Okay, who's sick of me? (Audience Members: *all raise hands simultaneously*) Yeah, that's what I thought. *grins* Anyway, welcome to my first comedy series here in the loverly Newsies section. This is based on the extremely hysterical movie known as But I'm a Cheerleader. If you haven't seen it, that's fine (thought you really should watch it, because it's really friggin' funny. *giggles*). And I swore to myself that I'd never do a casting call, but... well, I am. ^_^ More info about that at the end.

Disclaimers: Sita doesn't own But I'm a Cheerleader or Newsies. If she owned either, there would be lots of snogging between Jack and Spot and a lot MORE snogging between Dolph and Clayton. *grins*

Warnings: Erm... none for this chapter...

But I'm a Prep!

Prologue

You know, I've never had a reason to complain about my life before now. Really. I haven't. Even though I'm blind in my left eye and have to wear a rather uncomfortable patch, I've gotten used to it, and people don't really judge me by it. The rest of my life is pretty much perfect. Even my family.

My dad's Herman Cliffton. Yeah, the Herman Cliffton. As in, the best lawyer in Manhattan. Possibly the best lawyer in New York. My relationship with my dad hasn't always been the greatest, but we tolerate each other. It's not like he's ever home, anyway, so I don't have to deal with his crap that much.

My mom, on the other hand, is about as kick-ass as a mom can get. She's never had to work (I guess you can say that we're rich), which gave her plenty of time to pursue her dreams. One of which was acting. As it turns out, she's really good at it. She does lots of community theater shows around New York. Eventually, she wants to do Broadway. But that's not why my mom rocks. My mom rocks because she balanced raising six kids, a potential theater career, and taking care of a three-story house (we've never had maids or butlers or anything like that, though our house is big enough for them; my mother refused). She rocks because I feel like I can talk to her. What's more, I feel like she listens. And I know that a lot of seventeen-year-olds definitely don't feel that way about their mothers.

My oldest brother, Ira, is kind of like my dad's Mini-Me. We don't get along, so I'll skip him.

Ahhh, my sisters. Isabel and Iris, the twin terrors. They're both twenty-one, and I love them to death. You know the Harry Potter books? Well, they're female versions of Fred and George. Really. Once, when I was nine, they snuck into Ira's room when he was sleeping over at a friend's house and completely covered the walls with pictures of naked men. It was absolutely hysterical. Anyway. Isabel, who I more commonly call Izzy, is the mastermind behind everything while Iris actually does all the dirty work. But they seem to like it that way. My friends all love them, but I'm afraid to bring over any people that the girls haven't met yet. Izzy and Iris feel the need to "initiate" my new friends by dunking their head in a bucket of water, pulling their pants off, and painting their quote of the day on their ass (by the way, today's is, "Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand). And you think that's bad? You should see what they do to my girlfriends.

Then, there's me, Isaac. People tend to call me Kid Blink because of my eye. I feel like it should bother me, but it doesn't. You'll hear plenty about me throughout the course of my little story, so I don't need to talk about myself.

My little sister, Ilyssa, is fourteen. She definitely takes after my dad. No sense of humor whatsoever. Izzy and Iris tried to "initiate" one of her friends, and 'Lyssa went nuts. Anyway. She's incredibly smart, from what I understand. Her I.Q. is obnoxiously high for her age, so say the parentals. She's always in her room, reading and studying. There are periods of time when I forget what her voice sounds like. I mean, it's great that she reads a lot, but she needs to have a social life, too. She doesn't have any friends, and I feel really bad for the kid. It's not that she isn't likable, because she is. She can be really nice when she wants to, and she's a great listener. But Ilyssa doesn't know how to act around other kids. She doesn't seem to care, though.

And, finally, my little brother. I don't know what we'd do without Isaiah. He's the only one who can still make my dad laugh. He's nine and enjoys spending his days climbing trees, playing soccer, and, every now and then, reading with 'Lyssa. He's really well-rounded. He plays sports, which makes my dad happy, does theater, which makes my mom happy, and gets good grades, which makes them both happy. He just knows how to please everyone.

So, yeah. My family has a few problems here and there, but I know how lucky I am to have such a great family and to have as much money as we do. I'm lucky that my dad has a great job so my mom doesn't have to go and work three jobs to help support all six kids. I'm lucky that both of my parents love me, I'm lucky that people at school seem to like me, and I'm lucky that I have such a wonderful girlfriend.

So why did my life suddenly twist itself inside out?

I mean, come on!

Ah, well. I'll prove that they're wrong; they'll see. I'm not like the rest of these kids. I'm not like Snitch and Itey and the others. And I'm definitely not like that Racetrack asshole.

But until I can prove that they're wrong...

I'm stuck in this True Directions place with that crazy Medda lady teaching me how to be straight.

Let me ask a simple question...

How can they teach me how to be straight when I'm not gay to begin with?!

End Prologue

A bit rushed, I know. But the sole purpose of this prologue was to introduce Blink's family. Because I like them. *smiles* Anyway, on to the casting call. I'll need quiet a few girls to be students and cheerleaders and whatnot in the beginning, one girl to be Blink's girlfriend (trust me, she's not that big of a part), and then four to five girls to be lesbians at True Directions, the school that tries to teach homosexuals how to be straight (*rolls eyes*). Since this fic will take place mostly at True Directions, the lesbians will have the largest parts. They'll be in it a lot. Hmmm... what else? I'm probably not going to use everyone (depending on how many people actually want to do this), but I'll try to! Okay, here's the information I'll need... by the way, try to make the "appearance" and "personality" sections as detailed as you can. Just makes it more interesting to read; I like well-rounded characters. Anyway:

Name:

Nickname:

Story Behind Nickname:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Strengths (i.e: good at singing, cooking, etc):

Weaknesses (i.e: bad at singing, cooking, etc):

Other (something interesting that I should know about your char):

That's all I need for now. I'll ask for more detailed stuff from the zero people who will probably actually want to participate in this. *sweatdrop* Anyway, send your character profile to [email protected]. I'd really appreciate it if some people actually did send in their characters. *shrug* Okies, enough of that. Casting Call Closes Tuesday, July 15th! As in, I'll accept profiles on the 15th, but not afterwards. So, yay! I'm really excited about this, and I hope people actually like it. *waves* *bounces off*