Blitz
THIS STORY WAS PREVIOUSLY WRITTEN UNDER THE NAME HOTSPOTSLINGSHOT I AM NOW SHEEPSHEAD-JOCKEY-4, BUT STILL GO BY BLITZ, YODA, RD-JOEY, JOEY, GINA, GOLLUM, G-DAWGG, AND MANNY MORE. SO JUST CALL ME RANDOM I GUESS, BUT YES THIS IS THE SAME
A/n:
this is my VERY FIRST Newsies story…I'm seeing a new trend of "Newsies-thrown-into-the-future" stories, and I thought I would try…Welcome to my life!!! (well, not REALLY my life, cuz newsies would never come in it, and its too boring to document, but welcome to a life loosely based on my life.)I do not own newsies but I do own SHG, Myself, and all my friends for the purpose of this story. Please do not sue me.
THIS STORY WAS PREVIOUSLY DELETED…CC is closed forever xCtear
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This is in my point of view (me being Gina). I'm a 15 year old sophomore and I live in Springfield, Illinois.
"Cant you drive any faster?!?" I said, exasperated. I mean, I know my sister just got her license last week, but you'd think she could at least drive the speed limit by now. Mrs. Grundel would kill me if I showed up late for her class…again.
"Gina, I just got my license! I'm NOT getting' grounded for speeding tickets this early!"
"Damn you Lisa! I'm gunnna sooo get detention!"
"Your problem, sis, not mine. We're almost there, just hold your horses!"
"We are not almost there, we just left!" I gulped down the rest of my breakfast-smoothie-energy-drink…thing. The clock on the dashboard said 7:40. Final bell rings at 8:00, but it takes a good 20, 25 minutes to get from my house, to Sacred Heart-Griffin High School. Yes, a Catholic school. With ugly uniforms. "Lisa, you're making a wrong turn!" I cried.
"Will you shut up? I know what I'm duin!" she snapped. Great. I'm gunna be even later, because were gunna get lost! Lisa wasn't the most umm…direction-savvy person. A few minutes later, she yelled defiantly--
"OH, WHAT NOW?!?"
"What the--?!" I looked at the clock. 7:45. I looked outside. SHG junior's parking lot. I looked at my sister. She wore a huge smile and an 'I told ya so' look in her eyes.
"Short cut! HAH!" she laughed. "You're welcome," she added, before I could stammer my thanks.
"Meet me in D.H. after school, ok?" I said. D.H. is the music dept. at SHG. My sister and I are both 'theatre-heads', I guess you could say. D.H. is where we hang out after school and talk to the rest of our "musically inclined" friends.
"K'" she said.
I jumped out of Lisa's Tahoe. (let me explain something. My family is not nearly rich enough for each member to own their own car. We barely make enough to pay tuition at a private high school. That is why when my sister and me were, say, five and six years old? We decided to make a "Gotta-Get-A-Car-As-Soon-As-I-Turn-16-Fund." We both had enough bucks to get pretty cool cars in our eyes this past summer. Lisa bought a Tahoe for cheap off my cousin BIG Truck and I found an itty bitty used Mazda MX3 lil' sportscar. Actually, the cars fit us pretty well. Lisa is tall, and outgoing. I'm about 5'1 and kinda shy. I won't be able to drive it till NEXT summer though, when I get my license.)
When I reached my locker in the basement floor, I was panting a little. SHG has A LOT of stairs!
"Well, well, well, a little out of shape, are we?" I heard a voice taunting in my ear. "Not late today?"
"Char!" I squealed, and wheeled around to face my best "guy" friend ever. "Lisa found a shortcut!" I answered to his previous question. Char wasn't his real name, that being Andrew Bartel, but I nicknamed him Char for his "Prince Charming" attitude.
"Hey Blitz, I gotsta run, but Victoria wanted to see you, something about Voice lessons, I think."
"Otay…bye Char!" I called after him as he sprinted away towards the stair.
When I finished storing books in my locker, I walked around the corner, headed for Victoria Adam's locker, when I crashed full-on into someone a foot taller than me with short brown hair…"Tory!"
"Oh, I was looking for you! —"
"Yea, so I've heard—" I interrupted.
"—Listen," she continued, "Will you PLEASE come down do D.H. with me? I really need to talk to Danner, my mom finally said I could take Voice, and I gotta sign up right away so I can fix my schedule…"
"Sure I'll come! As long as I'm not late for Algebra again…" I replied.
"Great! Let's go then!" she said happily. Tory was a very bouncy person, and a 'theatre-head' like myself. I nicknamed her Dramedy (as in Drama/Comedy) because she's obsessed with acting, singing, dancing …the works. In return, she nicknamed me Blitz, referring to me running fast, eating fast, talking fast, reading fast, but mostly for my playing the piano super-fast. The rest of my friends adopted the name too.
We walked the halls quickly to D.H., winding through the maze of students gathered in the commons-area. Mrs. Danner, head of the Music Department, had an office located at the entrance to D.H., but when we arrived, the door was locked and a sign posted on it read: I'm Very sorry, but I won't be at SHG until 3:00 today, I'm attending a convention in Bloomington, Illinois. Love, Danner.
"Ohhh…damn!" I said. "We'll just have to come back later I guess,"
"Yea,--" she started, but was interrupted by a loud
# CRASH # !!!
Followed by exclamations like,
"OUCH!", and
"GETOFF ME!", and
"MY GOD, WHERE ARE WE!?",
Followed by a stream of swearwords not usually shouted in the middle of a hallway at a Catholic school. Curiosity got the better of Victoria and me. We both peered around the corner where the noise was coming from…I saw…wait a minute…
"Holy shit!" Victoria shouted.
A/n:
and so, that is the prologue! Tell me what you think! REVIEW!Casting call is forever closed for this story for fear of re-deletion. BUT if you reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally wanna be in a story of mine, im currently working on two, "Together in Santa Fe" (a Newsies version of the fox cartoon Anastasia songs and all!…but with…well…..real..people….that…like….arent cartoons. and stuff. yea)
and also look for "Enter" which may also be untitled, depending of my POV situation. (this ones like a sequel to Newsies, but with a girl with a tragic past, and you see a VERY different side of the toughest Newsie.)
soo lookout, and if you want to know what types of characters I need, email me at RacetracksDealer at yahoo.
Love Blitz
