Here's another chapter for the story, sorry for the delay, you wouldn't believe the trouble it is to get caught up on your sleep and still be awake, but I digress. This chapter is hopefully a little more into the mind of Amy and her journey with the newsies…what a ride.

I own none of the newsies all I own are Amy, Rose and Suze but even they have their own person so…really it's just Amy I think. Have fun on your journey and please keep all hands, fingers, feet and anything of yours inside the car, we will take sharp turns and it would be a pity for you to get hurt along the way, thanks and have a spectacular day.


The room was spinning and as of three minutes ago, I'm deader than late. My eyes glaze over as they flitter around the room, eventually they fall on the source of the fear that's freely flowing throughout my body. Breathing as steady as I can manage I start my long journey towards the boys, who are standing a huge distance of 8 inches away.

"Miss, are you okay?" Racetrack asked. His thick New York accent was heavenly compared to the bland mid western accent that everyone had in my town, well except for the hicks. He look genuinely concerned when he asked the question and I wanted to know why but didn't dare ask, for the pure fact that I still hadn't gotten my voice back. I ran a hand through my hair, sort of straightening it but really just pushing the knots from the top to the bottom.

"What am I going to do, how am I going to explain this? Who's going to believe this? What the hell am I going to do? Think Amy think, think, think!" I said to myself walking back to my bed and covering my face with my hands. The newsies just stood there waiting for me to say something, well something that made sense to them. "Maybe I'm dreaming!" By now I've completely ignored the boys sitting across the room from me but that didn't matter, I had to figure out how they'd gotten here.

"Ma'am," Spot said pinching Jack with his fingers on the arm, causing him to jump and whine slightly towards the shorter boy, "with all do respect, I'm pretty sure we're not a dream." He ran his fingers through his beach of sand on his head moving them away from his blue eyes, warmer than a fire but fiercer than dry ice. Those eyes are two things I could melt into everyday.

"Yeah thanks for that update Spot." I said not looking at him but starring into space. "Well, obviously you guys are a figment of my imagination! Just another random hallucination that I've made myself believe is real." I said getting up and heading to the shower. After combing my hair out and putting my clothes on I walked back out into the room to find the boys just as I'd left them. "Okay, maybe not a hallucination." I said putting the towel and pj's in the hamper and walking across to the desk.

I flipped on the screen and prayed with all my might that either Rose or Suze was on, but unfortunately it didn't appear that either one was. "Sure the one time I need you to be on you're not!" I yelled at the screen. It wasn't like them to not get on; the internet was nearly their life, well Suze's life anyway. Oh I was gonna kill her when I saw her next, which would be in like twenty minutes. "Okay, I can do this, I can do this. I can't do this!"

"Um, sorry to interrupt your little rant but who are you, you definitely aren't from New York." Skittery said with a rye smile that made me crack up on the inside, leave it to the "one scene emo" to make me laugh. Finally making up my mind I re-crossed the room and walked straight up to the newsies holding my hand out with an air confidence, which didn't exist in my body.

"My name's Amy," I said answering someone's earlier question and offering my hand to each of the newsies. Racetrack looked at me like I was crazy before putting his hand into mind, spit free thank god, and allowed me to shake hands with him. A smile took over my face as it never occurred to me that the newsies normally greeted each other with a spit shake and not a hand shake, come to think of it I didn't greet anyone with a hand shake. "So if you don't mind my asking, why are you guys here?" I asked before they had a chance to object.

"To be quite honest ma'am, I'm not too sure." Jack said with a sad look in his face. There was a slight pitiful look in his room like a lost boy from Peter Pan or some movie like that. I couldn't help but think of all the things I wanted to do with the newsies but the overly shrill voice of my mother brought me once again back to reality.

"Oh shit!" I hissed and grabbed my backpack. Turning back to where the five newsies stood it finally caught up with me that I needed to figure out what I was going to do with them today. "Uh…who's ever been to school?" I asked generically. No one raised their hands which didn't surprise me. Grabbing notebooks and pencils I started shooing them out the door towards the stairs and the rest of the world.


It had rained all that morning and we were having band in the high school today which was wonderful seeing as I still had to figure out what to do with these newsies, for at least the school day. As I walked up the stairs with the newsies right behind me, ooh-ing and awe-ing at everything they saw. To be honest it was a little scary at how much they were talking and gasping whenever something new happened. Up the hallway I could hear Suze jabbering on about something, what she was talking about I couldn't even begin to tell you because, as usual, she was jabbering in French.

"Oh mon dieu! Je ne peux pas croire ma mère dite que je ne pourrais pas aller en France cet été, vous sais ce que ceci va faire à moi ?!" she said to no one in particular, probably her locker or maybe even her mirror, I could swear that sometimes she was worse than Sharpay and she wasn't even real. Before I even walked close enough to see her clearly I spotted that she was wearing the one thing that was going to be the hardest to explain to the guys, her newsies costume, oh goodie.

"What's wrong Suze?" I asked still shivering from the pouring rain that had soaked me to the skin, despite the umbrella and coat that covered me. My dirty blonde hair clung to my head around my dark near black chocolate brown eyes. Looking up she viewed my gorgeous drowned rat appearance and sighed before running up to me and crying, as she had before in French.

"Oh mon dieu! Je ne peux pas croire ma mère dite que je ne pourrais pas aller en France cet été, vous sais ce que ceci va faire à moi ?! Is that not fair or what?" she asked and paused. The entire time she'd been talking I'd been standing there just nodding away as if I knew what she was saying and before I knew it there was more talking which made me think, 'oh god more French!' To my surprise it was a simple, "you didn't hear a word I said did you?"

"No I heard it but hearing and understanding are two different things, look them up in the dictionary." She smiled at my true integrity of being a sarcastic smart ass. "So…what were you saying?" I asked my curiosity utterly and completely whetted by her French shricking.

"My mom won't let me go to France this summer like she promised, she said I need to be 'more American.' How much more American can I get, I live here!" she cried making it out for her to be the poor deprived child. Suze's whining fits were the high of the day and seeing as it was before first hour had even started I knew that the day was going to go down hill fast.

"Yeah, that's horrid, I'd hate it too if my mom said I couldn't go to France for the summer." I said in a mocking tone opening my locker and pretending not to notice the five wet newsies standing beside me. This is one thing I loved about Suze, if she was worked up about anything she never saw what was in front of her. "So you remember our conversation last night?"

"Yeah what about it, did your parents get you a Porsche?" she asked running her bony fingers through her hair.

"Oh I didn't tell you, James Issac's moved in yesterday, and here I thought that I'd invited you over."

"Oh haha, very funny, so what's really going on? Did your parents get you something or what?"

"Guys this is Suze, Suze this is Jack, Racetrack, Skittery, Spot and…" I attempted but was cut off by a chorus of: "EECKKKKKKK!!!!" and "AHHHHHH!!!!" In the excitement of the meeting Suze had screeched louder than anything I've ever heard, probably like a fingernail down the chalk board, and Mush, poor, poor Mush had cried out in fear as she clung to his arm with a goofy little smile on her face, oh the wonders of Suze.

"When did they get here?" she nearly spat at me not daring to let go of Mush's arm.

"How do I get her off?" Mush asked as the others sort of hid behind me, great they were chicken but I guess I can give it to them, after all they were in a different time period.

"Just relax she'll be fine after a couple of minutes but just to be on the safe side, don't and I repeat DON'T take your shirt off in front of her ever, she'll get twenty thousand times worse." I said closing my locker holding my rather wet Trig book and a notebook that for some reason was the driest thing I had that day. "And Suze, they got here yesterday after you went and wished on a star, thanks."

"So why did they got to your house and not mine?"

"I don't know, I don't know why they're here and I don't know how they'll go back."

"Do I have to send him back?"

"Suzette Marie..."

"Hey! Don't even go there besides he's mom petit chou."

"I'm a what?!"

"I'm not too sure, something about wanting a salad of cabbage I think?" I said more out of a guess than any really knowledge, all I knew what that chou meant cabbage which is what I was going off of. Mush's face drained of all little color it still had leaving him whiter than a white shirt under a black light. Suze glared at me with an ever loving passion to hurt me even though I knew she wouldn't, if anything I'd hurt her first.

"I said he's my little cabbage, it's a pet name."

"If your pet is edible." I added in an under tone. "Anyway Suze I need your help, where's Rose?" On cue she walked up behind me and freaked me out like always, darn the sneaky! "Good lord do you ever make sound?"

"No I'm pretty sure I don't." she said looking at the newsies giving me a strange look and then looking to Suze and her "little cabbage" and rolled her eyes.

"I have five newsies and I have no idea where to put them, take them or do with them. I can't take them all to my classes that would look way too weird! I sort of need your help guys, we could split them up and take them all to different classes that way it wouldn't be as weird for one of us." I said hoping that at least Suze would take Mush and maybe someone else so that I didn't have five with me, two or three would've been fine but five that's near murder.

"I call Mush!" Suze cried clinging closer to the poor boy who quivered in fear causing Rose and I to laugh.

"I'll take blondie and stretch over there." Rose said pointing to Jack and Skittery as she spoke. Rose was never one for learning names before choosing a team or something but she was one to hold a hateful grudge and as of three weeks ago she had one with poor Jack Kelly. For a moment I felt a pang of sorrow for young Jack Kelly before I finally snapped out of it with a slightly laugh and a scoff before looking to Racetrack and Spot, the two newsies who hadn't been picked. It was as if they were the last ones in gym that were pitiful when not picked that I actually felt bad for them but then again they were cute when pitiful.

"Well, come on then we're off to band." I told them and turning on my heel causing myself to head towards a different wing of school. As they followed Rose and her group mixed with us as she and I had the same class, I heard Mush circumspectly pose a question.

"So what class are we going to?"

"Drama!" Suze cried being a huge drama freak. She pulled his arm and began the short journey, Mush in two, upstairs to the beloved drama room. My heart felt for Mush and it was then that it hit me, I had five newsies to take care of, boy this wasn't going to be easy.


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