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?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Strawberri Shake- here's the good part about CAMP...they're all GAY!!! All of them!!! Seriously! Well, except Vlad, but he doesn't count. And they mention Fame in CAMP. And didn't I mention that there were no women actors in Shakespeare's times? Oh, yes, in chapter 1.
Sloane Miette- fine, Friday s are weekends. I get him Monday through Thursday than? Good, we are in agreement. Virtual handshake. CAMP rocks!!! I've already written my CAMP fiction, but I can't post it. Too bad, that.
(Still Monday)
~Spot's PoV~
"Hi Mrs Armstrong."
"Just a minute Simon. I'll get Julie for you."
She left me standing in the hallway. I felt it fit to rock back and forth on the balls of my feet and whistle. So I did.
"What are you doing?" Sprinter appeared at the top of the steps.
I grinned, "pulling a Mickey Mouse. You know, Steamboat Willie or whatever."
She laughed, tossing her long, blonde, ringletted hair over her shoulder.
"Are we ready to go?" I checked my watch.
"Sure!" she bounced down the steps, "bye Mom! Bye Daddy!" Sprinter grabbed her purse and whipped on her jacket.
We piled into my car. Sprinter bubbled on for a while. I nodded and smiled, though—don't tell her this—I didn't really hear a word she said.
"So I had track practice this morning. Coach Snyder thinks I'm in the running for the 800-metre—pardon the pun." She laughed at her own joke.
"Mmm-hmm........."
"Anyways, I noticed you've been hanging out with a new guy. Who is he?" she flipped her hair again. Sprinter smells a lot like strawberries. Almost sickeningly so, maybe she was wearing some sort of strawberry perfume, or using strawberry conditioner.
"His name's Skittery. I'm just helping him out."
"No, Spot, not again. You get no gratitude from helping these people. Why do you bother trying? Don't you get tired of people ditching you as soon as they get what they want?"
Sprinter doesn't understand. I like helping people and at least I know that my real friends won't get up and desert me. That's Boots and 'Pie Eater'.........and maybe Skittery now. I don't really know, but he seems genuine enough.
"Sprinter," I raised my eyebrows warningly, she knows how I feel about her bashing what I did.
"I'm sorry Spot. I'm sorry, you know I love you." She smiled sweetly and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
"I love you too Sprinter. I know you only mean well, but I can choose to do what I think is right, OK?"
She looked a little sad and nodded meekly. I felt really evil, like I was telling her how to feel or act, but soon she shook it off and went back to tell me about the state track meet next week. Though I only feigned interest I'm still convinced that I have a near perfect life.
A/n: OK, this author's note has absolutely NOTHING to do with this chapter. It was just funny.
My sister was taking a social studies test and one of the questions was:
Every citizen of Canada has the right to vote in a...
The correct answer is 'free election'.
Her answer was 'voting booth'.
It really was very funny. Unfortunately she didn't get the mark.
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?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Strawberri Shake- here's the good part about CAMP...they're all GAY!!! All of them!!! Seriously! Well, except Vlad, but he doesn't count. And they mention Fame in CAMP. And didn't I mention that there were no women actors in Shakespeare's times? Oh, yes, in chapter 1.
Sloane Miette- fine, Friday s are weekends. I get him Monday through Thursday than? Good, we are in agreement. Virtual handshake. CAMP rocks!!! I've already written my CAMP fiction, but I can't post it. Too bad, that.
(Still Monday)
~Spot's PoV~
"Hi Mrs Armstrong."
"Just a minute Simon. I'll get Julie for you."
She left me standing in the hallway. I felt it fit to rock back and forth on the balls of my feet and whistle. So I did.
"What are you doing?" Sprinter appeared at the top of the steps.
I grinned, "pulling a Mickey Mouse. You know, Steamboat Willie or whatever."
She laughed, tossing her long, blonde, ringletted hair over her shoulder.
"Are we ready to go?" I checked my watch.
"Sure!" she bounced down the steps, "bye Mom! Bye Daddy!" Sprinter grabbed her purse and whipped on her jacket.
We piled into my car. Sprinter bubbled on for a while. I nodded and smiled, though—don't tell her this—I didn't really hear a word she said.
"So I had track practice this morning. Coach Snyder thinks I'm in the running for the 800-metre—pardon the pun." She laughed at her own joke.
"Mmm-hmm........."
"Anyways, I noticed you've been hanging out with a new guy. Who is he?" she flipped her hair again. Sprinter smells a lot like strawberries. Almost sickeningly so, maybe she was wearing some sort of strawberry perfume, or using strawberry conditioner.
"His name's Skittery. I'm just helping him out."
"No, Spot, not again. You get no gratitude from helping these people. Why do you bother trying? Don't you get tired of people ditching you as soon as they get what they want?"
Sprinter doesn't understand. I like helping people and at least I know that my real friends won't get up and desert me. That's Boots and 'Pie Eater'.........and maybe Skittery now. I don't really know, but he seems genuine enough.
"Sprinter," I raised my eyebrows warningly, she knows how I feel about her bashing what I did.
"I'm sorry Spot. I'm sorry, you know I love you." She smiled sweetly and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
"I love you too Sprinter. I know you only mean well, but I can choose to do what I think is right, OK?"
She looked a little sad and nodded meekly. I felt really evil, like I was telling her how to feel or act, but soon she shook it off and went back to tell me about the state track meet next week. Though I only feigned interest I'm still convinced that I have a near perfect life.
A/n: OK, this author's note has absolutely NOTHING to do with this chapter. It was just funny.
My sister was taking a social studies test and one of the questions was:
Every citizen of Canada has the right to vote in a...
The correct answer is 'free election'.
Her answer was 'voting booth'.
It really was very funny. Unfortunately she didn't get the mark.