Hiya! So I'm sorry to say that you won't get much of the newsies in this first chapter, but I'm writing the second one as we speak! Please leave me a review, especially if you don't like it, constructive criticism is best!

And we begin...

So what if she was going through an angst filled teenager phase? Every other teenager on the planet had gone through it at least several times, but of course, no- Lilian Frederick's daughter could absolutely not have problems in life. It was unheard of. Lilian Frederick's daughter Zoey Frederick was perfect, and she had it all. Zoey Frederick had the grades, the hair, clothes, money, and of course a different boy declaring their 'love' for her every other afternoon.

Well Zoey had had enough of it. She was sick of playing nice with the other girls at prep school, and dressing nice for her father's business parties, and getting A's in Biology (which was what started this whole problem in the first place). All in all, Zoey was done pretending. Somehow her brain had seemed to sense her own fed-up-ness with life and for the first time ever Zoey failed a biology exam. Which brought her down a whole letter grade.

Some people may think that a B- in biology, one of the harder science classes at her school, wouldn't be that bad. A few may even think that she was lucky to get such a grade. Her mother was not one of the few. A long lecture about the future of their family business had ensued because of this. As if she'd need to know biology to run a business based in broadcasting the news of New York. As if she even wanted to run the over exaggerating, scheming, self involved and conceited people involved with her father's news station. As if- she sighed and tried to keep her mind blank.

Anyways, so Zoey sat in her room, with the door locked as she turned up her music a bit louder every time she heard her mother's whiny voice call for her. A stream of honest and soulful lyrics wove their way through Zoey as Never Shout Never's What is Love played on her iPod. Zoey loved indie bands, and basically any other music her mother may have deemed unworthy. Actually, it seemed that anything Zoey liked, no one else in her prep school had even heard of. Zoey fondly remembered when she had been obsessed with Doctor Who in middle school, but quickly stopped when one girl decided to make fun of her for it. Much the same had happened with anime, and her sci fi/adventure novels, as well as her alternative art phase.

A secret pleasure of hers though, that even her own mother didn't know much about was her musical collection, musical movies that is. Zoey had everything, thanks to her un-monitored credit card. Mama Mia, Les Mis, Rent, POTO, Chicago, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Grease, Sound of Music, she had everything she could get her hands on, with all the lyrics known to her by heart. A shelf took up part of her room, and posters of various art pieces and bands covered most of her walls. Another shelf held her large amount of books she owned. Though her plush bed spread was designer, it looked like it could fit in with her lifestyle as it was black with fake splashes of colored paints on it.

Zoey slowly took out her earphones when she no longer heard her mother calling for her. Shoving her ipod into her sweatpants pocket she opened her door slowly and listened for anyone in her large home. Zoey's mom had a meeting at seven tonight so she must have just left a few minutes ago to make it on time. Zoey knew that those types of meetings normally lasted a long time and had a large supply of alcohol, so it was a safe bet that no one would be home tonight.

Zoey's phone beeped twice and she unlocked it to check a message from her close friend Clarice, (who did not go to prep school.)

Hey bro, you coming tonight or what? Zander says it's gonna be bomb.

Zoey quickly replied; Um, not sure. Mom took my keys…

Zoey sadly flopped onto her bed. She couldn't even successfully be a rebellious teenager, the one time she decided to go to a party she has no way to get there. Her phone beeped again with another message from Clarice.

I can maybe pick you up in a little while when Greg and I get some more supplies.

Zoey grinned at the thought of whatever 'supplies' Clarice and Greg were planning on getting.

Awesome, what time?

9-ish I think.

Zoey smiled gratefully, she knew that if she missed this Clarice would never have let her hear the end of it. Now what to do until she got here…

The answer in her mind was obvious, first, Zoey got into a dressy/casual outfit of warm black leggings- since it was almost winter- and a long loose navy blue shirt that was more like a dress. She threw on some converse and a black studded bracelet, then in over eagerness pulled on her black leather jacket so she could just walk out the door and leave whenever Clarice arrived, in case she came early. And yes, it did look a bit like the Ninth Doctor's jacket, what of it? After a moment of debate Zoey threw on a pair of casual black boots instead of the converse, since they would be warmer and more comfortable.

Checking to make sure her purse had all the essentials such as her driver's license, money, and other such stuff, Zoey also packed for an overnight stay, since she was sure everyone would be crashing at Zander's. In a small drawstring bag that she had once used for bring stuff to swim meets, Zoey packed a toothbrush, toothpaste, some pajama pants, travel size shampoo and conditioner, a makeup bag with cleansing wipes (since her new eye makeup was hard to remove) along with one of her best friends, Zoey smirked to herself, a medium sized bottle of whiskey. On second thought Zoey remembered that she'd probably stay more than one night so she also packed a razor and some lotion, uncomfortable using Clarice's.

When Zoey was all packed she looked at the clock excitedly, ready to go.

7:19.

Great.

Sighing in defeat Zoey looked around her room for something to occupy herself. Once again, her movie collection caught Zoey's eye. Only instead of her recent favorites, Rocky Horror and Rent, Newsies caught her eye. Not that she didn't like the movie, she just hadn't noticed it in a while. She had loved the songs and the simple yet moving plot, but hadn't payed much attention to it since when the Broadway version came out and she deemed herself the only one worthy enough to compare the two. Seeing as she lived in New York and money was never an issue she was able to see it as soon as it came out. Most of her 'friends' at school only knew how to spout nonsensical gossip. Despite their apparent wealth and general availability many had not even seen a Broadway play. Zoey was sad to know that the future of some of New York's finest tycoons lay in her peers' hands.

Zoey popped the disk into her DVD player and sat cross legged on her bed with a blanket and her overnight bag. She watched with rapt attention as the narration began...