Okay so obviously I DON'T own newsies much to my dismay but that doesn't mean I can't write about them. And I also know that I have too many stories than should be allowed but I wanted to get this out, a small gift for my friends. Anyways I just want everyone to know that 1) this is an AU fic and 2) the opinions in the fic are just that opinions...

PLEASE NOTE THAT I in no way shape or form own the newsies or any of the other charries from 1899 seeing as I wasn't even born, but that's besides the point. I do however own Amy, Rose, and Suze and any other non newsie charrie that happens to show up...um...Oh yeah and Race...I expect you to wear your true colors come Tuesday...I kept my part of the deal! And now without further ado...the wonderful new story by ME!

'So r u gonna go see 3:10 to Yuma?' I typed into the computer. The screen remained empty of a response for all of two seconds as I waited for Suzy, one of my best friends, to reply. No sooner had I read her response than did I crack up laughing.

'R u crazy?! Y would I go to see that movie?' For anyone who didn't know my friend they'd think she was crazy but since I knew her and saw where she was coming from it made me crack up laughing. She wasn't the easiest person to please but sometimes it was fun to tease her.

'Y not?'

'Hello, Christian Bale's in that movie!' she replied as if I didn't know. For what ever reason me and Suze and my other friend, Rose, hated Christian Bale, was it the hair, the eyes, the accent? No it had to be one of his roles in a movie that we saw.

'Come on u gotta go w/ me, who else is gonna boo him w/ me?' I replied adding a couple of puppy dog faces to my next reply. I knew this would get her to say a final yes, it always did, which is why I did it. It was getting late, and I still hadn't done my homework so after agreeing on going to see 3:10 to Yuma at 3:10 that Saturday I said my goodbyes and started on my homework.

Turning the television on I inserted a movie, one of my favorites, Newsies. For whatever reason it relaxed me enough to where I was an average 'A' 'B' student, which is always a good thing come report card time, am I right? Listening to Carryin the banner I started the long awaited and dreaded Math assignment. Why did Trig have to be so hard? Why couldn't it be as easy as 1, 2, 3?

Sitting down at a mahogany desk that held a giant stack of loose leaf paper and pencils I took out my math and began to finish what I hadn't gotten done in class. The homework seemed like there was a ton but in reality there wasn't all that much that had to be done, most of it she'd gotten done in class and the rest was semi-easy as it was basically a review. Thank god they hadn't gotten a lot of homework or true to my nature, I would've procrastinated it.

By the time that Seize the day was on I'd finished my math, read for English and finished most if not all of my biology. It was great not having tons of homework, something that didn't happen all that much. Normally it was work work work, not matter how busy you were, and in my case it was busy. Between color guard and riding lessons my time was nearly equally split between things and not going crazy was one of them. Somehow I always seemed to do well in what ever I put my mind to and I intended on keeping it that way.

A ringing brought me out of my, for lack of a better term, day dream. Looking at the caller ID I found that it was Todd, my boyfriend. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him, no…it was just that. Lately things between Todd and I had been a little strained, and I wasn't too sure if things were going to work out for better or for worse. Reluctantly I picked the phone up and said, as cheerfully as I could, "hey baby, what's up?"

"Not much just got done with Football practice, how are you?" he said with a small yawn in his voice that told me he really wasn't listening, merely calling because every boyfriend calls their girlfriend once a night just to talk. Well that's fine with me but I want them to listen too, is that too much to ask? I don't think so.

"I'm pretty good, how was practice?" I ask back, this will get him talking; there was nothing more that he liked to talk about than football. If it wasn't football this and football that then it wasn't a real conversation. The only reason I ever even knew what was going on at the football games was due to the fact that he told me the entire football history once and never let a day go by that he didn't explain something more to me.

"Oh, coach said that we stand a good chance at districts this year," he said letting me remember how last year Bentley High creamed us in the prelims. There wasn't a day that went by that the entire football crazed fans of Lincoln high didn't remind you how they stole our glory. Get over it, it wasn't like you couldn't just go back and retry next year. Sure the seniors were robbed of their glory but that didn't matter to me, I was a senior this year.

"That's good." I said anyway. I knew that's what he wanted to hear and so I let him hear it. Tuning him out a little, making sure to "mmm" and "no way" at certain points, I turned my attention on a boy starring back at me from the television. Racetrack Higgins, now there was a boy that could captivate me, too bad he was no where near my home town, in fact no celebrity lived anywhere near my town. It didn't take long for us to get done with our "conversation" leaving me all alone to do what ever I wanted with my time.

Turning back to my computer I re-logged in to my IM and saw that both Rose and Suze were online. Three way conversations were always the best, seeing as by the time you replied to one the other had replied to you, which meant that you were typing all the time, but so were they. Most of the time we'd get into a chat room and talk that way but on a rare occasion we stayed away from them, lest some creepy guy come talk to us for once in our lives. Today was not one of those days.

'What r u doin?' Suze asked nearly as soon as I got on. It was like she had this sense that just told her I was going to get on because as soon as I get on, I have a message, more often than not.

'Not much u? Hey Rose how r u?' I replied and started, this was going to be an interesting conversation. Well I assumed it would but then again assuming isn't always the best thing to do.

'Finishing homework, listening to Newsies and so much more.'

'Good, school sucks.' Rose added

'I'm watchin' Newsies…lol. Y does school suck Rose?'

'No way, I wish my rents would buy me that movie. Where did u get yours?'

'Let's just say biology sucks, better?'

'Amazon, where else would I get it? I'm sorry about biology Rose.'

'Sorry Rose, you can study with me, I do well in Bio.'

'Tell me when I have time.'

'When u do get time then, we'll help you. Oh, Suze, I still have your movie at my house, and I think a purse.'

'I was wondering where that got to…lol'

'U left your purse at Amy's house?'

'Don't forget you left your pants at my house.' It was fun to see them fight over funny stuff, especially when it was over who was more forgetful, and seeing as they liked to think the other was it was a constant argument. Honestly they were both equal in forgetfulness.

'Burn!'

'Shut up, sorry guys g2g ttyl.'

'And then there were two.'

'Back to newsies, you got it on Amazon?'

'Yeah, ordered it special, special edition.'

'No fair, your parents get you whatever you want!'

'Which is why Jason Isaacs lives next door! Oh wait he hasn't come yet, but I ordered him off of Amazon…lol'

'Okay so they get u every material possession.'

'So where's my Ferrari? What about the Porsche?'

'Stop proving me wrong! Do u ever wish that the newsies lived here? Like in present day?'

'Not really why?'

'I don't know but it sounded cool in my head.'

'Go wish on a falling star maybe it'll come true.'

'Hahahaha! Real funny.'

'Sorry, well g2g, laterz.'

Talking to Suze made me laugh normally but it was a good way to end the day, laughing not frowning. After brushing my teeth and changing into some pj shorts, I crawled into bed. Maybe her wish would come true and some of the newsies would just pop out of the movie and show up, maybe Mush would come and sweep her off her feet, or maybe just maybe she'd go back in time and meet them all, who knew with Suze, she could do just about anything, or so she said.

Shaking my head a little to get the thoughts out of my mind I lay on my pillow, rolled over on my side and fell into a relatively peaceful sleep. In my dreams I was safe, happy and overwhelmed with having a good time, why couldn't dreams become reality? For whatever reason my dreams were never meant to come true, I guess, but for some reason others were.

The alarm rang at 5:30, like normal. It was early sure but I was late as of thirty minutes ago. This was what happened everyday, wake up and run around like a chicken with it's head cut off until I finally got to school rather early, but then again early is late in color guard terms. But today, today wasn't a normal day not at all. In fact this was the least normal day that I've ever even imagined that could possibly happen.

Rolling over my groggy eyes filled with the sights of my room. They were all familiar, well except for five new figures. At first I figured it was still part of a dream hovering in mid air just praying to become a real image that might live another day. After blinking a couple of times I realized that I wasn't dreaming which then caused me to jump up with a slight scream, muffled by my pillow that I'd shoved over my mouth.

Removing my pillow I looked to the strangers with wide eyes, them not me. Apparently it's a little scary when a girl jumps up and starts screaming into a pillow. Never the less they stayed in one spot, which was probably a good thing, lest I have to chase them down. Dropping the pillow I joined the starring contest that I seemed to be losing, but that didn't matter, what the heck they were doing here did matter.

"Who the hell are you?" I finally spoke, even though I knew the answer, it was more of the fact that I was trying to figure out how on earth they got here, in my room no less.

"I'm Racetrack; this is Spot, Skittery, Mush and Jack. Who are you?" a short Italian boy said to me with his question behind it. He didn't get the answer right away as I fell over on the bed in complete and utter shock that this was actually happening. My memory blanks from there as I laid there thinking of what to do, what to say, how to explain it to my parents. There was no going back, but then again how could you go back if there was no back to go to?