A/N-as some of you might have noticed, this story was removed because they
said I wasn't allowed to post lists and announcements. Well, there's
deffly a story down there so I was kinda ticked. Then I gave up FF.net for
lent, so sorry for the delay. I am reposting now, and giving it another
shot. I do still have all the CC's, so don't worry about that. I am
having a little trouble pairing people up cause so many people applied and
there were so many overlappings. I'm trying my best to give people their
choices but for some people, I couldn't. Pie-Eater, Swifty, and Snitch are
all still available. Plus, I might add some guys, so if you wouldn't mind
being with one of my made-ups, please tell me. And please re-review if you
still want to be part of the story. Thanks a ton and sorry for the delay!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Newsies. We all know that. However, I do own Kailila, her mom and her step dad. I also own the plot line. I realize that there are some stories out there that may have similar plot lines at the beginning or what not, but I honestly came up with this all on my own. If your story and my story seem similar in any way I'm positive it's just a coincidence, because before I wrote this story, I had never seen another one like it. If I seem snobbish, sorry, I just felt need to clear that up. That's about it! Enjoy!
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FAIRVIEW ACADEMY
CHAPTER ONE
I used to be a normal girl. The key word there being used to. Right now I am sitting in the back of a limo, yes a limo, with my mom and Greg, heading towards my new school, Fairview Academy. That would be a prep school if you were wondering. And the worst of it is not only do I have to go to school with preps, I have to live with them. Gag me with a spoon.
You see, none of this would have happened if my mom had never met Greg Lakewood. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy, just a little out of the norm. Like $750 million out of the norm. But then my mom had to go and fall in love with him, which I'm surprised at considering the relationship she had with my dad, and get married.
Before you know it, I'm the step-daughter of a multi-millionaire and am being shipped off to boarding school. Somehow, Greg convinced my mother that, and I quote "The academy will be a great place for her. That's where I went to and graduated from. She'll get to meet new people, forge new friendships and get a great education too." However, we all know the real reason why I'm being shipped away is so my mom and him won't have to bother with me. I'm just extra baggage from the first marriage.
Now, I'm not a prep hater. Au contraire, I could be classified as a prep, I was at my old school. However, the preps I will be dealing with now have all been raise with $100,00 pacifiers and their own personal limo's. There's preppy, which is me, and preps, which are them. Of course I can't automatically go with the stereotype that they'll all be snobs and stuck up but I should expect the worst. That way, if it's as I predicted I won't be horrified and if it's better, I'll be happy.
To be completely honest, I'm a little nervous. I mean, I know for sure I'm not going to fit in. Talk about your different life styles. Not only that but it's the middle of the school year. That really pisses me off because I had to leave behind all my friends at my old PUBLIC high school. I miss them already.
I don't belong here. I don't belong in this limo or at the academy. Luckily, no matter how hard my new Aunt Ruby tried to convince me, when we went shopping for new clothes cause even though there is a uniform it only applies to school hours Mon-Thurs, to buy the expensive designer clothes I was able to stick with my Gap, A&E and other stores of that genre. I mean, I love shopping and all but I really don't need a $2,999 purse. And that's just a waste of money.
Outside of the tinted glass window I caught sight of a large, fancy, brick sign that read "Fairview Academy." Alright, we're here. Time for a last minute pep talk from my mom and then it's off into the unknown realm of the prep school...preps.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Newsies. We all know that. However, I do own Kailila, her mom and her step dad. I also own the plot line. I realize that there are some stories out there that may have similar plot lines at the beginning or what not, but I honestly came up with this all on my own. If your story and my story seem similar in any way I'm positive it's just a coincidence, because before I wrote this story, I had never seen another one like it. If I seem snobbish, sorry, I just felt need to clear that up. That's about it! Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
FAIRVIEW ACADEMY
CHAPTER ONE
I used to be a normal girl. The key word there being used to. Right now I am sitting in the back of a limo, yes a limo, with my mom and Greg, heading towards my new school, Fairview Academy. That would be a prep school if you were wondering. And the worst of it is not only do I have to go to school with preps, I have to live with them. Gag me with a spoon.
You see, none of this would have happened if my mom had never met Greg Lakewood. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy, just a little out of the norm. Like $750 million out of the norm. But then my mom had to go and fall in love with him, which I'm surprised at considering the relationship she had with my dad, and get married.
Before you know it, I'm the step-daughter of a multi-millionaire and am being shipped off to boarding school. Somehow, Greg convinced my mother that, and I quote "The academy will be a great place for her. That's where I went to and graduated from. She'll get to meet new people, forge new friendships and get a great education too." However, we all know the real reason why I'm being shipped away is so my mom and him won't have to bother with me. I'm just extra baggage from the first marriage.
Now, I'm not a prep hater. Au contraire, I could be classified as a prep, I was at my old school. However, the preps I will be dealing with now have all been raise with $100,00 pacifiers and their own personal limo's. There's preppy, which is me, and preps, which are them. Of course I can't automatically go with the stereotype that they'll all be snobs and stuck up but I should expect the worst. That way, if it's as I predicted I won't be horrified and if it's better, I'll be happy.
To be completely honest, I'm a little nervous. I mean, I know for sure I'm not going to fit in. Talk about your different life styles. Not only that but it's the middle of the school year. That really pisses me off because I had to leave behind all my friends at my old PUBLIC high school. I miss them already.
I don't belong here. I don't belong in this limo or at the academy. Luckily, no matter how hard my new Aunt Ruby tried to convince me, when we went shopping for new clothes cause even though there is a uniform it only applies to school hours Mon-Thurs, to buy the expensive designer clothes I was able to stick with my Gap, A&E and other stores of that genre. I mean, I love shopping and all but I really don't need a $2,999 purse. And that's just a waste of money.
Outside of the tinted glass window I caught sight of a large, fancy, brick sign that read "Fairview Academy." Alright, we're here. Time for a last minute pep talk from my mom and then it's off into the unknown realm of the prep school...preps.