"Beck! Get out of bed! Its your first day at this school and if your late, your guitar is going In the trash!" Beck's mother yelled through the door and into his room. 14-year-old Beck Oliver woke up with a groan, but he knew that he needed to get up and get ready. Today was his first day at Hollywood Arts High School. His family had just move to California just for Beck to attend this school. His constant badgering and leaving brochures around his old house in Canada finally convinced his mother to talk to his father about moving to California. Beck's mother had always believed in him and his dreams of being on the big screen or on a stage, so she had to work extra hard to make her husband agree that Beck would not let this go to waste, that he would actually work extra hard and not give up.

Beck dragged himself out of bed and got dressed in the clothes he had set out the night before. He went into his bathroom in his new room and fixed his hair and brushed his teeth. When Beck got downstairs, he was almost blinded by a flash. When his eyesight returned to normal, he saw his mother holding a disposable camera pointed towards him. "Yay! First Day!" She exclaimed.

Beck rolled his eyes at his mothers enthusiasm mixed with a small amount of sarcasm. "Stop, mom." He said. "Please don't do this again. I already had to do it once when we first moved to Vancouver." She sighed and rolled her eyes at her son. Beck had gotten that carefree attitude from his father, and she hated it.

"Beck, please," she said. "Don't act like that! You should be excited! It's your first day at Hollywood Arts! Don't forget that we moved here JUST for you to attend this school." Beck smiled, he didn't think his parents were going to let him forget that. He was going to here about it during every argument, fight, and so on.

"Morning," a deep voice came from behind Beck. He turned around to see his father, dressed in his best suit. While today was Beck's first day at school, today was Beck's father's first day at his new job. Beck's father, Mauricio, used to work as the manager of a local music orchestra. It was from him that Beck got his interest in music. Today, Mauricio would be starting his new job of managing a young starlet that called herself Aiesha.

"Morning, babe." His mother said, and kissed him on the cheek. "You excited to meet this spoiled brat that obviously got into the music business for the sake of popularity?" Beck's dad chuckled. He always loved his wife's sense of humor.

"Yes Cassie, I am most delighted to meet this girl." Mauricio said. Cassie began to fix her husbands tie as he was looking Beck up and down.

"You look all dressed up son, trying to make an impression on someone at this school on the first day?" Beck laughed at his fathers snide remark, and then rolled his eyes.

"Yes dad, I'm already trying to impress a girl on my first day of going to this school." His father smiled and looked back at his wife. "So, what are your plans for today, hun?" he asked her.

"Well, me and Meg are probably going to unpack most of the other boxes that we were to lazy to unpack before."

Meg was Beck's little sister. She was twelve and the most annoying thing Beck has ever seen. He didn't hate her, but he didn't particularly like her either.

"Hah, good luck getting her out of bed long enough to even get her to move an inch." Beck said. His mother laughed and approached her son.

"Aww, my little Boogala is starting his first day at a big Hollywood performing school." She said in a fake Romanian accent. This was what Beck loved about his mother, she was quite the actress. It was from her that both Beck and Meg have gotten the inspiration to become an actor. Beck has been in many plays and has played the leads in almost all of them.

"Oh man, It's almost six thirty, I have to go." His father said. "You ought to get going to Beck, don't want to be late on impressing those ladies, right?" He smiled at him.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Beck said with a smirk. He quickly kissed his mother on the cheek said his goodbyes. He grabbed his keys and his bag and he was out the door.

Beck hopped into his truck and started her up. It may be a shock to some people, but Beck could drive. He had just gotten his permit the day that they moved to California. He only had his permit, but his parents trusted him enough to drive without an adult. He drove down the road for about five minutes until he saw that huge colorful school that was Hollywood Arts. He was amazed at how huge this school was. He found a parking spot near the front of the school and walked up to the front doors.

'This is it' He thought to himself. Beck opened the door and walked in. what he saw would never even be in his wildest dreams. It was beautiful and bright. There were teenagers dancing, singing, and doing things he would never be allowed to do in his old school. The lockers were decorated with the most weird things. He saw one that had baby bottle tops on it, and even saw one decorated with scissors. Beck looked around at all of the bright décor, and almost jumped when he saw a flash of bright red hair jump in front of him.

"HI!" he heard a scream. Beck looked down to see a short redheaded girl. She was flashing him a huge smile. Beck took a step back because she was so close to him, he couldn't even stand up straight.

"Um, hi?" Beck said, but it came out as more of a question. She giggled at him.

"My name is Cat! What's yours?" she asked him.

"Beck." He said. "Beck Oliver. I just moved here from Canada."

"Well, Beck Oliver. Welcome to Hollywood Arts! It was nice to meet you! Who knows, maybe we will be in some of the same classes. Well bye!" and she skipped away. Beck had a weird feeling that he would be seeing this girl a lot more often.

He saw a sign that said 'Office' and walked towards the door. When he walked in, he was introduced to the more neutral part of Hollywood Arts. It was a very modern office with neutral browns and tans, but with silver and light wood decorations.

"Can I help you?" A man asked him. Beck smiled at him and nodded.

"My names Beck Oliver. Today is my first day here and I thought I should come here for my schedule."

"Oh yes! I was told that you would be arriving today. My name is Lane. I am going to be your guidance counselor. Anyway, we have set up for you to follow one of our students around for your first day and then we will put you on your regular schedule for tomorrow. One moment please." Lane walked over to what Beck supposed was his desk and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Yeah, Shirley, can you please send Andre Harris down to the office please? Thanks." Lane smiled and hung up the phone.

"Andre will be here in a minute. He is a great kid, so I think you two will get along great." Lane yet again smiled at him. About two minutes later, an African American boy walked into the office. He was about Beck's height, which was 5'5. He was medium built, and had short brown dreads. He seemed like a cool person.

"Hey, wassup?" he said. The boy reached his hand out to shakes Beck's, which he gladly accepted. "I'm Andre. It's nice to meet you." He said with a warm smile.

"I'm Beck." He said. He was at least happy that there was someone who was trying to be nice to him. It was then that Lane cleared his throat.

"Well, Andre. Beck here is going to be following you around to your classes all day and then we will put him on his schedule tomorrow."

"Okay." Andre said. "Why don't you follow me and I will show you to your locker." Lane then told the boys that Beck's locker number would be 143. The two boys then walked out of the office and went to find Beck's locker. On the way, Andre started to make conversation.

"So," Andre said. "What brings you here to Hollywood Arts?"

Beck smiled at the question. He felt that he would be getting a strange reaction from everybody who asked him that question. Not a lot of parents these days really care enough about their children to move countries just so they can have the education they want or to fulfill their dreams.

"Well, I want to be an actor. One day, I heard about this school and I thought it would be the perfect chance to get the start that I need. So here I am." Beck flashed a smile.

"Cool, so where are you from?" Andre asked.

"Canada." Beck said in a low voice. Andre's eyes flashed with a bit of shock.

'Wow, your not in Kansas anymore, are you toto?" he joked. Beck laughed at his attempt to be funny. Andre then asked Beck for his schedule.

"Oh cool," Andre said. "We have three classes together." The two boys then found Beck's locker. Unlike everybody else's, his was just plain gray with no decorations.

"So, why is my locker Gray?" Beck asked.

"Well, you need to decorate it and it wont be." Andre stated. Beck's eyes went wide with surprise.

"You mean that I get to actually draw all over my own locker?" He asked. Andre nodded. Beck chuckled and smiled wide. At his old school, that would be considered vandalism. This is which another reason that he loved this school already. Beck kneeled down to get to his locker and opened it to put his books inside.

"Hey, Andre!" Beck heard a squeaky voice behind him.

"Yo, Dreads!" he heard a voice that was similar, yet deeper.

Beck turned around to see a boy with an afro walking towards them and, was that a puppet in his arms? Beck had to blink a couple of times to actually make sure that his eyes weren't lying to him. The boy had a curly afro and had a bit of a nerdy style. He had glasses that hung on the bridge of his nose and they looked way to big for him.

"Hey Robbie!" Andre said. When the boy approached, the two fist bumped and Andre introduced the odd boy to Beck.

"Beck, this is Robbie Shapiro." Robbie smiled at Beck and gave him a quick 'Hiya!' and Beck just said 'Hey'

"Oh, and um, the puppet is Rex." Beck looked at the puppet with confused eyes.

"whadup, hair fluff." So that was the deeper voice that Beck had heard, and it was a puppet.

"Um, Hi?" Beck had used the same tone of voice that he used with Cat. He then turned to Robbie.

"I must admit, you do have some great ventriloquist skills, man." He said with a smile. Robbie had a confused look on his face.

"Ventriloquist?" Robbie asked.

"What does this kid mean, dreads?" the pup- um, Rex said. Beck's brows furrowed and he looked at Andre. He was about to say something but Andre just said not to worry about it.

"So," Robbie said. "Have either of you seen Cat? I cant find her and she has the rash cream I gave her because she wouldn't shut up about how her brother did something and she needed the cream to make him stop screaming at night. I didn't want to listen to her talk about her crazy brother forever so I gave it to her to make her shut up." Beck didn't know what to say. The conversation had just proved to him that everybody but one person he had met were the weirdest people he has ever met.

"Oh, yeah, um I saw her when I got here. She went down that way" Beck said, while pointing down the hall to show Robbie where Cat went.

"Great, Thanks Beck!" and Robbie ran away with his puppet to go find Cat.

"Yup, your going to meet people here that are a lot weirder than that!" Andre joked. Beck laughed, but he was interrupted by the front doors of the school being slammed open. He then looked over to see what he thought was the most beautiful thing in the world.

It was a girl, no an angel. She was pale, but glowing. Her hair was a dark brown that reminded him of chocolate, but it had a few blue and purple streaks in it. She had a piercing in her left eyebrow and had a small tattoo on her neck. From what Beck could see, he thought that it read the word 'Karma'. She wore white skinny jeans, a black tee shirt, and black converse. Too him, he was the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

She turned her head and saw him looking. They instantly locked eyes and Beck felt the heat of a blush rise to his cheeks. She had a bit of a glare in her eyes, from which Beck thought was from a force of habit, but she did have the evidence of a small smirk on her lips. When their stare broke Beck looked around to see that almost every boy, even Andre, was staring at her.

"Day-um, West! You looking good baby!" a guy across the hall yelled to the girl. Beck looked back at the girl quick enough to see her roll her eyes. Everybody in the hall was silent, they seemed to be afraid of what might happen. The girl simply turned around to look at the boy that hollered at her, who had a perverted smirk on his face that Beck just wanted to slap off.

She let out a small laugh.

"Go fuck yourself, Ryder." She said.

A bunch of ohh's went through the hallway, and the smirk on Ryder's face was instantly gone. The girl, 'West', smiled in triumph. She then walked up to her locker, threw her bag in, grabbed a notebook and what seemed to be a pear phone, and slammed the locker shut. She then walked down the hall and pretended like nothing happened. Beck looked at Ryder and he had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Damn," he overheard Ryder say. "She is such a bitch but I would kill to tap that.".

Beck just laughed and looked back at Andre.

"Who was that girl?" he asked, with a bit too much anticipation.

"Her? That was Jade, Jade West. She is like the biggest bitch in the school, and she is only a freshman, like us. Yet again, she is also the HOTTEST girl in the school too. Everybody wants to get with her. Guys want to date her and girls want to be her. I just wouldn't go after her though."

"Why not?" Beck asked.

"She bites." Andre joked.

(A/N- I know that the plot has been used a lot, but I'm planning on having this story turn out to be something a lot different then the others. Enjoy.)

~Trixxie