my car, sad at seeing my beloved Ramones music disappear, opened my door and stuck out my feet to put my shoes on.
"Finally! I thought you'd be late again." A voice teased from above me. I finished tying the laces and I stood up to find two girls in front of me. The one who had spoken was tall, and shit do I mean tall, with curly blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She wore dark blue Vans, jeans and a Clash t-shirt. The second girl was shorter by about four inches with curly slash wavy red hair with lighter streaks through it that are obviously dyed. Her left eye was green and her right eye was blue, something that I thought was the coolest thing in the world. She wore a black shirt with a Harry Potter logo on it, a long ankle length black gauzy skirt and dark green Vans poked out from beneath. Are we seeing a pattern here with the shoes?
"I'm surprised you're not, Jordan. The way you and Eric suck each other's face off it seems like they'd know you as a regular in detention." I said, teasing her back. She gasped and punched me on the arm. It hurt like hell! She's a lot more athletic than I am and has way more muscle. So, needless to say that girl leaves bruises, even though she says she doesn't mean to. Liar. The girl beside her laughed and I shot a glare at Jordan, rubbing my arm.
"Eric and I do NOT suck each other's face off. He just happens to be a good kisser is all." Jordan said defensively. Erin, the girl next to Jordan, and I rolled our eyes and the three of us started our traditional morning trudge up the steps of school.
And so the day begins.
AN: Well! Please tell me what you think! Oh and, by the way, I don't own The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, or the Clash or Jetta cars or Vans shoes. LoL. I know it was short but it's the prologue! They're meant to be short. Anyway, please leave me a REVIEW! ((cough)) I have tons of other stories to write too, but don't worry. I'll get chapter 1 out ASAP. PLEASE REVIEW!
Dreamless-Mermaid
