-1Authors: Showbiz and Red (equals co written with Elladan from Elladan and Elrohir.)
Disclaimer: We only own Sophie and Amy and the New York Institute of Drama and the Arts. All the HOT newsies belong to Disney. Damn.
Summary: In which there are six paint-splattered Newsies, three romantically un-involved teenage girls who stay that way and one bottle of pear champagne.
Genre: Humor/General. How bland. No, just kidding.
Rating: T, for fun teenage language.
New York Institute of Drama and the Arts
"ONE SHORT DAY"
September 5th dawned rather unpleasantly – with gray skies and drizzle. It was just barely light out at 6:30 am, when Amy's singing sailor penguin alarm clock rang out through the room.
"Doodle-oo doo doo, doodle-oo doo doo, doodle-oo-doo-doo-doo doodle-oodle-oo. Doodle-oo doo doo, doodle-oo doo doo, DOO DOO!" Pause. "Wake up! Wake up!"
"Shut up, shut up!" Sophie mimicked from under her pillow.
Amy's hand shot out, smashing down on the unfortunate penguin's cute little head. The hit effectively silenced the singing.
"Good morning!" It chirped from the bedside table.
Sophie groaned, emerging from her bed. "Why, Amy, why the singing penguin?"
"It's CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!"
"No, it's scary."
"Cute!"
"Scary."
"Cute!"
"Scary."
"I'm hungry."
After about ten minutes of attempting to change clothes without losing any body heat, the two teens migrated to the kitchenette for a breakfast of cold pop tarts and tea.
"Where's Charlotte?" asked Amy, looking up from her brown sugar and cinnamon breakfast confection.
"Dunno, but she left a note," replied Sophie, from inside her mug of tea.
The note was simple. It read:
Got up early. Don't eat the pop tarts.
- Char
Amy giggled guiltily, brushing some crumbs off the small table. Sophie wondered why her sister had gotten up so early, but quickly abandoned the pursuit. Such early rising was probably due to her sister's insanity. It went right along with her sister's spasmodic urges to dust at 10 o' clock at night.
With thirty minutes until first period, which started at 7:30 sharp, Sophie and Amy abandoned their dorm to brave the outdoors, and began the walk up the gravel path to the school.
Across the path, the entire Van Gogh dorm was still in a state of collective semi-unconsciousness.
That is, apart from David, who always got up early anyway. The rest of the boys slumbered on peacefully, while the precious time before class slipped away. Then, at exactly 7:20, woken by some sort of inner alarm clock hidden away in their subconscious, the boys of the Van Gogh dorm realized what time it was, and chaos erupted.
"Shit, what happened to the alarm?"
"Where the hell is my backpack?"
"Did anyone actually do their math homework?"
"Ian! Get the hell out of the shower!"
"Can I copy your homework?"
"Has anyone seen my tap shoes?"
"IAN! OUT! NOW!"
"Where the HELL is my backpack?"
"Has anyone seen my toothbrush?"
"Race, get up, you'll be late!"
"God, all of you, SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Anyone walking by might have been disturbed by the screams emanating from the dormitory, but it happened so often that anyone who had been around the campus for any great length of time rarely noticed anymore.
Spot was the first to stumble out onto the porch at 7:26, with four minutes to spare. Jack was next. Blink and Mush were close behind, only trailing Jack by seconds; Mush's tap shoes were harder to find that Jack's backpack. Blink was still scribbling furiously. Ian and Mark were out the door and racing ahead of the rest of the boys before anyone could blink, Ian still toweling his hair. Racetrack was last out, and as soon as he stepped onto the porch, the four remaining boys were off.
As they sprinted up the path towards the school; Race's shirt on backwards and Jack still half out of his shoes, Blink noted that they were making good time.
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A/N:
R: Ok, freakishly short chappie, but will add more to this one later!
