When you have a sudden burst of inspiration, you just gotta write it, right? Right. So here's a summer fic for all of you... it's a bit different. Anyways, there's a small CC at the bottom. But before you scroll down over there (which I know most of you do, hey, I do it too!), here's a prologue for ya. Be warned though, there's some swearing in this.

Disclaimer: I don't own the newsies or Denton.

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Summer School: Inside My Head

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Prologue

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I never really understood why I was the way I am. I never did anything wrong, treated anyone badly, annoyed others (although I may be wrong), or even caused anything for the government to turn their guns on me. I know, I know, you don't have to say no more. Look at that poor boy spilling out his guts to a complete stranger. Fact is, and it really is, I was born a dork.

See, I've come to a solution about this whole thing – not that I thought about it too much, just enough for it to come to this.

Some people have it and some people don't. But that's not the point I'm getting at just yet.

It's finally June. Summer. The time when you're supposed to be out in the beach, having fun, staying up, meeting new people to count as your fling, and basically just goofing off. No work, no teachers, no having to wake up when you don't want to and not getting spit in the face by your history teacher early in the morning. That's summer. But nooo. Do you have any idea where I am?

Summer school.

Fucking summer school.

Why, you may ask? And NO, I did not flunk anything. I'm academically capable of practically every subject (well, maybe except for PE), thank you. Thing is, I'm here against my will. Who isn't? I'd rather be lying in my bed all day, watching another episode of Newlyweds, laughing at how Jessica made another obvious statement while eating Teddy Grahams. What could get better than that?!

Ten minutes until classes start.

Great.

Fucking great.

Here we go again. I don't want to be here. I hate being here. I should practically be allergic to this place now. The huge blue buildings, the big red double doors that you have to go through every day, and the four flights of stairs that we have to walk up and down. Just add a white banner and yellow stars and you'll have the American Flag.

Now let's hear a kid saying, "This is my kind of fun!"

I don't think so.

I guess there's no way weaseling out of this, is there?

My parents, perhaps knowing me too well than I think so, stuck me in this. They thought that I needed some sun, that I needed to have people around me (as if I don't have enough when they all crowd around me to tease and laugh), and that I needed to have fun.

Fun.

In here.

It seems impossible.

Is it?

The office had given me my schedule earlier this morning, most likely when I was still half-asleep and looking like I just went to bed five minutes ago. And guess who had carefully handpicked my classes for sweet little me? My mother. Great.

Creative Writing/Advanced English: 8 AM – 9:30 AM
Break: 9:30 AM – 10 AM
Music/Drama: 10:10 AM – 11:45 AM

I think my eyes are about to go upside my head.

Are they crazy?!

I never asked for this. All of this. I can just imagine all the shit that would follow up this summer. It'll be just like school. I swear, this place is evil.

"C'mon, kid, get to walking!" said an elderly man, patting me on the shoulder.

Is it just me or did he just come from out of nowhere?

"Summer school's about to start!" he smiled, ushering me inside the building before turning towards another random student he had just passed by.

I sighed, making my way through the crowd towards my first class. Creative Writing and Advanced English. Room 201. It didn't take me a while since I know this place pretty well, considering I go to school here (one of the things that made it even worse) and that I took history class in here (oh geez, let the spitting memories begin).

Hmm.

Maybe if I stay out here long enough they won't notice me.

"BOO!"

A shout came from the inside of the classroom as a contorted face came into view right in front of me through the small window of the door.

"AUGH! SHIT, WHAT?!"

I jumped from my place, turning quickly around to find a middle-aged man standing right in front of me, obviously the teacher. Great.

Wait. Is he wearing a bow tie?! Who wears --

"Much as I want to tolerate this, I won't have allow any of my students talk like that during class."

But we're not even in class yet! Hell, we're OUTSIDE the classroom!

"Bu –."

"No buts. Get inside," he said calmly.

I sighed, angry at the fact that I still haven't gotten inside the classroom and here I was, making a fool of myself in front of the teacher. I was angry that I was here inside this building, standing in these hallways in which I was proclaimed a dork. I was angry.

I turned the doorknob and with a blank face a walked inside to a room full of students. The teacher passed by me, making his way towards the teacher's table placed in front of the classroom along with desks and computers placed about.

As I sat down in an empty seat, a thought came to my head.

Remember that solution I was telling you about? About me being a dork?

Well, everybody else here must be dorks.

Why?

'Cause they're also here in summer school.

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CC
So there ya have it. I'm not really sure where this is headed, but I have the basic plot line down. Anyways, I'm holdin' a little CC. Of course, I'm going to need girls in the class, sisters for some of the guys, current girlfriends for the guys, and if possible ex-girlfriends. There's a possibility that I might have some eventual slash in this fic, so we'll see. On the other hand, just fill out this form and send me an email to patr1ciaogbinarhotmail.com.

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