Average

A/N: Thus begins another story…I know I can make this one good, you just have to let me get into the story. I swear the next chapter will be one hundred times better.

Disclaimer: Okay okay, I don't own Newsies. I said it, you happy now? But luckily, I do own Hailey!

I came through the front door and threw my backpack under the table in the entryway. Nobody was home and probably wouldn't be for at least another hour or so. I went up into my room which was now filled with boxes. My parents decided it was time for a change, so here we are packing our things up and moving to Chicago. Why Chicago, you ask? Well, I have no freakin' idea. About two weeks I came home from school like any normal day to find both of my parents sitting in the family room. I stared at them for a moment, not sure what they were doing. It was odd for my both of my parents to be home so early, they both have jobs where they're usually gone until late. They both smiled and pulled me into the room, "Hailey, We have news." My mother was the one speaking and she had that voice like she was going to tell me something important but she was afraid how I would react. "Oh God" I said aloud, "You're getting a divorce aren't you?" When neither one of them spoke, I questioned them again, "Okay, did someone die? Oh my God, was it Grandpa Joe? Oh, this is terrible, I can't believe it, and he wasn't even that old. Was he murdered, someone murdered Grandpa Joe? I don't even know what to say. How, a knife, a gun? I'll find that bastard and I'll kill him, I'll shoot him in the guts and watch him-" My dad had grabbed onto my shirt to stop me. "My God Hailey, you need to stop watching TV."

Both of my parents stared at me for a moment with a look of worry on their faces. "We aren't getting a divorce and no, Grandpa Joe is not dead and he was defiantly not murdered." She took a deep breath before she continued. "Were moving to Chicago, isn't that wonderful sweetie?" She asked. She seemed happy and honestly I really didn't care. I've lived here in Maine my entire life and accomplished nothing, I haven't made any true friends, I've never had a boyfriend, I've never done anything special enough to be known for it, so I don't care if we leave. Although, for my parent's sake I thought I should play along, "Oh my God, I'm so excited." Once I had gotten those words out, I went to the basement, grabbed some boxes and newspaper and began packing my things.

So here I am, two weeks later and I'm moving this weekend. In the beginning I was real indifferent about the whole thing but as the weeks have progressed I've become more and more excited. The thought of having a second chance, a new beginning, it makes me think about all the times when I was going to do something different or try something new but the idea of people talking about me behind their backs, calling me a poser or a wanna be, held me back. But now, now it's different. I have a chance to be anything I want to be; if I wanted to completely change my style, I could. I have the power to change my destiny, I could be anything; Goth, emo, preppy, slutty, sporty, nerdy, anything I want.

I went upstairs and into my bathroom. I looked in the mirror at the dull and boring girl standing in front of me. My long hair is the first thing people notice about me, it falls really far down my back, almost to my waist, but it was knotty and unkempt. The color was brown, just brown, no highlights or natural beauty. My skin was the only thing I really liked, I wasn't tan but my skin was clear and soft, because of this, I wore no makeup. My plain brown eyes were covered by my glasses. My parents have given me the chance to get contacts several times but I've chosen not to deal with the hassle. I walked backward to see my entire body. I wasn't fat but I defiantly wasn't thin. My body was average. I didn't have big boobs but I didn't have small ones. I was wearing a pair of old jeans that were kind of big on me with holes that covered the knees. I'm not talking the cute style of jeans with holes; mine had been made over the years from falling down. I wore a t-shirt like I did everyday. They were comfortable and I didn't have to worry about feeling fat in tight t-shirts. I wasn't a fat girl or overweight but both of parents are and they always pressured me about it. It was tough just eating in my house, my father would always tell me to stop or eat something healthier. I think that my father sort of ruined my self confidence.

I was normal height, 5'5 and my height worked well with my weight. I had short legs with a long torso so it was impossible to find shirts that fit well. I sighed at my bad posture and walked out of the bathroom.

I wanted to change everything about me, but into what? I pulled a magazine out of one of the boxes and began to flip through it. I looked at the clothing in the magazines and it all seemed too overdone or too expensive. Until I spotted it, there it was, starting me in the face, the perfect me.

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Okay, not much has happened yet, but it will. I'm not if I'm so happy with this chapter, but it's only the beginning. Stay with me and if you have any ideas or suggestions…let me know. Now, onto the shoutouts…

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