Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. Caitlynn (cakes) is owned by Cakes, Rose (knots) is owned by Knots, Brandie (milkshake) is owned by C.M Higgins, and Scarlet ( Sweet Tart) is owned by well Sweet Tart. I own Chloe ( Trinket).

A.N Hey all I'm back. Hope you like it. Thanks to Rosie for the Idea and to Cakes for the help with the school name. Sparks/ Trinket

Chapter 1

" MOM YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!" Chloe Dowell bellowed to her mother, as they stood only a few inches apart in their small kitchen, in there small house, in a small town in Ontario Canada. Chloe's long red hair was pulled back into a messy bun and a few pieces had fallen into her face. Her usually smiling green eyes had turned cold and harsh. She was fiddling around with her charm bracelet that she always wore on her left wrist. The atmosphere in the Dowell household had been tense for a few hours now. Mr and Mrs. Dowell had just told their rebellious daughter that she was being shipped to Manhattan New York to go to an all boy boarding school. There would be a few other young girls her age joining her. Chloe hadn't taken it too well.

" Mom, why they hell are you sending me there anyway?" She asked fuming.

Sharon Dowell sighed. "Well for one we're worried about you." She said fiddling with the dishcloth in her hands. Fiddling with things was a family trait. " And, well your dad and I think that maybe…. Well… Oh goodness, Chuck come in here and help me." She hollered into the next room.

Chloe was shooting death glares at her mother.

A grunt was heard from the next room and then Chuck Dowell appeared in the doorway of the kitchen." What?" Chuck asked in his usual grumpy tone.

" Explain to your daughter why we're sending her to Meadowlark Academy." Sharon said turning her back and going back to the dishes.

Chloe turned her glare to her father. She didn't have any fear of him. " Tell me father why are you and mom shipping me away to a totally different country?" She spat at him.

Chuck smiled a little. "Well darling, its cause you've become mixed in with the wrong crowd. You've become… well there really isn't any other word for it but ….a whore. " He said shrugging. Deep down inside it gave him great pleasure to finally tell her how he felt about her. He never liked his daughter he never wanted to be a father. " You've let us both down, and we've arranged with Dean Maxwell, an old family friend, for you to get into this school and he'll have his eye on you. You cross the line once and it's off to Switzerland." He said sternly, then turned and headed back to the living room.

Chloe had a look on her face, as if she had just been hit across the face. " I HATE YOU BOTH!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face as she ran up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door behind her. Sharon sighed and put a plate in the tray. " She's seventeen and still throwing fits."

Meanwhile in Colorado young Catilynn Livine was happily packing her bags. Her curly brown hair hung at her shoulders, her blonde highlights shimmered in the dim sunlight that was coming through her open window. She was humming lightly to herself. There was a soft knock at the door. " Come in." She called happily. A young woman walked into her room, carrying a large laundry basket full of clean clothes. There was a smile on her face as well; her dark hair was pulled back into a bun.

" Here Caitlynn, I washed the rest of your clothes." She said softly, putting the basket down on the bed. " Are you looking forward to the new school?" She asked smiling over at her Daughter.

Caitlynn stopped what she was doing and smiled over at her mother. " Yes. I can't even tell you how excited I am." She said laughing a little, which in turn made her mother laugh. " I've honestly dreamed about having a chance like this." She said bouncing a little, and laughing more. Her dazzling blue eyes seemed to glitter when she laughed.

" Well I'll let you finish your packing, and you should get a good nights sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow to catch your plane." Sarah Livine said kissing the top of Caitlynn's head and walking out of the room. " Good night dear."

As Sarah left the room, Caitlynn pulled out the old tattered picture from under her pillow. It was of a young boy with light brown hair and the same dazzling blue eyes. He was smiling widely, full of live, full of joy. She felt a single tear roll down her cheek. Her older brother Scott had been killed only two years ago in the Columbine tragedy. It broke her parent. Neither of them talked for days, and it took its fair toll on Caitlynn. He was her closest friend, her best friend. He knew all her secrets and she knew his. So when it was Caitlynn's turn to head off to high school her parents where determined she would not be going to Columbine high When the opening at Meadowlark Academy came around, they jumped at the chance to send her there. That was her birthday gift from them on her sweet sixteen. A few days after Scott's death, she decided he wouldn't want her to be depressed; he would want her to be happy and upbeat.

Caitlynn sighed and whipped away the tear, placing the picture on top of her pyjamas in her suitcase. " I know you'll be proud." She whispered to him, smiling softly.

A.N: Well there you have it. The first chapter of my new story. Hopefully if people bug me enough it will keep going and be up and finished before I leave for Calgary. Love you gals. So please read and review. Hope it didn't suck too much!