Disclaimer—I don't own Newsies, nor any other Media references I may make.
I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) please R&R!
A/n: before posting this chapter my mom, sister and I were eating lunch and my mom said 'who asked you?' That started my sister and I on singing Carryin' the Banner and I was still singing it until a minute ago when the song ended. My mom just rolled her eyes and muttered something along the lines of 'Newsies' under her breath.
Then Alex made me go for a run.
Alex- no I didn't.
Buttons- yes, yes you did. After tennis and everything. Stupid active you.
Alex- :P
Shoutouts:
Jacky Higgins- yay! A new reviewer! I love Newsies and Shakespeare (obviously). But my favourite Shakespeare play if The Taming of the Shrew. Did you know that people have assumptions that Shakespeare was gay? Well, bisexual. Read Sonnet 20.
Almatari_of_Adra- stop pretending to be psychic! You only know because you peeked!
(Still Thursday)
~Racetrack's PoV~
"Hello?" I dropped my bag to the marble floor. "Mom?" I shut the French doors behind me.
"I'm in the kitchen honey!"
I flinched, we must have company: she never calls me 'honey' otherwise.
Sitting at the kitchen table was my mom, another very Italian looking woman, and a kid who looked about my age. They were drinking tea and eating little sandwiches. I felt like yelling 'TEA TIME!'
"Anthony," her smile wavered when she saw my ripped jeans and un-tucked band t-shirt, "this is Maria Tadesco. She's my best friend from collage."
What's this? My mom had friends? My mom went to collage?
'And this is her son, Vincent."
The kid looked up at me, all curly-haired, wearing a button-up shirt like a big boy.
"Oh. Hi." Smooth move Race.
'So, Anthony, your mother tells me you're seventeen! Vincent is seventeen!" Wow, this woman his painted-on eyebrows. "He'll be going to your school, maybe you could show him around, be his friend........." No-Eyebrow Woman speaks!
"Uh, sure, that sounds good. I'd be happy to show Vincent around."
"How about you show him your room sweetie. Let Maria and I talk about grown- up stuff."
"OK." Now this was demeaning, grown-up stuff? I'm seventeen for Christ's sake. "Follow me."
He stood up slowly and followed me up the stairs.
"You like Metallica?" He eyed my t-shirt.
Flip: defensive mode ACTIVATE! "Yeah, so?"
He grinned, "Do you own St Anger? I love that album!"
I opened the door to my room, a shrine to all that is heavy metal.
"Oh." He spotted the multiple Metallica posters. "I guess you do."
"Vincent," I stressed his name, "no offence, but do you have a nickname or anything? Vincent is so.........uptight."
He laughed, "My friends called me 'Itey'."
I looked him over; he really did look very Italian. "That's.........original. I'm Racetrack."
He smiled, "you don't have to show me around school tomorrow if you don't want. I can make due."
"It's no problem. Just promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
"You won't wear a button-up shirt."
"Done."
~Crutchy's PoV~
You don't know how hard it is to avoid Skittery. I swear the guy's got radar or something.
I can't tell you how many people I've bumped into or jostled to get away from him. It's just that he keeps asking questions. 'Where are they buried? How old were they? How old were you?' etc, etc. The kid's like the friggin Energizer Bunny. He keeps going, and going, and going.
I'm not a hostile person by nature but I really wanted to slap him when he asked about my parents. 'It's none of your fucking business Skittery!' you think that after 15 years without them I'd have made up a visible story to how they died and all, I guess I never got around to it.
If you did the math you'd know that they left when I was two and I probably can't remember them. And I can't. So I don't really miss my parents but I do miss the idea of parents.
I've never seen pictures of them either. I don't know where they're from, where they met, how old they were, when they got married, where I was born, I could have been born out of wedlock and I don't even know about it! Uncle Kloppman has stripped the house of anything parent-related. It's like living in rehab. I'm a friggin rehab kid.
Hmmm.........here's the new and official story, Uncle Kloppman's is a low- security rehab centre for kids whose parents have driven them to the brink of insanity.
His current patient is me.
A/n: that has to be my favourite chapter so far. Mostly because of my Itey. I love Itey ^^. Keep R&Ring please. I get very happy when people review. Happy Easter Vacation!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) please R&R!
A/n: before posting this chapter my mom, sister and I were eating lunch and my mom said 'who asked you?' That started my sister and I on singing Carryin' the Banner and I was still singing it until a minute ago when the song ended. My mom just rolled her eyes and muttered something along the lines of 'Newsies' under her breath.
Then Alex made me go for a run.
Alex- no I didn't.
Buttons- yes, yes you did. After tennis and everything. Stupid active you.
Alex- :P
Shoutouts:
Jacky Higgins- yay! A new reviewer! I love Newsies and Shakespeare (obviously). But my favourite Shakespeare play if The Taming of the Shrew. Did you know that people have assumptions that Shakespeare was gay? Well, bisexual. Read Sonnet 20.
Almatari_of_Adra- stop pretending to be psychic! You only know because you peeked!
(Still Thursday)
~Racetrack's PoV~
"Hello?" I dropped my bag to the marble floor. "Mom?" I shut the French doors behind me.
"I'm in the kitchen honey!"
I flinched, we must have company: she never calls me 'honey' otherwise.
Sitting at the kitchen table was my mom, another very Italian looking woman, and a kid who looked about my age. They were drinking tea and eating little sandwiches. I felt like yelling 'TEA TIME!'
"Anthony," her smile wavered when she saw my ripped jeans and un-tucked band t-shirt, "this is Maria Tadesco. She's my best friend from collage."
What's this? My mom had friends? My mom went to collage?
'And this is her son, Vincent."
The kid looked up at me, all curly-haired, wearing a button-up shirt like a big boy.
"Oh. Hi." Smooth move Race.
'So, Anthony, your mother tells me you're seventeen! Vincent is seventeen!" Wow, this woman his painted-on eyebrows. "He'll be going to your school, maybe you could show him around, be his friend........." No-Eyebrow Woman speaks!
"Uh, sure, that sounds good. I'd be happy to show Vincent around."
"How about you show him your room sweetie. Let Maria and I talk about grown- up stuff."
"OK." Now this was demeaning, grown-up stuff? I'm seventeen for Christ's sake. "Follow me."
He stood up slowly and followed me up the stairs.
"You like Metallica?" He eyed my t-shirt.
Flip: defensive mode ACTIVATE! "Yeah, so?"
He grinned, "Do you own St Anger? I love that album!"
I opened the door to my room, a shrine to all that is heavy metal.
"Oh." He spotted the multiple Metallica posters. "I guess you do."
"Vincent," I stressed his name, "no offence, but do you have a nickname or anything? Vincent is so.........uptight."
He laughed, "My friends called me 'Itey'."
I looked him over; he really did look very Italian. "That's.........original. I'm Racetrack."
He smiled, "you don't have to show me around school tomorrow if you don't want. I can make due."
"It's no problem. Just promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
"You won't wear a button-up shirt."
"Done."
~Crutchy's PoV~
You don't know how hard it is to avoid Skittery. I swear the guy's got radar or something.
I can't tell you how many people I've bumped into or jostled to get away from him. It's just that he keeps asking questions. 'Where are they buried? How old were they? How old were you?' etc, etc. The kid's like the friggin Energizer Bunny. He keeps going, and going, and going.
I'm not a hostile person by nature but I really wanted to slap him when he asked about my parents. 'It's none of your fucking business Skittery!' you think that after 15 years without them I'd have made up a visible story to how they died and all, I guess I never got around to it.
If you did the math you'd know that they left when I was two and I probably can't remember them. And I can't. So I don't really miss my parents but I do miss the idea of parents.
I've never seen pictures of them either. I don't know where they're from, where they met, how old they were, when they got married, where I was born, I could have been born out of wedlock and I don't even know about it! Uncle Kloppman has stripped the house of anything parent-related. It's like living in rehab. I'm a friggin rehab kid.
Hmmm.........here's the new and official story, Uncle Kloppman's is a low- security rehab centre for kids whose parents have driven them to the brink of insanity.
His current patient is me.
A/n: that has to be my favourite chapter so far. Mostly because of my Itey. I love Itey ^^. Keep R&Ring please. I get very happy when people review. Happy Easter Vacation!