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A/N: Yes, like the title says, this story is untitled, only because I couldn't think of a name for the story as I was typing it and I thought it sounded cool. -Shrugs- Okay, well, on to the summary, disclaimer, and actual story. --. Oh yes, I'm really trying to make this a story that isn't a Mary-Sue.

Summary: A new girl arrives at Horace Green Middle School, and is placed into Dewey's class. She likes to sit in the back and listen to the members of School of Rock rehearse as she reads. One day at lunch, she was singing, and I won't say she was good, but she wasn't bad either, and the girls from the band hear her and ask her to try out to get a part in the band. Sounds odd, and some people would probably say that it's Mary-Sues-ish, but trust me, it's not. Anyways, read and review please. I need all of the criticism I can get, but that doesn't mean I will tolerate flames.

Disclaimer: Sadly:( I own nothing except Willow. I would wuv to own Kevin Clark though. ;)

As the wind and rain lashed against the tall windows of Horace Green Middle School, Dewey Finn discusses with the "School of Rock" about the upcoming Battle of the Bands. "Now, we have to discuss the plans about Battle of the Bands." Dewey Finn told the students from behind his desk. "We need another backup singer, seeing as Tomika moved to... wherever she moved to." He stood up and walked infront of his desk. "Yes Tink?" Seeing that the Band Manager, Summer, had raised her hand.

"She said that she was moving to Florida."

"Ah yes, F-" Dewey directed his attention to the door as it opened and a girl appeared in the doorway. "Yes?"

"Um," The girl started in a soft British accent, as she adjusted the purple spectacles that covered her dull brown eyes and looked at a small piece of paper that was sogging. She walked in and closed the door with a loud thud. "Is this Mr.Finch's class? Wait. It's a bit smudged. I meant Mr.Finn." She asked, looking up at the only adult in the class.

"Shut up!" Dewey said to the class, who were laughing because the new girl thought his name was Mr.Finch. "Yes, this is Mr.Finn's class, but call me Dewey." He motioned her to come to the front of the class and held out his hand for her to shake. "Do you mind me asking why you are sopping wet?"

The girl, who's black, shoulder-length hair with blonde highlights, was plastered to her pale face, chuckled at Dewey and shook his hand, revealing black painted nails. "I was, ahem, walking to school since my mom couldn't take me, and it started to rain. A lot." She chuckled once more and stuffed her hands into her blue faded jeans.

"Ah, well, introduce yourself to the class and take a seat next to Spazzy." Dewey pointed to Freddy Jones, who the girl noticed, had spiky platinum blonde hair and grey eyes, and looked a lot like the boy she used to like at her old school.

"Wha?" Freddy looked up at Dewey, then the wet girl, then back at Dewey. "O...kay" He looked back down at his desk and continued doing what he was doing: drawing green flames on his drumsticks.

"Heh. Hello." The girl smiled at the class as they said "Hi" back.

"This girl is odd isn't she?" Zack leaned towards Freddy and whispered to him.

"Eh, she's okay." Freddy muttered, continueing to draw flames.

Hearing that someone she had never met thought she was odd made her smile disappear and was replaced by a frown. "Um, my name's Willow Guinevere Harris, but you can call me Willow or Will. Um, I transfered from London but that's the only place I've ever lived other than good ol' U.S.A and I was in a play, well musical, once. It was Phantom of the Opera and I played Christine. I guess that's all you need to know. Yeah." She walked solemly over to the seat on the right of Freddy and sat down. She took out a sketch pad and opened it. On the first page, was a picture of a flowing dress that she drew. On the second page was School of Rock in big letters and vines and blood wrapped around it.

"Nice picture Will. A bit morbid, but nice."

"Wha?" Willow turned to see who had just heard a comment, turned to see Freddy looking at her sketch. "Thanks... I guess." She grinned sheepishly.

"Somebody's got a crush on Will." Zack muttered softly to Freddy and snickered.

"I do not! Well, she's okay."

"Are you two talking about me?" Willow asked softly.

"Um, no. Not at all." Zack grinned sheepishly and stood up to go get something. When he was behind Willow and made sure that she couldn't see him, he made an air heart around her and pointed to Freddy.

"Stop!" He hissed, glaring at Zack.

"What!" Willow hissed back.

"Oh, I wasn't talking to you."

Willow sighed. "Okay then. We weren't properly introduced. I'm Willow Guinevere Harris. Like I said up there, you can call me Willow or Will. Or Scarlet." Seeing "Why Scarlet?" on his face, Willow laughed. "It's a long story.

Whenever I play Clue, I always choose Miss Scarlet. Actually, it's not a long story."

"Well, nice to meet you Scarlet." Freddy grinned sheepishly. "I'm Freddy Jones, but you can-"

"If you two lovebird's back there would like to stop your conversation and start concentrating about the Battle of the Bands then I would happily continue." Dewey said in their direction. Everyone in the class laughed, except

Summer and Katie.

Willow's cheeks turned a dark pink and turned away from Freddy. "Sorry." She muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile...

"That. That, witch!" Summer hissed to her best friend, Katie. "I can't believe she's trying to get my Freddy!"

"I know I'm your friend and all Summer, but, he isn't yours. I know you like him, but... oh whatever."

"Not whatever! I have to do something about this. I have to think of a plan." She huddled up with Katie and they started to come up with a plan to mess up Willow and Freddy... even though they didn't like eachother.

Okay! That's the first chapter! Please read and review. Also, please tell me if I should continue or not. Well, see you next chapter!

TheLostSlytherin.