A.N. So noone is probably reading this anymore, but I decided to come back and edit it all from the begining and finish it up nice and good so I stop feeling so guilty about just leaving it. Thanks to everyone who's still reading (:

Disclaimer: yeah. I don't own the newsies... never did... never will.

Chapter one- information

"Ugh… that was just about the worst day ever!" I said plopping down on the kitchen chair throwing my backpack beside me.

"What happened?" Asked my Mom, Diane.

"Nothing! And that's the matter; I've been waiting for Matt to ask me out 'cause he's being flirting with me for like two months now. And he did nothing. Again. For like the fifth day in a row. Then Carolyn has to go off and say, 'Oh yea I saw him with that new girl that just moved in from Kentucky, she's so pretty. He's probably into her now.' It's just like Carolyn to say something mean to make things worse!" I said huffing about my somewhat lame social life.

"I'm sure everything will get better." My Mom said while she was trying to make dinner. I knew that she wasn't paying any attention to what we were talking about so I decided to snap back. "Yeah, I hope."

I walked over to my laptop and reviewed my mypage,the biggest online forum for our area. I deleted the about me section and added "Hi, my name is Cassie but people call me Mackenzie. Might seem like a weird way to spell it, but hey, I am kinda weird. I live in a big house in a pretty well off town (thanks to my looser of a step-father). My family lives in a house about half the size of the white house; its not so big that its creepy but its big enough to get lost in if it was your first day looking around. I am rich enough to own my own horse (not by choice) and have a person trainer. My trainer is one of the people I am closest to, which may be the reason I have gotten so good at racing. I live in Massachusetts and I am a wicked sport person. As you have noticed race horses, though I mainly do because my dad owns a horse track, and I am also a pitcher in softball. I am an active person but that does not mean that I am good at every sport… you should see my family and I in the yearly family volleyball game... I have a normal sized body for being 5'4. I have kinda a big butt and good sized cherry red lips. My breasts are the size of a 17 year old even though I'm only 14. My own aunt thought that I was older than my step-brother who is 17. Many people ask me what college I am thinking about going to and then they ask him about how the big first year of high school is, even though it is the other way around. I am half Irish and half Scottish but most people think that I am Italian because of my fair tanned skin and my dark hair that is littered with natural blond highlights. My hair reaches down to just below my shoulders. My eyes change color depending on what I am wearing. At times they can be shocking blue or they could be as cold as stone and look like a storm that is about to pass by not leaving you untouched or dry. Having my body and attitude earned me the position of queen bee in school. Even though being popular means being bitchy I try hard not to be mean. My evil step-brother takes on that role for me."

"Well, I do know one thing that will brighten the first Friday of your summer." Said my mother, as I looked up from my computer screen.

"Mom that's in like two weeks," I exaggerated.

"Ten days honey."

"Oh I'm sorry a week and a half." I muttered under my breath hoping that my Mom would hurry up so I could go back on my computer.

"Well do you want to know or not know"

"Pleaseeeee!!"

"Brian and I are going on a trip for one week Starting the day after the star of summer vacation. Then when I get back me and you are going camping with the rapso's."

"OHMIGOD MOM I LOVE YOU!!"

"Kenze, quiet down or I won't tell you the rest."

"Wait, there's more?!" I asked, not being able to contain myself.

"Yes, you are aloud to invite three friends over a day while we are gone. And no more than three a day. Got it?"

"Ohk Mom I promise, Now I really gotta go talk to Carolyn and Margaret."

"Wait, hug"

I hugged my mom and ran upstairs with my computer. One week all to myself, I must be getting good grades or someone died and they are feeling bad because my parents don't even trust me for one night without a baby sitter. Hopefully my step-brother Nick won't be here. I know it sounds all cliche how I have an evil step-brother, but he really is evil. On my seventh birthday instead of giving me a gift he strangled me so hard that I fainted. He really is evil.

Once I got upstairs I got everything all ready and set so that I could invite Carolyn and Margaret over. Since we all had no homework because finals were over and it was almost summer, they came right over. You see being the queen bee has it's advantages. People always come when you want them to come, you get to know people older than you, so when I start high school next year I will still be pretty popular, and I get all of the hot guys. At the moment I am single but hopefully Matt would come to his senses soon.

"KENZE WERE HERE!" I heard Carolyn scream from down the stairs.

"COME ON UP!" I screamed down to my best friends who were coming up the stairs. Walking out my door I noticed that both girls had changed their clothes. We after all do go to a private catholic school but next year we'll get to go to the high school. Carolyn, my best friend and my second in command, was still wearing her uniform skirt and changed into a cute green tank top with a zipper up aero sweatshirt. Carolyn is pretty but not gorgeous. She has dark hair and always wears makeup, sometimes to much. She is known to be the second best kisser, the first being me, and also known to have gone father than any other girl in school, though both her and I know that it is not true. She has been my best friend since forever and ever. My mom said that we were even friends when we were toddlers. My step-dad and her dad work together and both our moms work-out together since neither work. Margaret on the other hand has what they call hidden beauty. People say that I do to when I am not wearing make-up so I guess Margaret could look like me if she wore some and I thank god that she doesn't believe in it. She was wearing sweats and a t-shirt like normal. She hasn't really hit the stage of liking guys yet, even though she is 14, so she doesn't care what she wears or looks like.

"You said it was urgent so we took the BMW." Carolyn's father's hobby is cars, much like my step-father. So he has about ten cars.

"Yes! My mom said that she is going away for a full week in ten days and that I have the house to myself!!"

"OH MY GOD!!" Margaret screamed

"But wait where do we fit in" said Carolyn always wanting to know it all

" You guys get to stay over the entire week!!"

"YAY!" All three of us screamed unsure of what would really go on in my parents week abroad.