Hey, guys! So, I was reading "Sharing the Same Dream" for about the gazillionth time, and I wondered, maybe I should try doing a full-out modern-day fanfiction. So, here I am! But, unlike "Sharing the Same Dream", these guys are in high school. That might be a little interesting. Okay, so, hopefully this isn't really as suckish as I think it is and you guys like it. Enjoy!

Full Summary

Korra Marang is a young teen that moves from her hometown in Maryland to the other side of the US to live in Malibu, California. Having to start over in a new town, Korra feels that she won't belong into just one category at MBHS. Her variety of talents keeps her from staying in just one place, and she feels like an outcast. That is, until she runs into the group of populars that were just like her - different. They welcome her to the school with open arms and become the best friends she always wanted. But can the arrogance of the other group of populars threaten her new-found comfort and happiness in her new home?

Korra's POV

I was never a big fan of school. When I first started at the age of five, of course, I loved it. But, of course, as I grew older, the whole deal of waking up early in the morning to catch a bus to school and do worksheets and quizzes was a pretty big waste of time. The older I got, the harder work became, the difficulty of surviving grew, and the drama started to pile on top of everything else.

Middle school was terrible. I was now vulnerable to rumors and bullies and hormonal pre-teens. But what am I saying, I was one too. The fact of being vulnerable killed me. I nearly died of embarrassment the first few times, but, I always came back stronger. By the time my freshman year of high school came along, nothing fazed me. I survived the first three cruel years of high school. But Senior Year changed everything. My name is Korra Marang, and this is my story of Senior Year . . .

Korra's POV

I used to live in the suburban part of Maryland – California, Maryland, to be exact. That's where I grew up. I attended elementary and middle school there. My schools weren't the best in the world, but to me, they were. I didn't have many close friends because I sort of have a little trust issue, but I did have friends, and they were all good to me. But I moved for my Senior Year of high school. And instead of going somewhere else in the state, we went to the other side of the country – and for me, it was "Goodbye, California, Maryland, hello, Malibu, California".

My parents, Tonraq and Senna Marang, are Filipino, which means that I am, too, even though I was born in the States (A/N: despite the eyes, she kinda looks like it, so let me live my own fantasy). Because of that, I have a lot of . . . talents; I guess you can put it that way. I have high intelligence, – you never see me not on the Honor Roll, and I'm not saying that to be rude, just to prove a fact – and an incredibly large love for music and sports. I'm an athlete, a singer/musician, an artist, a nerd (I call myself that for my grades), a writer, a dancer . . . I'm a lot of things. But I'm also tough and strong, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Rumors don't faze me, guys are afraid of me, and no one sees or hears me cry. Not even my parents. The only people that see me cry are my little sister and brothers – Kyana, Nalok, and Santo.

Kyana was born a year after me, so that makes her 16. She's a junior in high school, and is a lot like me than I think she is – my hair, my eyes, my face, my size, an inch or two below my height of 5'7", my personality, nearly everything. But there are some differences. She's not "gaga" over music like I am. She's more fashionable than I am – she's all skirts and heels while I'm all shorts (or jeans, depends on the weather) and boots (or tennis, just depends on my mood). Kyana knows me from cover to cover; front to back, inside-out. She holds my deepest secrets while I hold hers. And we've always had this silly little deal ever since I've been singing to her that if either of us "goes big", we'd be there for each other and work with each other. Now I know that that little deal we had will be true – always.

Nalok was born a year after Kyana and two years after me, which makes him 15. He's a sophomore in high school, and is a little calmer out of the rest of us. But he looks more like dad – strong jaw, well built, but not too bulky, and loves sports and music just as much as I do. He's a true artist, and somehow, loves to design clothes. Odd, for a guy, but he makes them for Kyana most of the time – she loves his work. We're all satisfied with the fact that if Nalok gets his own line, she'd be his #1 customer. But as silly as he can be sometimes, he has a sweet heart, always looking out for us. Like Kyana, he holds my secrets while I hold his and knows me like I'm his favorite book.

Santo was born a year after Nalok, two years after Kyana, and three years after me, so he's 14. He's a freshman in high school, so I'm kinda feeling for him; but yet, he's a guy, so he doesn't get nervous very easily. Santo was always the goofball – loves having a good time along with basketball and country music. A little weird, but he is who he is, and I wouldn't want him to change. He's a mix of my parents in looks – Mom's eyes, Daddy's nose, blah-ba-dee, blah-ba-dee, blah, you get the message. He's, in a really weird way, like my sister – despite the fact that they do a lot of sports, they care about appearance. They're not big fans of ruffling up the hair or dirtying shoes unless they've been, like, a year or two years old. And this is a guy we're talking about. But I love him anyway. Like my siblings, he knows me front to back and we exchange secrets a lot. He has such a good soul, and just like my other two siblings, I love him – a lot.

My mother, Senna Marang, had me when she was 20. She was born and grew up in the Philippines, and even though her family had money, she worked very hard to get what she needed and wanted. Independent and strong, but modest and sweet, she was very picky about her men. Most of them only liked her because of her beauty and talent with musical instruments and the microphone, but she wanted someone who loved her for her. Most of the guys that courted her were seen as friends more than boyfriends. All, but one . . .

My father, Tonraq Marang, was one of my mother's friends since the age of eight. Even though he was older than her by a few years, he had always liked her, but without her knowing. His family was also pretty wealthy, but he, like my mother, liked the pleasure of working for something instead of it just plain-out handed to him, easy-peasy. My mother fell for him when she was around my age, and were married at ages 20 and 26, later having me only ten days before their first wedding anniversary. By the time I came along, my father was promoted as the head Data Analyst working for/with the US military base down where we lived in Maryland. My mother was a well known seamstress that formerly worked at home. Soon, her small business blossomed, and she set up her own boutique in town. Her designed gowns and outfits made from scratch became popular, and soon, she had shops and boutiques spreading everywhere. Now, she's designing a new line of extravagant gowns and dresses that caught the eyes of a few celebrities, and my father got a job transfer, so that caused us to move. My mother is currently stitching together dresses and gowns and my father is being introduce to his new engineering team on the new company he's working with, "Future Industries".

Now, enough about my personal life and family; let's get to where things liven up a bit . . .

Korra's POV

"'Cause the players' gonna play, play, play, play, play,
And the haters' gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake it off, shake it off! (oh, oh, oh!)"

The alarm song on my phone went off at 6:30 in the morning. The late August morning sun shone through the blinds in my room, hitting my on my pillow. Blinking and silently wishing that it wasn't the first day of my Senior Year in high school, I reached over to my bedside table or my phone to turn it off. But, weirdly enough, after turning it off, I went to my music app and started playing the full song. That sure woke me up.

After the song ended, I stretched as I crawled out of bed and walked over to my closet. Grabbing an outfit for my first day, I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and put my long, wavy, dark brown hair into a high pony tail on my head - after brushing it out, of course. I quickly dabbed on some blush, blue, black, and silver eyeshadow, black eyeliner, mascara, and clear lipgloss - I promised my sister I'd put on some makeup this year and I don't go back on my promises. Then I stopped the music and slipped on some knee-high black combat boots before grabbing my phone and blue-and-black book bag and walked out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen. Down there waiting for me were my siblings and parents, munching away on cereal or some sort of un-cooked pop-tart. My sister, Kyana, was the first to see me.

"Wow, Korra's lookin' like a bad-ass!" she stated as she broke down "badass" by its' syllables. I rolled my eyes at my sister's antics. Just because I decided to wear a blue tank top, a black leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, blue, black, and white camoflauge skinny jeans, and knee high black combat boots, doesn't really mean that I'm a - wait, never mind, that's pretty badass.

"As usual," I replied, smirking playfully as I grabbed a pack of chocolate pop-tarts from the box, popping pieces in my mouth as I checked the time on my phone.

"It's almost 7:00. We gotta get to the school early so we can get everything settled with our schedules and stuff," I said, my mouth half full of chocolate pop-tart.

"Korra, chew, before you know it, things will be flying out of your mouth - and they won't be words," Mom scolded me with playful smile. I rolled my eyes before swallowing and my siblings had grabbed their book bags.

"Is it okay if I take my motorcycle today? You can't really take away a first impression, and I want it to be good," I asked before following my siblings out the door.

"Sure, just make sure your siblings have their own ride, alright?" Daddy said, glancing at me over the paper. I clicked my tongue while giving him a thumbs up and went into the garage.

Okay, I didn't say anything before because I didn't wanna sound like a bratty snob, but my family is super rich. We have a four-story mansion with an equally large basement and penthouse with a pool and trampoline, a huge in-ground pool in the backyard, awesome basketball and tennis court, eight cars, four motorcycles, and a huge backyard. And what I love most about this place is that we have an AMAZING view of the beach out back. The backyard is huge, but it drops to a tall, but somehow grassy, cliff that leads down to the beach and the view is amazing. We set up a grill and some tables and chairs there for future holiday barbecues. And also, almost every room has a huge balcony that over looks the view of the beach. I go out on the one in my room to read or play my guitar to clear my head. Smelling the ocean really soothes you. This is gonna be our home for a long time, so ocean breeze is never gonna get old.

"Okay, Kyana, do you wanna ride the convertible with Santo while Nalok and I take the bikes or do you guys wanna make an interesting entrance and all ride the bikes?" I asked as I grabbed the keys to my black-and-blue motorcycle.

"Like you said - you can't really take away a first impression, and I'm pretty sure we all want it to be good," Nalok replied as he grabbe the keys to Daddy's black one. looks like he'll be stuck using the convertable.

"I'm cool with it," Santo replied, he too grabbing the keys to his own bike, my sister following in suit, "Let's do this." I smiled, them smiling in return. We grabbed our helmets, slipped on our gloves, opened our garage, and with me leading our way, we rode off to start from the beginning once again at Malibu Beach High School.

Yeah, so, Korra has three siblings instead of 10, and her parents are pretty famous. And she's a badass biker chick. Wow. This will be interesting. Leave a review for me, they're like chocolate bars to me, I love 'em!

DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT own "The Legend of Korra" or "Shake it Off". Belongs to Mike and Bryan and Taylor Swift.