A/N

So this is a Glee story with the Glee project kids. I wanted the top six, but just took Alex out and put Marissa in. If you were all excited for Alex, sorry! Now, I habe written a few chapters for this, and this first one, can't lie, wasn't great. Its more of an introduction of some of the people. If you would be so great as to give it a chance, and read the next chapter, I can promise there is a good chance you will like it.

Marissa Von Bleicken: Junior. Lives at home with mom and dad in a middle class house. Specializes in R&B. Battles anorexia and self image issues.

Marissa was miserable.

Besides the fact that she was starving, she looked in the mirror in the girls bathroom and was immediately disgusted. She was still fat, and it didn't matter how many meals she skipped, it didn't change how ugly she still was.

Marissa stopped eating about a month ago. It was hard, the only time she did eat was if she was with Cameron, or Damian and Hannah. But Hannah and Damian wouldn't notice so much if she wanted to skip lunch, Cameron would. Whenever he came over, she could never pass up a meal because Cameron would become instantly suspicious, after the bad that happened a year ago.

She turned away from the stranger in the mirror and walked out of the girls bathroom. She held onto her backpack tight as she ducked her head down, turning a corner. She bumped into something. Marissa looked up and was awestruck. "Oh, I'm sorry." he smiled his lopsided smile. "I didn't watch where I was going."

"No," she found her voice. "its fine. I'm Marissa."

He grinned wider. "Sam Evans."

Cameron Mitchell: Junior. Lives in a trailer with his mom and little sister. Best friend to Marissa since fourth grade. Also best friend to Damian, and Hannah.

He walked up to his locker.

Things are going to be different this year.

This had been Cameron's mantra the whole summer. This was the year he decided he was going to shine.

The how was getting in his way.

He sighed and was hanging by his locker when one of his bests friends was there when he shut the door. He yelped, then sighed when he looked at her. "Marissa you have to stop doing that."

"You will never guess what just happened." the fiery red head went on as if he had said nothing. Her eyes were bight with excitement. Cameron leaned against his locker, holding his books and she went on before he could ask what. "Sam freaking Evans just talked to me."

Cameron felt his stomach tighten. "Oh. Well, that's great." Sam Evans was an idiot. He transfered the previous year and since Marissa first saw him she became enamored. The same girl who guys didn't even look at until the previous year before, when she developed, wore make up, and dressed in stylish clothes. She could have a number of guys(including Cameron), and she wanted Sam freaking Evans. The kid hadn't even learned how to tie his shoes until last year.

"Cam, I need a favor." she said pleadingly. "I was thinking that maybe, you could possibly join Glee Club with me."

"Glee club-?"

"I know." she interupted. "Social suicide and such, but we aren't that popular anyway, what could it hurt."

"We may not be popular but I am able to say I haven't gotten a slushy facial, yet." honestly, popularity had been the one thing that set the two, plus Damian, apart from the rest of the school- they didn't care all that much for it. Well, Marissa didn't until Sam joined the football team.

"Please I'm sure they don't do that anymore. Besides, who cares. You have a gift, I have a gift, let's share it! And Damien and Hannah do too."

Cameron frowned. "You only want to join because Sam freaking Evans is in it." he pointed out.

Marissa blushed. "Part of the reason. But still, please?"

Like he could say no. "Uh, yeah sure. I mean if Damian and Hannah will-"

"Already done." she clapped, then grasped his arm. "Thanks Cam." and she bounced down the halls, hair waving with her.

His fingertips brushed over the best friend blue and green bracelet she made him subconsciously. He hadn't taken it off since it was put on in seventh grade.

Damian McGinty: Junior. Moved to America with his dad and step mom when he was 13, and got American citeznship when he was 15. Best friends to Cameron, also close with Hannah.

Hannah McIalwain: Junior. Close friends to Marissa, Damien, and Cameron. Lives with mom and dad.

Damian McGinty was picking at a string on his jeans while Hannah rummaged through her locker, getting frustrated at a book she couldn't find. "Are you sure you want to join the Glee Club?" he asked.

"You don't?" she asked distractedly.

He stared to chew on his thumb fingernail. "I like singing."

"Mm-hmm." she said. "Ugh, there it is." she pulled out her trig book and shut her locker.

"I don't think I will like getting slushies all the time."

"You are Irish, the girls will still swoon over you." she said.

"Hi Damian." he looked up to see a girl with blonde hair waving at him playfully while she walked by with some of her friends. Right on que.

"Hey." he had no idea who she was, but this happened all the time. In America he was some shiny Irish boy with a different accent, but in Ireland he was pretty average. Most would enjoy this, but Damian didn't care for all the unwanted attention.

He couldn't figure out why, but Damian felt numb inside. He knew something was missing. Maybe it was normal, maybe it was a phase, but he would be up for hours wondering where his life was going, and how he went through high school as just going through the motions. He was a puppet, not much say in what he does and just goes along with it. Damian would look in the mirror and just stare. He missed his mom, he didn't like his dad's wife. He didn't like that his dad neglected him to work more hours so he could let Gloria live comfortably. He didn't want her, he wanted his real mom. But apparently she didn't want him.

"Must be hard being Irish." Hannah said, amused.

Damian snorted. "Let's go."

It was time for auditions.

Cameron was the only one other then Marissa sitting on the ground. He wasn't even a little nervous, it wasn't even a proper audition seeing as they got in no matter what. Marissa was idly playing with her long hair. "I'm doing Unfaithful by Rihanna." she said randomly.

"Of course you are." he teased.

She put a thoughtful finger to her chin. "Hmm, let me guess. You are doing Jon Mayer."

"Clarity." he confirmed. She smirked knowingly as Lindsay reappeared.

"Marissa is up." she said. Marissa sighed and heaved herself up.

"Good luck!" Cameron called after her.

"This is getting hard to watch." Hannah said. Damian hummed in agreement.

"What is?" Cameron asked, oblivious to what Hannah was getting at. As far as he knew, Hannah and Damian had no idea about Cameron's little crush. He only denied it when his best friend Damian pointed it out.

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Oh, Cam, you make it so obvious."

The blonde ginger raised an eyebrow. "What's obvious?" Hannah and Damian shared a look a neither said anything. "Guys, what?" Hannah gave Damian a pointed look. Cameron looked to the Irish man, who sighed.

"Cameron," he said in his thick accent. "We know about..." he looked around but they were alone. However he still lowered his voice, because this was high school and stuff like that was top secret. "You liking Marissa and all." Cameron was about to object buy Damien cut him off. "No, we know." He glanced to Hannah.

"The longing glances." she nodded.

"Subtle touches." Damian added.

"Going out of you way to touch her.'

"The all too bright smiles."

Cameron stopped them. "Look, I don't know where you two get this from-"

"From the fact that we aren't deaf and blind." Damian snorted at Hannah's comment. Cameron groaned.

The last to go was Hannah, and when she got done she sighed and looked at her friends. "Everyone ready for social suicide?"

"Ready or not." Cameron laughed.