IMPORTANT: Please read AN at end of chapter for important (well, at least semi-important) information on the Casting Call!
Disclaimer: Newsies Not Mine………and also, I'm sure every one knows this but just so there's no confusion, many of the Newsies have slightly altered appearances due to the fact that this story is set in modern times.
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A blue-eyed girl with shoulder length blonde hair that had white and red streaks watched a Mercedes drive up the gravel pathway from her spot under a large tree. She was sitting cross-legged, headphones blaring, throwing up a marble and absent-mindedly catching it. She saw a man get out of it and walk into the main house. A few minutes later she noticed two children, about 10 years old, peering into the car. She got up from her spot, and walked towards the car.
"Split, Bean!" She called, "Get away from there." The children quickly obeyed. Inside the car she saw a boy, he was lying back in the seat, his feet on the dashboard, and smoking a cigarette. He didn't notice her, and she could hear his music through the window that was cracked. The boy's eyes suddenly snapped open, and for a second, the two sets of blue locked, and almost seemed to gaze into each other's souls. Then without saying a word, the girl walked off.
She went into her cabin, shared by all girls attending the school. She found only two people in it.
"Hey Bookey" said her older sister, who was sitting on her bed, with her current male interest, Skittery.
"Hey Scamley" said Roan. "You're not supposed to be in here." She said sarcastically to Skittery.
"Shut it Bookey." He said back.
"I'm guessing I interrupted a make-out session, so I'll make it quick." She said, to two 17-year-old kids who were now putting all their attention on her. Scamley, her sister, looked a lot like her. Her hair was longer, reaching her mid back. Her hair was the one part of her body she doted upon. It was slightly wavy and swirled down her back in a series of light blonde layers. The two girls were the same height standing about 5'6". Scamley however had a slighter build than her little sister, often causing people to mistake her as the younger one, if they weren't mistook as twins to begin with. Scamley had always been the prettier of the two, carrying a mysterious, wispy beauty. While Bookey was lately finding out though that boys seemed to pay a little too much attention to her chest, an area that her sister was lacking in. Skittery was tall and skinny, but not scrawny, and had a brown wavy mop of hair. He had only been at the academy for a couple months, and Scamley had become his saving grace. Last week she'd even made him genuinely smile, a feet someone hadn't accomplished in a very long time.
"We got a new kid. A boy, looks punk, hardcore," stated Bookey.
"You get his name?" asked Skittery.
"Is he hot?" asked Scamley.
Scamley's comment made Skittery give her a dark look, and she just laughed.
"Yeah, he's damn hot," answered Bookey, "its Bristol Conlon."
"Bristol Conlon?" Skittery, who was usually fairly quiet exclaimed. The Conlon's were a pretty famous family. JD's around the country looked up to them.
"Course he's hot if he's a Conlon!" Exclaimed Scamley
"So yeah" said Bookey "Figured you kids could spread the word, I'm going to go make sure Jack doesn't tear him up too much." And with that she grinned at the two older kids, who were still a little shocked by the good news.
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"Bristol, PLEASE don't smoke in my car! For the millionth time!" Said the exasperated social worker. He had come out of the huge house, disturbing Bristol, who fixed him with one of his most evil glares. The social worker had come to take him inside and meet his new guardians. Bristol didn't say anything, and just followed the man inside.
"Bristol, this is Jeremiah Mixner. He is the head of the family. And this is his son Henry and Henry's wife Diana, they started the school, and will be your legal guardians. And this here is Brian Denton, he will be your new social worker."
Bristol was sitting in a room with the four adults just mentioned, and his current social worker. Passing through the living room on the way in he'd already seen about 5 kids.
"So, your gonna leave me too, huh?" Said Bristol, in regards to his social worker.
"Oh all of the children here have Mr. Denton as a social worker." Said Diana. She had one of those light airy voices, it annoyed Bristol.
Bristol just continued to scowl and be silent while the adults discussed his life. He was used to it. After what seemed like 20 years, a boy was called into the room. He looked about 17, and was introduced as David Mixner, son of Diana and Henry. (yes, David Jacobs, David Mixner, Davey the walking mouth, all equal same dude) He was to show Bristol around the grounds, and introduce him to people. The rules were also explained. Bristol was pretty much allowed free range, if he didn't come to meals, he had to figure out food for himself, and he had to be in by 10 o clock unless he had made previous arrangements. The better his behavior was, the more privileges he got, supposedly. Now, this place might not sound so bad, however, Bristol was used to big cities, gangs, living on his own, the works, and even though everyone here seemed nice enough, he was certainly not at all happy to be there.
The first place David took him was to his cabin. As far as buildings went, there were six different cabins, the main house, a barn, and the "activities complex." There was a girls cabin, a boy's cabin, Jeremiah and Granny's cabin, two guest cabins, and Albert (Henry's brother) and his wife Lisette and their three small children had the last one. Each cabin had two rooms, a bathroom, and a mini kitchen/living area. Bristol brought his things into the cabin and David told him which bed would be his.
The two cabins that housed the students consisted of a bedroom, a multiple person, dorm style bathroom and a small kitchenette, living area. The bedroom was lined with camp dorm sized, long twin beds and had three walk-in closets, all which had cubbies and clothes cupboards for each student. The only occupant of the cabin was one boy who was sleeping. David woke him up, and introduced him to Bristol.
"Call me Spot." Said Bristol, it was the first thing he had said to David, and it certainly wasn't pleasant.
The boy, whose name was Jack, was wearing a cowboy hat.
"Spot?" he said, he had heard about Bristol Conlon, he had been in the news the last couple of weeks.
"Yeah, Spot." Said Spot/Bristol now to be referred to as Spot, "You got a problem with that Cowboy."
Jack looked taken aback for a second, and was just about to say something when a girl walked in. Spot immediately recognized her as the girl he'd seen in the car. She had stunning eyes. The rest of her body, he wasn't so sure about. Not exactly the girls he was used to seeing. Of course, those weren't really girls, those were whores. She wasn't exactly skinny, actually, she looked really buff and muscular, she was wearing loose black jeans and a green t-shirt that said BrandNew across the front. He wouldn't exactly call her pretty, but, she had this quality he couldn't explain, and for some reason, he liked her.
"Jack." She said. She seemed like a quite girl, but one that could talk when the time came. "I need to talk to you."
"Bookey, I'm busy." Said Jack. It seemed to Spot that the two were not exactly best friends. "Plus, your not supposed to be in here."
"Jesus Jack, like anybody actually follows that rule, I need to talk to you, now." She said forcefully.
Jack rolled his eyes, but followed her out the door, telling David he'd catch up with him.
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Hello again! I received many reviews and answers to my casting call and I would like to thank everyone for doing that. I'm going to leave the CC open for a couple more days, however I'm not going to announce it in my summary anymore for fear of it being deleted because it might be an "interactive story". Sigh, I should argue that these rules are interfering with my artistic license. Damn the man save the Empire! Haha, okay, right, don't bite the hand that feeds you………STORY, yes, story, I'm getting to that. Here's what I need, and I'm sure you lovely readers will kindly help me with this. I NEED MORE MIXNERS! I can make them up myself, but I think it would be more fun if you guys did it! For you of course! Feel free to submit more then one character, I know a few people already have. I need some younger Mixners! Boys AND girls. Younger than the age of 12ish. I'll also still accept a couple delinquents so if your just tuning in on this story and really want to submit one that is awesome. Now, this is the last chapter that some of you might recognize from the old story….and the rest will be all new!
And as far as the already submitted characters, I am working on sorting through them. I've received loads of great characters and it will be a tough decision. I plan on introducing the characters slowly because I know it sometimes is hard to follow a story when all the characters are introduced at once. If I like your character but would like to use it in a unique way I'll send you an email making sure that's okay, and I'll try to let everyone know as soon as possible what kind of part they will have, and if you have any questions, just ask! Wow I'm talking a lot, okay.
One more thing! It has also been brought to my attention that it seems as if this plot line has been done before. However, I assure you all that I'm not trying to copy anyone, and as far as I know there are a few things I plan on throwing in here that to my knowledge have not been done before. I would appreciate it if you think my story line is running close to one you have read before that you tell me, and perhaps provide me with a link to the story so I could read it for myself to make sure I don't offend anyone.
Oh yes, and I guess I didn't make this exactly clear, but this isn't a normal boarding school….just incase anybody cares…….
Right! Thank you, and I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!