The Next Edition

Davey

Why hello there, peoples! I'm bringing you a Newsies story, yes I am! I'm here to bring you my big project story thingy. The Next Edition!

This story is what I will chose to call an APR. An Alternate Present Reality, in which poor boys and girls still sell newspapers and wear cool hats.

But did you think you were getting something entirely original that no one's ever done something similar to before? Nah, that ain't happening, not today. It's yet another High School AU, and it is also my take on modernizing the Newsies plot, with my own drama, my own references and my own way of writing. You might find that idea similar to stories like We Are Newsies by VeronicaWeasley, which you can find on FanFiction.net and maybe here too (it is the best Newsies fanfiction ever written, no question about it. If you ask me, it's even the best piece of fanfiction written in general). But while the general ideas are similar, I'm making this as different as I can!

The only thing in here that ain't mine is the characters we know and love and the Newsies plot. Those all belong to the lovely Disney.

PS: This story was originally written by me on FanFiction.net. If you prefer reading there, you can go there. Same name for both me and the story.

Now let's get into this, let's Seize the Day!

Friday, September 23rd 2005, 12:05 PM

David Oliver Jacobs was the quiet kid. That was something everyone at Melville High School knew. At least the few people who noted David's existence knew that, but they most certainly didn't know him well enough to say his full name in the sentence.

He was that kid that sat alone at lunch, was never seen in any clubs, and treated the classroom as a court room: only speak when spoken to. With all this information in mind, it was no surprise to David's social studies classmates when he came in quietly and hastily sat down in his seat. There were still two minutes to go before the lesson started, so David grabbed his study book out of his bag. A few other people did the same. Of course, there were also other people in the classroom. Those who would rather chuck balls of crumpled up paper at each other, as if that was going to get them into college.

"Would you two please tone it down?" Mrs. Anderson at the front of the classroom asked of two of the paper-chuckers. "The lesson's starting."

David dropped his book into the bag on his chair again, and leaned forward to get a better view of the board.

"Veronica," Mrs. Anderson began taking attendance.

Just as the blonde girl was about to say "here", the loud sound of the door being slammed opened interrupted whatever was happening in the classroom. In stumbled another blond, only that this one was a boy, who had most of his hair covered under a flat cap. For a second, he looked like he thought he had entered the wrong classroom, but then he spotted something that told him the opposite. David knew all too well that he had caught sight of his redheaded buddy - he had the misfortune of sitting next to the obnoxious pair.

"Mr. Higgins, you'll be glad to know your late arrivals of the week have earned you a detention next Friday," Mrs. Anderson said casually.

"What, ya can't do that!" Mr. Higgins protested as he sat down with an offended look on his face.

"I very well can," Mrs. Anderson said quickly. "Benjamin?" she continued taking attendance as if nothing had interrupted her in the first place.

"Yeah," a boy sitting in the back with his feet on the table he and one of the major paper-chuckers shared answered.