I don't own the Newsies, Disney does, but if you don't recognize
the nickname, they're one of mine. I own the school, the
teachers, and the rest of the student body, though. So, enjoy,
and reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thanx!
Blink
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I hate my life! No, seriously! I'm sixteen years old, and I've
never been on a date in my life. Not that there are any guys I'd
this school that I'd WANT to date. Yes, I said guy. Get off my
case! YEESH! So, anyway, what was I doing? Oh, yeah, wallowing
in self-pity. "AAAAH!" I screamed, 'cause someone had just
punched me in the arm. "Jesus, Blink, calm down. You're getting
to be as high-strung as Skitts. And that ain't a good thing."
Oh. It was just Spot. My heart rate returned to normal. "So,
Blinky-boy, ready for Ms. Stork's history test?" "First, never
EVER call me 'Blinky-boy' EVER again. And second, yes, I studied
last night, Gabriel, unlike SOME people who never study, and
still get all A's! How is that fair?!" Spot smiled that million-
watt smile that brings girls to their knees. Not that he cares.
Spot's gay, but then, so am I, as you already know. "It's a
gift. And kissin' ass doesn't hurt either." I rolled my eyes.
Spot may be an egotistical jerk sometimes, but if it weren't for
him (or any of my friends, for that matter), I wouldn't have
survived freshman year. Spot, Jack, Snitch, Skitts, Specs,
Dutchy, and I have all been friends for years. We call ourselves
the Seven Silly Eaters, which was our favorite book in 1st
grade. And the name has just sort of stuck since then. Yes,
we're psycho. But that's what makes us fun, And just wait 'till
you meet the girls in our little friendship ring. Hoo, boy!
Watch out!
$$$$$$$$$
Dave
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You ever have one of those days where NOTHING goes your way?
Yeah. That was happening to me this morning. I just moved here,
and today was my first day at East Brooklyn High. To start off
my morning from hell, I didn't wake up until half an hour after
my alarm went off, then I had to play a REEEEEALLY demented game
of 'Let's Remember Which Box Has Dave's Grooming Products In
It'. Then we had nothing for breakfast except Pop-tarts (I'm
going to die of calorie overdose, I swear! There's like, 220
calories in ONE of them! And I ate TWO!! AUGGGGGGGGH!! Just
kidding.), and then my car wouldn't start. I guess I should
mention my car is a hunk of junk Ford Taurus that's about 15
years old, always need repairs, and is in desperate need of a
paint job. Finally, after I kicked the gas cap, of all places,
it started, and I drove off to my first day at my new school,
listening to 'Sweet Child of Mine'. Guns 'n' Roses ROX! (A/N:
They really do! Go, Axel!)
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweet child of mine!"
(Insert head-banging here.)
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweet child of mine!"
Then my CD ended. "DAMN!" I was also at my new school, so I
guess you could call it perfect timing. More like the worst
timing possible. I got out of my car, fumbled around in my
backpack till I found my CD player, noticed the batteries were
dying, and stuck in Guns 'n' Roses: The Greatest Hits. And I
walked toward the 3-story brick prison I knew I would absolutely
HATE! You shoulda seen me: Head down, shoulders slumped, Guns
'n' Roses blaring. And that's when I ran into her. About 5'8",
blond hair, blue eyes, curvier than most, but I wouldn't say
fat, toned arms, tan. "Sorry", I muttered. "I didn't see you."
"'S OK, I've bumped into my fair share of people when I'm in one
of what my friends call 'Oblivious-to-the-world-music-funks'.
She smiled at me and stuck out her hand. "I'm Elizabeth, but if
it's all the same to you, please call me Spitfire. Everyone else
does." "I'm Dave." I liked her almost at once. She gave off a
distinct 'I-don't-care-what-you-think-of-me-so-fuck-off' vibe.
"You must be new, I thought I knew everybody, but I've never
seen you around bef..." she trailed off in mid-sentence. "Is that
Guns 'n' Roses?" "Yeah. Why?" "I LOVE Guns 'n' Roses! Oh my God!
I have all their CD's (A/N: Not really), and I listen to them
all the time! (A/N: Again, not really! ^-^) You have to meet my
girlfriends, and The Seven Silly Eaters! We're sort of Guns 'n'
Roses freaks." OK, OK!" I laughed. Now I knew why she was called
Spitfire. She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward a set of
double oak doors with a plaque on it that read 'Cafeteria'.
"It's lunchtime. You lucked out and got here between classes.
You are about to learn how The Seven Silly Eaters got their
name."
Maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all.
the nickname, they're one of mine. I own the school, the
teachers, and the rest of the student body, though. So, enjoy,
and reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thanx!
Blink
$$$$$$$$$
I hate my life! No, seriously! I'm sixteen years old, and I've
never been on a date in my life. Not that there are any guys I'd
this school that I'd WANT to date. Yes, I said guy. Get off my
case! YEESH! So, anyway, what was I doing? Oh, yeah, wallowing
in self-pity. "AAAAH!" I screamed, 'cause someone had just
punched me in the arm. "Jesus, Blink, calm down. You're getting
to be as high-strung as Skitts. And that ain't a good thing."
Oh. It was just Spot. My heart rate returned to normal. "So,
Blinky-boy, ready for Ms. Stork's history test?" "First, never
EVER call me 'Blinky-boy' EVER again. And second, yes, I studied
last night, Gabriel, unlike SOME people who never study, and
still get all A's! How is that fair?!" Spot smiled that million-
watt smile that brings girls to their knees. Not that he cares.
Spot's gay, but then, so am I, as you already know. "It's a
gift. And kissin' ass doesn't hurt either." I rolled my eyes.
Spot may be an egotistical jerk sometimes, but if it weren't for
him (or any of my friends, for that matter), I wouldn't have
survived freshman year. Spot, Jack, Snitch, Skitts, Specs,
Dutchy, and I have all been friends for years. We call ourselves
the Seven Silly Eaters, which was our favorite book in 1st
grade. And the name has just sort of stuck since then. Yes,
we're psycho. But that's what makes us fun, And just wait 'till
you meet the girls in our little friendship ring. Hoo, boy!
Watch out!
$$$$$$$$$
Dave
$$$$$$$$$
You ever have one of those days where NOTHING goes your way?
Yeah. That was happening to me this morning. I just moved here,
and today was my first day at East Brooklyn High. To start off
my morning from hell, I didn't wake up until half an hour after
my alarm went off, then I had to play a REEEEEALLY demented game
of 'Let's Remember Which Box Has Dave's Grooming Products In
It'. Then we had nothing for breakfast except Pop-tarts (I'm
going to die of calorie overdose, I swear! There's like, 220
calories in ONE of them! And I ate TWO!! AUGGGGGGGGH!! Just
kidding.), and then my car wouldn't start. I guess I should
mention my car is a hunk of junk Ford Taurus that's about 15
years old, always need repairs, and is in desperate need of a
paint job. Finally, after I kicked the gas cap, of all places,
it started, and I drove off to my first day at my new school,
listening to 'Sweet Child of Mine'. Guns 'n' Roses ROX! (A/N:
They really do! Go, Axel!)
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweet child of mine!"
(Insert head-banging here.)
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweet child of mine!"
Then my CD ended. "DAMN!" I was also at my new school, so I
guess you could call it perfect timing. More like the worst
timing possible. I got out of my car, fumbled around in my
backpack till I found my CD player, noticed the batteries were
dying, and stuck in Guns 'n' Roses: The Greatest Hits. And I
walked toward the 3-story brick prison I knew I would absolutely
HATE! You shoulda seen me: Head down, shoulders slumped, Guns
'n' Roses blaring. And that's when I ran into her. About 5'8",
blond hair, blue eyes, curvier than most, but I wouldn't say
fat, toned arms, tan. "Sorry", I muttered. "I didn't see you."
"'S OK, I've bumped into my fair share of people when I'm in one
of what my friends call 'Oblivious-to-the-world-music-funks'.
She smiled at me and stuck out her hand. "I'm Elizabeth, but if
it's all the same to you, please call me Spitfire. Everyone else
does." "I'm Dave." I liked her almost at once. She gave off a
distinct 'I-don't-care-what-you-think-of-me-so-fuck-off' vibe.
"You must be new, I thought I knew everybody, but I've never
seen you around bef..." she trailed off in mid-sentence. "Is that
Guns 'n' Roses?" "Yeah. Why?" "I LOVE Guns 'n' Roses! Oh my God!
I have all their CD's (A/N: Not really), and I listen to them
all the time! (A/N: Again, not really! ^-^) You have to meet my
girlfriends, and The Seven Silly Eaters! We're sort of Guns 'n'
Roses freaks." OK, OK!" I laughed. Now I knew why she was called
Spitfire. She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward a set of
double oak doors with a plaque on it that read 'Cafeteria'.
"It's lunchtime. You lucked out and got here between classes.
You are about to learn how The Seven Silly Eaters got their
name."
Maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all.