Voice-a-thon.
Westchester, New York.
October 4, 2011.

"Hello, Soprano Committee," Derrick drawled, materializing next to Kristen.

The blonde bit her lower lip, knowing what was coming. In comparison to Derrick's Beat Freaks, they'd done shamefully horribly that year's Voice-a-thon. Dylan and Nikki, the other members of the Soprano Committee, sighed, disappointed in themselves.

Derrick held up his first place trophy. "We got the top spot again! What about you guys? Second? Third? Oh, that's right. You didn't even rank in the top three."

"We know," said the hot-tempered Nikki.

Derrick smiled. "You guys did awesome-"

Dylan and Kristen looked up, not believing their ears.

"-ly horrible," Derrick finished, his smirk growing. He placed his arms around the two girls. "I love you three, you know? You always make the competition easier. Though, for us, there never is one."

"We always win," Josh finished for his friend, appearing next to Derrick. "I'm sorry that you won't be able to keep talking to Derrick, but he's gotta attend Skye Hamilton's party."

"You got invited to her party?" Kristen asked, gasping.

The Beat Freaks, thanks to their good looks, talented voices, and loads of money, were at the top of Octavian Day High's food chain. But even so, it surprised the girls that he had been invited to such an event. Skye Hamilton was a well-known model, therefore, her parties were only for the elite of the elite.

Derrick shook his head. "Isn't it obvious that we would?"

Kristen bit her lower lip. Of course it was. Derrick and his buddies were even more popular than their talented soccer team. They were at the top.

"See you losers!" Josh exclaimed, as he and his friend left, laughing at the three girls they'd left behind.

Unlike the Beat Freaks, the Soprano Committee was at the very bottom of the school's food chain.

"You shouldn't have asked," Nikki grumbled at Kristen, crossing her arms. "Now you've fed their ego."

Dylan pursed her lips. "It's not as if there isn't a reason for them to not have a big one."

Kristen sighed. "Don't worry, girls. We'll get them next time!"

"We didn't even qualify for regionals," Nikki informed her.

"But we will next year. Trust me."

Hastings High's Soccer Court
Malibu, California.
May 18, 2012.

"Go go go Pumas!" Massie exclaimed with all her might. A huge, proud grin was plastered on her face as she jumped around, cheering on for the Hastings Pumas in the California Soccer Finals. It was obvious they were going to win.

The game finally ended, with the Pumas winning by considerable amount of goals. Massie, as the captain of the cheerleaders, broke out into the school's official cheer. She began to dance to her routine, and her crew followed along. The students of her school in the stands cheered even louder than her.

That was proving to be the best last day of school ever.

Her school's team won the finals, she had been voted the most beautiful girl in all of her high school for the yearbook, and she'd just finished her junior year. That meant only one year left for her to start her well-thought-of plans. The one in which she was the boss of herself.

Conner Foley, the hottest member of the soccer team, approached her, looking even more handsome in his uniform.

"Hey, Massie," he said.

Massie smiled, looking up at him with flirty eyes. "Hey, Conner. Nice game today."

"Thanks," he replied with a grin, equally flirty. "You looked pretty good cheering for us today."

Massie giggled. "I know."

Conner bit his lower lip, smiling. "Well... I came here to ask you ahead of time to dance with me in the school's end-of-the-year dance this afternoon. I figured that there would be a line of guys asking you to dance, so I wanted to make sure I'd get to be with you."

"It's obvious we'll be named queen and king this party, we'll be spending much time together," Massie told him. She eyed him. "Which I'm definitely looking forward to."

Conner grinned, and Massie bit her lower lip.

"I've gotta go and get to my house. All of the cheer team is getting prepared there," Massie continued. "But it was very nice seeing you."

"You too," Conner replied.

It was not the best last day ever. It was the best day ever. And Massie was right, she was named queen of the dance and Conner became her king. People never stopped admiring her, complimenting her, and worshipping the ground she walked on.

Yes, it had been the time of her life.

Until she got home and her parents told her they were moving to Westchester.

a/n: Hey guys! I'm Elizabeth, a new writer here. So I just wanted to thank you for reading this (it means a lot!) and to point out a few things.

This is sort of inspired by this movie called Pitch Perfect. I haven't seen it yet, but I did see the trailer and a few clips. In fact, the Voice-a-thon part in this is slightly inspired by a part from the trailer. I'll also be taking some song ideas and glee club names later on from Glee, even though I've never watched the show :P I do listen to their covers, though, because most of them are pretty good.

Once again, thanks! Hope you liked it :)