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:
Sloane Miette- I saw Hairspray today and Steven Cutts (who plays Shaun) was Gilbert in it. So cool! And everyone loves CAMP! They have to! And Newsies!
Strawberri Shake- I have to admit that I get good math grades, but I HATE math. It's soooo boring. I think my friend, Mountie, also has that problem with adults. She's always all Gothed up and people assume she's trouble. She plays volleyball and five different instruments. (guitar, drums, sax, flute, piano...maybe something else, but I'm not sure.) Anyways, she's really smart and everything but people assume because of the way she dresses she's trouble.
(Monday)
Racetrack's PoV
I knocked on the door to my sister's dorm room.
She opened the door. "Anthony!" she shrilled, ushering me inside. "Is Mom here?" she looked around anxiously.
"Mom's not here."
Her face fell.
My sister Catherine is—admittedly—gorgeous. She was frowning, but still looked beautiful. She has really thick, dark-brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin always looks soft and even, not at all matching the sallow complexion Michael, or even mine sometimes gets.
"Dad?" she took a stab.
I shook my head.
"Michael.........Thomas.........?" she named our tow brothers, starting to look worried.
"No," I tried to sound light, "just me."
"But.........why?"
"I ran away," I mumbled.
She looked like she really wanted someone to jump out from behind a door and yell 'SURPRISE!' or tell her that she was on a hidden camera show. Nobody did so she continued to look worried.
"Anthony, why would you do that?"
"Michael came back," I muttered, "and Dad started spending 'family time' with everyone and it was sickening. Catherine, they were lying. It was pathetic."
She sighed, "when did you leave?"
"Two days ago."
I had stayed in motels the past two nights so her dorm room looked oddly comfortable.
"Listen, Anthony, I'm not going to tell you to call them, because Lord knows I can't stand Dad, but I want you to think about it," said the only Higgins child whose future stood a fighting chance.
"Thanks."
"I'll make you some coffee."
She offered me a seat.
Is it weird to feel at home in a place you've never been before than in the house you've lived all your life?
A/n: oh the woes of Racetrack...but enough with that, here's why I updated a tad late:
I went the see Hairspray in Toronto and then we went to Chinatown for dinner. I love Chinatown. Now it's late.
R&R!
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:
Sloane Miette- I saw Hairspray today and Steven Cutts (who plays Shaun) was Gilbert in it. So cool! And everyone loves CAMP! They have to! And Newsies!
Strawberri Shake- I have to admit that I get good math grades, but I HATE math. It's soooo boring. I think my friend, Mountie, also has that problem with adults. She's always all Gothed up and people assume she's trouble. She plays volleyball and five different instruments. (guitar, drums, sax, flute, piano...maybe something else, but I'm not sure.) Anyways, she's really smart and everything but people assume because of the way she dresses she's trouble.
(Monday)
Racetrack's PoV
I knocked on the door to my sister's dorm room.
She opened the door. "Anthony!" she shrilled, ushering me inside. "Is Mom here?" she looked around anxiously.
"Mom's not here."
Her face fell.
My sister Catherine is—admittedly—gorgeous. She was frowning, but still looked beautiful. She has really thick, dark-brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin always looks soft and even, not at all matching the sallow complexion Michael, or even mine sometimes gets.
"Dad?" she took a stab.
I shook my head.
"Michael.........Thomas.........?" she named our tow brothers, starting to look worried.
"No," I tried to sound light, "just me."
"But.........why?"
"I ran away," I mumbled.
She looked like she really wanted someone to jump out from behind a door and yell 'SURPRISE!' or tell her that she was on a hidden camera show. Nobody did so she continued to look worried.
"Anthony, why would you do that?"
"Michael came back," I muttered, "and Dad started spending 'family time' with everyone and it was sickening. Catherine, they were lying. It was pathetic."
She sighed, "when did you leave?"
"Two days ago."
I had stayed in motels the past two nights so her dorm room looked oddly comfortable.
"Listen, Anthony, I'm not going to tell you to call them, because Lord knows I can't stand Dad, but I want you to think about it," said the only Higgins child whose future stood a fighting chance.
"Thanks."
"I'll make you some coffee."
She offered me a seat.
Is it weird to feel at home in a place you've never been before than in the house you've lived all your life?
A/n: oh the woes of Racetrack...but enough with that, here's why I updated a tad late:
I went the see Hairspray in Toronto and then we went to Chinatown for dinner. I love Chinatown. Now it's late.
R&R!