A/N I do not own the newsies. *rolls eyes* as if I must say this again and again and again. If I owned them, I'd be hanging out with them not writing fan fic about me hanging out with them! Lol. But anyways, disney feels protective so there ya go! Okay…I want FB! Because im not getting any but from like sgae and bottle cap…and they read it before I post it…but hey.

Shanty's view

"Graft!" I yelled storming into our apartment. How dare he sign me up for some stupid camp just cause he doesn't want to take care of me! "Where are you!" I crept throughout the apartment, room for room. Doing what I do best. Sneaking. "Show yourself!"

"What are you yellin' about sneaks!" Graft ruffled his hair, yawning. I had woken him up.

"What were you thinking!"

Graft adjusted his red plaid boxers and walked toward the kitchen. "What in the world are you talking about loon?"

"Camp Label-not! What kind of cruel joke is this! Huh?" I slammed the refrigerator door letting him know how angry I truly was.

"Oh, yeah. The guidance counselor called…what's his name…Klo.."

I was so aggravated by him playing stupid I screamed "Kloppman!" at the top of my lungs. "You are sending me to a camp where you don't even know the adults name in charge! The man whom your leaving me with for three months and you can remember his stupid name!"

"I am protecting you. You can't run around New York by yourself all summer, it's not safe and I aint allowing it!" Damn you for being over-protective!

"If mom was here she wouldn't send me to camp!" I challenged him.

"Well she aint here is she!" He flicked on the TV and turned his attention to the Simpson's.

"Yea and that's why you think your so freaking high and mighty being over protective!" I screamed walking to my room. Before I slammed my door shut I yelled "Let me live MY life!"

Michael Conlon's view

"Andrea it's not that bad!" I tried to calm her down as we walked home.

"Not that bad! We're being sent to Camp Label-not…for three months!" She shouted, flailing her arms around, not noticing the weird looks she got from passerby's on the street.

"Chill out. We'll just talk mom and dad out of it…its that simple." now of course I wasn't sure it was that simple, I said it to also try and convince myself.

"Whatever." She muttered climbing up the stairs to get to the elevator to our pent house we owned at the Waldorf hotel.

Dear children,

Sorry for the inconvenience. Your guidance counselor called today, recommending we send you two to a camp for the summer. Since we are going to be exploring Europe all summer, we believed it wouldn't be fair if we left you two alone. So have fun at camp! You each get three hundred dollars a month and a debut card for the trip. Have fun. See you when you get back. Lots of love.

Sincerely,

Alannah and Steve

"Look Spot! A note they leave for the summer and give us a note!"

I grabbed the paper out of her hand and reexamined it. "Well we can just call them."

"Did they leave a number stupid! No! They are never home! They don't care about us that's why they are freaking sending us to camp so they don't feel "guilty" in Europe!" She yelled, a tear making it's way down her face but she immediately wiped it away and regained her composure. "I am going for a run." I watched Andrea pull her auburn hair back into a tight bun and set off for Central Park before I plopped down on the couch letting the pillows overtake me.

Charly's view

"I can't believe you guys! You lied!" I screamed as soon I smelled the fresh bread in the oven.

"What deary?" Mrs. Rejourano came out a plate full of brownies in her hand, looking completely baffled.

"I though I got to choose how I wanted to live!" I screamed eyeing the brownies. Peace offerings.

"You do sweetie…we just thought you'd like a chance to make friends…" I cut her off.

"I don't want friends! I don't want to go to Camp label-not!" I ran up the stairs, taking the plateful of brownies with me. "It's not your descison" I screamed. "You aren't my parents!"

Sierra's view

"Hi dad." I opened the door to a house drowned in the odor of whiskey.

"Sie…..rawa," His words slurred as he spoke. " Grab….me anuwa (another) beer."

"Sure dad." I opened the fridge and noticed that the twenty four pack was empty so I headed in there with a glass of water. "Dad, there isn't any beer left, so I brought you some water."

"water!" He screamed, slapping me with the back of his fist, knocking me off balance. My face stung with pain. "You drank some didn't you! You dirty slut!" It seemed that every time he was yelling at me his slurs disappeared. Whap. I could feel him hit me again, the raw skin seared with pain as fresh air touched it.

"Yes sir." I nodded.

"Go buy me more beer." He threw a fifty dollar bill at me, I picked it up of the floor and walked up to my room to change before leaving.

Jake's View

"Well honey what kind of plans do you have for summer?" My mother asked nonchanlantly as if she hadn't agreed to send me to Camp total hell. This was her way out. this way she wouldn't have to worry about me-her son. I despised Nick. He's not even true family, he was adopted, but God forbid my mother not worship the ground in which he walks acting like i don't even exist!

"Well I HAD plans," I emphazised had with all my might, "to get togeteher and work on my band, We had gigs!" I threw my fork down in pure frustartaion. Nick watched.

"Why are you talking in past tense Jake, honey?" She was calm as could, playing stupid.

I jumped up and sent the hard backed chair flying. "You signed me up for Camp Label-not! Just so you didn't have to take care of me!" I was so frustrated i could barely breathe. "I cannot believe they allowed you to be a foster mother when you SUCK at being my mother already!"

Their laughing carried up to my room and I turned Good Charlotte on as loud as my stereo could handle. The beats pulsating through my blood, driving out any thoughts, clearing my mind and soul the best music could. It also served as drowning out their laughter and the anger bubbling inside.

Jack's View

Light blue skies plastered the view from the lounge. Sante Fe...how i wish that's where i was going, instead of Camp Label-not. I ran my fingers through tufts of brown hair before resting my haed on the pillows. My thoughts wondered from the setting sun, passing my Algebra exam, the firery red head in Kloppman's office, Sante Fe, those mesmorizing green eyes, sleep. The sleep that was causing me eyelids to become heavy.

"Hey." I sat up crosslegged on the couch, meeting the gaze of Steven. I recognized him from Kloppman's office earlier, he must room at the dorms too.

"Hi..."I didn't know what to say, I didn't even know his name until today and other than that I've just seen him around in hallways. "So we had...U.S History together didn't we? You sat in the back." It dawned on me why he looked so familiar earlier too.

"Yea, somehow you made it so every conversation was brought back to Sante Fe or cowboys. That's why Mr. Littstein started calling you Cowboy." The tension released and he sat down across from me, making himself comfortable.

"What do you think about Camp Label-not" I was genuinely interested in what he had to say, judging the reactions in Kloppman's office, not to fondly.

"I'm here on scholarship...i can't screw it up by complaining about some three months where we could possibly have fun." He shrugged, wrinkling the red button up top he had changed in to. "you?"

"I'm thinking it may not be all that bad..."I smirked to myself

"Even with the red headed loon?" He was grinning when he spoke.

"Especially with the red headed loon..." I slapped him jokingly and stood up to head over to Michael's house. "Hey ya wanna get outta here?" I decided I'd offer him to join since we would be spending the next three months together.

Cassidy's View

"Auntie!" I bellowed throught he open french doors. "Auntie!"

"Cassidy quit making such a racket. You are going to wake up Tuesday!" She critisized me in a harsh whisper. "Now what was all that racket about?" She waddled intot he kitchen, pulling out a tray full of freshly baked cookies.

I reached for one deciding that fighting on an empty stomach would be pointless when i could fill it with her cookies. "What is the idea of you sending me to summer camp!" I caught a few crumbs after i took a bite of the warm, gooey chocolate chip cookie.

"What idea? It worked didn't it!"

"I don't want to go to camp! I haven't been to camp since i was...like seven!"

"Yes and you didn't go out and get pregnant at seven either did you!" I hated her when she used that against me. I could feel the cookie making its way back up so i gulped some milk.

"I didn't wake up one morning and decide to get pregnant!"

"Well this camp may help you mature young lady!"

"Its not called camp grow up auntie! its Camp Label-not!" I stomped my foot. "ANd i can't believe your sending me there!"

She kept piling the cookies up on her pooh bear plate, ignoring me now.

"Whose going to take care of Tuesday?"

"I am." With that there was no argument, i just grabbed about eight cookies and headed to my room. WHo cares if the student population at Lake Vista High considered me a bitch. There was no reason i shouldn't dissapoint them.

R&R I am getting barely any reviews! I'd like some to know what you people think of the different view, descriptions and yadda yadda yadda!