[Disclaimer] Don't own Newsies, but I do own Kyriel. Ershey, Randy, Alexia, Dewey, and Erin belong to Ershey, Fighter, Aznkimmi, Morning Dew, and Zippy respectively.

'Allo! Kyriel here with another fic! Whoo, thanks to Ershey, Striker, Dewey, Fighter, and Zippy for letting me use their characters! Well, onto the fic!

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Ershey's POV

"Excuse me! 'Scuse… Ack! I'm sorry! Excuse me!" Honestly, don't people have manners? After tripping over an abandoned stroller, I finally make it outside into the bus arrival area of the airport. After fixing my disheveled, wavy brown hair, I smooth out the small red sticker on my brown jacket that reads 'Hello! My name is Ershey.' Looking around, I realize that, oddly enough, I am the first person to arrive at the bus stop. I say oddly, because I'm usually the person you're waiting for. I smirk. It felt good to be first.

Hearing the airport doors slide open, I glance behind me quickly as a guy about my age strolls out. He was pretty cute. He had brown hair like mine, only his was curly. He was tall too. Definitely someone I could see myself with. Too bad I'm too shy to walk over there and say 'hi'. It's not like I have a reason too, anyway. 'Hi! I'm a complete stranger who thinks you're hot. Date me?' Yeah, right. I glance over at him again. He seems to be waiting for something. What's that on his shirt?

"Hey!" I exclaim, pointing at the boy, who is now staring at me oddly, "You're one of the twelve students staying here for a year, aren't you?" He smiled friendlily at me.

"Yeah, I am!" he replied, grinning, "Are you? Well, obviously you are. You have a nametag, too!" He pointed at my nametag in the same way I had pointed at his. "Ershey, huh? That's an interesting name." Interesting? Is that bad or good?

"Well, it's just a nickname," I reply, smirking, "My real name's Trish. Trish Williams." I held out my hand for him to shake.

"Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking my hand, "I'm Aaron Raymond." Aaron Raymond? Wasn't that two first names?

"Nice to meet you, too," I said, letting go of his hand, "So, you got a nickname? It's kind of hard to shorten 'Aaron'."

"Just call me Mush." Mush?! Must… not… laugh…

Before our conversation could grow, the sliding doors opened again, revealing another guy and a girl. Their nametags read 'Michael' and 'Kyriel'.

"Is this where we're supposed to meet everyone?" I heard Kyriel ask. Her hair was jet-black and so were her eyes. Was that even natural? Michael nodded, looking around. These two looked like they already knew each other. By that, I mean they look like they could have been going out. I shook my head. That, of course, is impossible because none of us are supposed to have known each other before. I put on a friendly smile and waved at the two.

"Hi!" I said, grabbing their attentions, "You two part of the twelve students staying in New York for a year?" Damn, that was a lot to say each time someone walked through the doors. Michael and Kyriel nodded and walked over to me and Mush, smiling.

"Thank god!" Kyriel exclaimed, "I was beginning to think we were lost."

"If you had taken that left turn back at baggage claim, we would be," said Michael. Wow. They even acted like a couple. I just had to ask, but Mush beat me to it.

"Have you two met before?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at them. Michael and Kyriel glanced at each other, then shook their heads.

"Unless you count meeting on the plane, no, we haven't met," Michael replied.

"Aren't we all not supposed to have met?" Kyriel asked, "That was the whole point of this little 'project'." She shot air quotes at all of us.

"Plane trips make her just a little moody," Michael commented.

"How would you know?" I asked, skeptically. Ah-HA! Cheaters! They have met!

"I had to sit next to her throughout the whole plane ride." Oh.

A whooshing noise told us that the sliding doors had opened again. We all turned and saw two girls, and a guy, all wearing nametags as well, walk out. The guy was holding a small ice-pack on his left eye. Ack, he must have gotten into a fight with someone. Poor guy.

"Are you okay, er, Gabriel?" I asked, reading his nametag and walking over to him. He pulled the ice-pack away from his eye, revealing a purple bruise underneath it.

"She fuckin' hit me!" he exclaimed, glaring at the girl next to him. She was shorter than I was and had wavy blonde hair with chocolate brown highlights, and her nametag read 'Randy'. She was glaring just as menacingly back at Gabriel.

"Well, it was your fault in the first place!" she shouted. Gabriel's eyes widened.

"MY fault? All I did was call you 'girl'!"

"Exactly!"

"…What?" Randy crossed her arms over her chest and didn't respond. I watched Gabriel roll his eyes before turning my attention to the dark haired girl beside the two. She looked Asian. Was she Asian? I think she's Asian. Yeah, Chinese. Awesome.

"Hey there!" I said waving at the girl. Well, now, wasn't I just the happiest welcome wagon today? She jumped, startled that I was talking to her. Her shyness faded away as soon as she realized I wasn't going to bite her and she smiled and waved back. I trotted over to her.

"I'm Ershey," I said, introducing myself, "And you are… Alexia! Ooh, pretty name."

"Thanks!" she replied, grinning proudly. Oh, she's cute. Yes. People will definitely love her. "Your name's pretty cool. Ershey… reminds me of chocolate." She likes my name! Muahaha. The sliding doors opened again, but this time only one person came out. He looked Chinese, too, was tall and had dark hair like Alexia's. Awesome. I walked over to him, smiling.

"Hello!" I said, waving, "I'm Ershey and you're… Kevin! Nice to meet you!" I think he thinks I'm weird. He gave me an odd look before forcing out a smile and shaking my hand. He must be shy. Leaving him to mingle with Alexia, Gabriel, and Randy, I walked back over to Mush, Michael, and Kyriel.

"Well," I said, running a hand through my hair, "That's eight of us."

"Where are the other four?" Kyriel asked.

"Right here." came a voice from behind us. We turned around and saw two more guys and two more girls standing behind us. By reading their nametags, I discovered that their names were Erin, Lillian, Lucas, and Trey. I didn't have time to greet the four before a black bus pulled up next to the sidewalk we were standing on. The doors opened, and a short woman, wearing a business suit and a friendly smile stepped out.

"Well, you must be the twelve students staying here for a year." How come it didn't sound as stupid when she said it? "So, if you'll all just follow me onto the bus, we'll get you to the house faster than you can say 'move it'!" Move it. Okay, didn't work.

We all filed onto the bus while the woman counted to make sure we were all there. I took a seat next to Kyriel as the last person, Kevin, got onto the bus and the door closed.

"Well, now," the woman began again, once the bus had started moving, "Why don't you all introduce yourselves? I mean, you're going to live with each other, you might as well get to know each other!" She chuckled. I actually didn't think that 'joke' was too funny. "So," she continued, smiling, "Why don't you all state your name, age, where you're from, and what sorts of things you like? Starting with you." She looked at me. Darn you, Ersh, for sitting at the end. I cleared my throat.

"Hello!" I said, smiling, "Uh… I'm Trish Williams but you can all call me Ershey. Actually, I'd prefer if you'd call me Ershey. Anyway, I'm eighteen years old and I'm from Washington state. I like to sing, dance, write, read, watch movies, and listen to music, I guess. Yeah, that's it." Hm, not bad Ersh. That could have gone worse. Next to me, Kyriel fidgeted.

"Hi!" she said, waving at everyone and making eye contact, "I'm Kyriel Delson, and I don't have a really cool nickname, like Ersh, here," she nudged me, "but you can call me Ky, or Kyri or whatever. I'm eighteen, too, and I'm from Honolulu, Hawaii. I like singing, writing, acting, listening to music, watching movies—."

"Are you and Ershey the same person?" Trey asked, smirking. I laughed and so did Kyriel. It was just then that I noticed that Trey's left eye was covered with an eye-patch. I guess I never got a good look at him before. I wonder why he has to wear it.

"And I like rain," Kyriel finished. Rain? I don't like rain. Well, there's one difference. I looked over to the person next to Kyriel – Michael. Hm, figures.

"Hi," said Michael in a less enthusiastic tone than mine and Kyriel's, "I'm Michael Reeves and I guess you can say my nickname is Skittery. No one calls me that anymore, though, so I don't really expect you to. I'm nineteen and I'm from Los Angeles, California. I like… lots of stuff. Yeah, okay, who's next?"

"Me," said Gabriel, who had put the ice-pack away, "I'm Gabriel Lawson, but just call me Gabe or Spot, and I'm from Germany. I'm not full German, though, just half. My dad's American. Anyway, I'm eighteen and I like sports, and girls of course." He flashed all the girls a smirk. I rolled my eyes. Give me a break.

"My turn!," exclaimed Lillian, jumping up, "I'm Lillian Rembrandt, but I like to go by Dewey, so just call me that. I'm eighteen and I'm part German, too! I live in Ireland though, so that's where I'm from. I like talking, socializing, and joking around with people. You can say I'm a real people person." Ooh, I like her.

"Alright, I'm next," said Trey, clearing his throat, "I'm Trey Hunter, but just call me Blink, alright?"

"Why Blink?" asked Alexia. Blink chuckled and pointed at his eye-patch.

"That's a little obvious, don't you think?" he smirked and continued, "Anyway, I'm nineteen and from France, the country of love!" He put on a devilish smile and wiggled his eyebrows at me and the other girls, causing us to laugh. "I spent a couple years in the United States when I was kid which is why I don't have a French accent. But you guys don't care! Anyway, I like making new friends, laughing, telling jokes, and making other people laugh." Boy, that wasn't obvious.

"Guess I'm next," said Mush. I know that if I hadn't been sitting with everyone, I'd be grinning like a fool. "My name's Aaron Raymond and—."

"Aaron Raymond?" said Kyriel, arching an eyebrow, "Isn't that two first names?" She IS me.

"You could say that," Mush said, laughing. Good personality. Hooray! "Anyway, I like to be called Mush and I'm eighteen. I like movies, music, er, and other things average teenagers like. Oh! And I'm from Spain." Ooh, Spain! Hey, I know Spanish. You know he'd probably tease me because I can't speak it too well. Oh, well. He turned and poked Randy. "Your turn."

"I'm Randy Peterson," Randy said in monotone, "I'm eighteen and people back home in New York used to call me Fighter, and I'm sure you'll all find out why soon enough. Of course, there's already one of us who knows the reason." She smirked at Gabriel who shot her a glare. "Anyway, I like to fight, read, and write."

"Who's next?" asked Lucas, looking around, "Oh, alright, I'll go next."

And so it went on like that until everyone was finished introducing themselves. I learned that Lucas was from Florida and loved to pull pranks on people. Note to self: Be careful around him. I'd rather not sit on a whoopee cushion without knowing it. Actually, I'd rather not sit on a whoopee cushion at all.

Erin was from Ireland and seemed like a really good listener. She seems like she has a sort of 'bad girl' attitude about her. She and Randy would definitely get along.

Alexia was all I thought she would be – a bit on the quiet side, but with a loud personality once you got to know her. I love her accent, too! She's from London.

Kevin didn't really talk much. He seems like a quiet person, a person you'd have to pull out of their shell. All we got out of him was his full name, Kevin Owen, and where he was from, Italy.

Now, I know it's bad to judge, but I can already see what 'groups' were forming. It would be me, Mush, Kyriel, Michael, and Alexia in one group while Randy, Gabriel, Erin, Lucas, and Dewey were in another. I saw Blink as sort of the person who everyone loved, therefore he wasn't in a specific group. Kevin… I don't know, he'd just have to choose for himself, for now.

"We're here!" said the woman, interrupting my thoughts as the bus stopped. You know, she never did give us her name. "All your bags and other belongings have been taken into the house from the airport already. I'll leave it to all of you to choose rooms and everything. So, welcome to your new home!"

I stood up and walked off the bus, staring up at the house that would be my home for the next year.

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Well, there's chapter one! I plan on having a different character's point of view for each chapter. I decided to start off with Ershey since it was her birthday yesterday! :D Review, and Skittery will tap dance for you! [Skittery: WHAT?!]