Hey everybody! Yah, another newsies fic! I know I should be updating all my other stories, but this idea hit me while I was on the plane last night and I couldn't resist. I was on my way back from New York (my first time. I'm sooo moving there! hehe.) and since it was New York, I thought to myself, what better fanfic to write than a Newsies fanfic? And the fact that whileI was thereI couldn't stop thinking of Newsies. Yes I even screamed off the Brooklyn Bridge. Aren't you proud? Ok well enough about me. Without further ado, here's the story!

Disclaimer: Don't own Newsies. But I am working on that... Muahahahahahaha!

'Beep! Beep! Beep!'

The alarm clock buzzed unceasingly and mercilessly. A violent arm swung out from under the covers and viciously pounded on the horrid invention made of black plastic. Brown, blonde, and red hair was barely visible from the top of the bright blue cover. A loud groan came from this huddled mass, following the display of violence before.

Sodapop reluctantly dragged herself out of bed. Her brilliant eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep. That's the price she had to pay for staying up all night, but frankly, it was worth it. Having a life and avoiding the constant, common pressures that came with teenage life was the only escape. Sodapop walked in an almost trance-like state, going through her daily routines robotically. She always did this, relishing the time before she was forced to truly wake up.

The last thing she did was to grab her phone, which had taken her months to pay off. The familiar note of '1 new message' showed on the screen. The number was familiar and the message was illuminated from the screen. 'Sry. I can't give u a ride 2 skool 2day.'

For a moment the tanned girl stood stunned before realizing what that meant. She flew through the house and out the door, pausing only long enough to lock up, and continuing her flight down the street. She ran down the block, wishing for once that she had been put on the correct bus stop, which was closer to her house.

She arrived at the bus stop, at a record time of seven minutes later, just in time to see the bus turning the corner at the end of the street. Sodapop immediately started chasing after the yellow monstrosity, realizing a few moments later how futile this action was. She stopped, long enough to catch her breath, before taking off in the direction of her high school, three miles from her house. 'Oh shit,' Sodapop thought. 'I'm gonna end up in Saturday School now. And I know from experience it's nothing like The Breakfast Club'.

Sodapop finally arrived at school, more than halfway through first period. 'Ok, just use the side door and you'll be fine! It leads right into the history building!' Sodapop darted around to the far side of the building. She tiptoed through the barren school, grasped the handle of the door to the old building, pulled hard and ran inside. 'Ah, home free,' Sodapop thought with a smile. She leisurely walked around the stairwell, so she could climb the stairs.

"Good morning Miss Darby," A loud, harsh voice made the young girl freeze. Sodapop looked up into the cold eyes of her principal and groaned. Three girls and three boys trailed behind the tall man. Mr. Collins raised his eyebrows at the silent girl.

"Good morning Mr. Collins," Sodapop replied monotonously. "You're looking quite well this morning. Is that a new toupee?" The kids behind the principal fought to keep a straight face while one of the girls snickered aloud. Sodapop popped an eyebrow at the girl while Mr. Collins glared at Sodapop. She smiled sweetly up at the frightening man.

"This is your sixth tardy in the past month, Miss Darby."

"Then I'd say I'm doing pretty well!" The tall man scowled down at the girl.

"What in the world could be keeping you from school?"

"I missed the bus. I had to run to school."

"Surely it wouldn't have taken you this long?"

"It does when you have to run three miles. And it doesn't help in the beginning when you had to run 10 minutes in the wrong direction to get to the wrong bus stop which I'm signed up for, for some odd reason," Sodapop finished sarcastically.

"This is your 4th tardy to the same class. You know what that means don't you?" Mr. Collins didn't wait for an answer. "I know you're looking forward to Saturday School." Sodapop groaned and looked at the floor. What a way to spend your Saturday. "However," Sodapop looked up expectantly. Was this crazy, evil man about to let her off the hook? "I'm sure we can arrange something else." Dammit. No such luck.

"These fine young ladies and young gentlemen behind me will be with us for a number of weeks. They are from the Fine People's Prepatory Academy. It's part of a test our schools are conducting."

"You ain't thinking of turning this into a prep school are ya?" Sodapop asked in shock.

"Please! Use proper grammar! I know you have been taught well," Mr. Collins looked back nervously at the high-class kids. Who cared what they thought anyways? "And besides, that is none of your business. Now back to the matter at hand. These kids need a guide for the rest of the day. During this period you will show them around the school. Point out anything they need to know. After that, you will take them to your classes with you. They are now your responsibility."

Sodapop opened her mouth to protest. "Do this and I will excuse you from your first hour class and from Saturday School," Mr. Collins interrupted.

"Fine," Sodapop grumbled. Mr. Collins glowered down at her. "I mean, yes sir," Sodapop amended. She knew how much the principal liked to feel powerful. The kids smirked at Sodapop, she stared coldly back. This was gonna be a long day.