Chapter 1:
Under the blazing, humid summer sun, just mere few miles away from the famous and glamourised HollyWood sign stood HollyWood Arts High School.
HollyWood Arts stood, surrounded by various other buildings. Some were large shopping malls and others were smaller, yet profitable buisnesses. However, HollyWood Arts stood out and for all the right reasons. It was unique, individual and artistic- cleverly reflecting the students who were enrolled there. Inside the building were large, bustling corridors and an extensive amount of rooms. Unsurprisingly, each room was used, for a different and creative purpose. These purposes were displayed endlessly, on several posters, which proudly littered the walls. Filling them, with vibrant colours and eye-catching photographs and words. Every poster was competing with the others around it; all of them appeared to be shouting there worth and persuading people, to take notice of them.
The lockers were a whole different story.
All the lockers had been assigned to the students, who reflected their personalities upon them; allowing their true passions and emotions to radiate, from something which would usually appear so simple. The lockers ranged from all kinds of designs. From a fluorescent 'Make It Shine'; a simple yet effective keyboard; a transparent locker, which claimed to hide no secrets; a black locker, decorated with threatening scissors and even one covered in the nipple ends of baby bottles. However, these designs raised more questions, than what they answered. Anyone who didn't belong to HollyWood Arts would be automatically intrigued, by the creativity of the student's minds.
Humming a soft, gentle tune to himself, André, pressed on the slim keys of his keyboard, that was attached to his locker. Swiftly swinging the door open, he began carelessly pulling the books out of his locker and scanning his eyes over each one, clearly searching for one in particular. Slowly, growing more and more irritated, André shoved his loose dreadlocks from his face and sighed restlessly. Shaking his head tiredly, he began awkwardly searching through his books, once again.
"Heeyyy" Tori sang, as she made her way up to her best friend, jiggling her hips slightly.
"Heeyyy" she repeated, somewhat demandingly. Furrowing her eyebrows, she allowed her eyes to assess André's distressed state and a mix of both concern and confusion formed her new expression.
"What are you looking for?"
"My song!" He shouted, desperately, "It was right here, yesterday" he said, pointing vigorously to the contents of his locker, which now spilled out and threatened to fall to the floor. "Right. Here!"
"Well I'm sure it's okay." Tori said, placing her delicate hands onto his dark arms, "I'm sure your new song will turn up, soon."
"You think so?" André asked, hope lighting his deep brown eyes.
"Yeah." She simply responded, nodding reassuringly.
After their surprisingly straightforward conversation, a giddy redhead skipped, joyfully up to them, batting her eyelashes, innocently.
"Hiii" she greeted, with an absentminded smile.
"Hey, Cat" Tori responded.
"Yeah. What up little red?" André chipped in.
Cat giggled and squated André's arm, playfully, before explaining something, about her bizarre brother, painting the entirety of his body purple.
Soon after, Robbie approached, awkwardly, with an obvious hurt expression, masking his nerdy features. He offered them a weary smile, before turning hesitantly back to the puppet, which sat arrogantly on his hand.
"I already apologised, for that!" Robbie stuttered, trying to get Rex's attention.
"You didn't defend me, when that witch called me a 'puppet'" Rex huffed and turned his head away from Robbie and mumbled something, about 'betrayal'.
Meanwhile, Tori and André shared a confused glance and shook their head's dismissively, while Cat patted Robbie's shoulder, comfortingly.
Stomping fiercely up to the group, Jade span round and pointed an accusing finger, in her boyfriend's direction.
"Don't deny it, Beck!" She yelled, firmly, anger flaring in her sparkling blue-green eyes. "You used that tone of voice, on me."
Beck stood directly in front of her, clearly unfazed, by her anger. Robbie, on the other hand, had retreated to hiding, behind André.
"There wasn't a tone!" Beck shouted back, running a frustrated hand through his signature hair.
"You know what?" Jade stated, whilst spining her body away from him, "Let's just forget it."
Beck attempted to but in, but was cut off, by Jade, who once again snapped and demanded they just 'forget it'.
The rest of the group sighed and rolled their eyes. Typical Beck and Jade.