Disclaimer: I do not own 13.

Note: I was cast as "Chorus 4" in 13 recently…and needed to make my character more deep. The other ensemble girls all decided to be "Popular Girls" or "Followers". I decided to shake things up a little bit. This is my character's story. (PS: My descriptions of the characters are not the same as how I would describe myself or my cast mates)

Chapter 1:

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be—

I slammed my hand on the snooze button of my alarm clock, and hopped out of bed. The first day of Junior High was today. I'm so thrilled.

I took a quick shower, ate breakfast, and then came upstairs to decide what to wear. Eventually I chose one of my brother's old Aeropostale shirts with a plaid shirt open over it, and my cargo shorts. I brushed through my dark red hair once, and then grabbed my visor beanie.

(For those of you who don't know what that is, click here: .com/store/images/T/cuff%20black%20beanie% )

I ran down stairs only to come face to face with the vicious monster also known as my sister, Jessica.

"Move it, Butch." She said to me as she put on her lip gloss.

"Alrighty, Bitch." I replied. She sighed at me, and continued up the stairs. Yes, she did have the looks and the girly-ness, but I had the wits and the drumming skills.

I put my visor beanie on, grabbed my grey backpack and my drumsticks, and headed out to my Dad's car. Once I had hopped into the shotgun seat, I pulled my iPod out of my pocket and put it on random. Jessica soon came outside, wearing a new set of heels, a short skirt, and a pink shirt. She was sixteen, a good three years older than me. I locked the doors to the car and ignored her when she started banging on the car door. After a while, she forfeited to me, and ran to "Daddy". He soon came out the door, and joined me in the front seat. Jessica sat in the back, satisfied with her phone in front of her.

"Are we taking anyone today?" I asked him.

"We're taking Eddie and Richie today." He replied. We both looked back at Jessica, who would have to sit between the two boys. She began to furiously text one of her friends, and completely ignored us. My Dad high-fived me, then began driving to Eddie's house.

Appleton, Indiana. It is probably the most exciting town you've ever seen. (Note my wonderful use of sarcasm.) Eddie's house is just like any other house next to it. Eddie himself was waiting on the porch, his backpack sitting next to him. He waved to his Mom through the screen door, then jogged up to the car.

"Hey Joey." He said as he entered the car. Once he was in we started towards Richie's house. Eddie handed me a keychain in the shape of a turtle.

"How was Hawaii?" I asked him.

"It was the best! They have great weather over there." He said, smiling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two more souvenirs. He handed a small bottle of lotion to Jessica, which she looked at quizzically, smelled, and finally tried; then he handed my Dad a sunset colored whistle. My Dad is the coach of the football team at the high school, thus, the whistle.

"What'd you do, Joey?" Eddie asked me. I grinned.

"I got a new drum set."

"No way!"

"Yup. It's the best one in all of Appleton." I boasted.

"That's not saying much." Jessica mumbled.

"Shut it. We're already at Richie's." I replied.

Richie grabbed his backpack and hopped in the car.

"Hey, how's it been Eddie?" he asked.

"Hawaii was great. How 'bout you?" Eddie said.

"Nothing much, besides playing ball with the guys." Richie returned. I coughed.

"And our fine young lady played ball with us too." Richie said sarcastically. Eddie laughed.

"What position did you play, Joey?" Eddie asked me.

"Receiver."

"Were you any good?"

"I wasn't as good as Malcolm, but I'm definitely runner up."

"Really?" Eddie asked. Richie and I nodded. Suddenly, Richie took a small piece of paper out of his pocket.

"What's your guy's schedule?" he asked. I grabbed mine from my backpack, and looked at Richie's.

"We have math, English, PE, and band together." I replied. Eddie handed me his. "We have math, Spanish and history together."

"Cool!" Eddie said. The car came to a stop. We were in front of the infamous Dan Quayle Junior High School.

"See you kids later!" my Dad said. Jessica was the first one out, and once we had all left the car she sat herself down next to our Dad. He drove off, and left us staring at our campus.

"Ready?" Richie asked us.

"Yeah." I replied.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Eddie joked. And with a small laugh, we headed into the dark depths of the torturous school day.