Disclaimer/Author's Note/Full Summary: I don't own Victorious or any of the characters except Charli. Yeah, I know it's pretty early to be starting one of these, but I don't mind, I'll probably end up messing with things anyway.

So it's been a few months since Tori made the move to Hollywood Arts. Beck and Jade have finally broken up, but to Beck's dismay Tori seems to have developed a crush on someone else. That deserves a big old gasp! This is in no way what I think is going to happen, but I thought it would be fun.

*Charli Williams*

I woke to the alarm clock shrieking my name, with a groan I tried to slam the snooze button, then I remembered I didn't have an alarm clock. As I opened my eyes to my mess of just below the shoulder length, light ginger curls, I saw my little brother screaming at me. Instead of telling him to shut up, I smacked him across the face. That would teach the little bastard to make his obnoxious sound effects at me.

Pushing myself out of bed, I rubbed my hazel eyes and walked down the hall. "What up father figure?" I asked tiredly as I sat on the kitchen counter, watching him skillfully flip an omelet.

"You should be getting ready for school, aren't you going to that school for the arts? It starts in a while, you should get on some clothes at least." he pointed his spatula at me and looked over the rim of his glasses. All I knew was our Irish accent, I hadn't met anyone yet, but that was going to change today.

"Hey, don't shoot. I'll be back in a second." I smiled and ran back to my room. As I flipped through my closet I didn't really care what people thought of my style, which changed regularly. One day I would wear some old jeans and a tank top, another day maybe a dress, just because I felt like it. But today I'd wear some of my extensive amounts of 1960's fashion. Eventually, I decided on a green and blue tye-dye skirt that I loved to spin in. It was just fun to let the thing whoosh around me. Because I didn't want to go into hippie overload I pulled on a barely off-white tank top and pulled on some flip flops.

After a very rushed breakfast I raced out the door with my brother and dad. I was never sure what happened to my mom, she left when I was barely old enough to stand. Dad started the car, I kind of wished mine here. It would've been much easier if it were; I could drive myself to school instead. Then I had a sudden remembrance.

"Shoot, I'll be right back!" I ran back into the house and grabbed my guitar. Considering my dad was a pretty big Irish musician, I had been playing instruments for a long time. So far, guitar and piano were my strengths, but I was working on my bass and anything else I wanted to get my hands on. "Alright, now I'm ready to go."

When my dad finally pulled into the school, he almost ran into some guy walking in. Nice job, now we were going to be known as 'those crazy international people.' Let's see, that was us in Britain when we lived there for a year, but I wondered what they would think of here. As I was thinking of that, I felt my feet pulling me into the new and strange building. The interior of the place showed some real promise. All of the lockers were decorated in some amazing way, and then there was one boring looking gray one. With a glance down at my paper I realized that it was mine.

"Well, looks like that's mine to decorate." I muttered to myself as a few people passed by. A girl with unnaturally red hair stopped and smiled at me.

"Oh my God, you've got an accent! Say something again!" she demanded, looking at me happily and expectantly.

"Well to me it's not really an accent. To me, it's you with the accent. If you were in my country there'd be someone asking you to say something." I told the girl with a bit of a nod. It was kind of understandable that she wanted me to talk.

"No way, where are you from? What's your name? I'm Cat!" she smiled and held out her hand for me to shake. Shifting my guitar from my right hand to my left I shook her extended palm.

"I'm from Ireland, my name's Charli." I told her, looking over at my bland locker. "Any idea where I can get my hands on some paint?" I asked as the guy my dad nearly ran down came towards us, holding a puppet.

"Hey Cat, what's going on?" he asked through his puppet. Now I didn't mind ventriloquists, but sometimes they seemed a bit schizophrenic. Oh well, I could deal, this wasn't an average school and there weren't going to be average people.

"Oh hi Robbie, Rex, this is Charli. She moved here from Ireland!" Cat smiled and gestured towards me excitedly.

"Ireland? I hear it's really green there." Robbie piped in, forcing the puppet to look at him.

"Of course it is, you've seen the pictures." Rex retorted, earning a bit of a chuckle from me.

"Yes, Ireland is really green, just like the pictures. But I actually moved here from Britain, my dad came here hoping to escape them, no idea why though." I walked up to my locker, feeling like things were going to get pretty strange today.

"Oh my God, I love your skirt!" Cat remarked as the skirt whooshed around while I walked. But that was one of the reasons I loved it, that and it was brightly colored. "Hi Beck, hi Andre!" she was off again before I could thank her.

I got my things in my locker and the girl had come back with a couple more people who I guessed were Beck and Andre. When I glanced at them I wondered how many people I was going to meet before class actually started.

"I met the new kid!" she announced happily. As I waved to them and they returned the gesture, I still felt like things were pretty rushed. But maybe that was what things were like around here, quick and to the point. That was something I could live with.

"Hi, I'm Charli. Are things usually this fast-paced around here?" I asked, looking to both of the people.

"Yeah, you should've seen it when Tori got here. She earned Jade's hatred within a few minutes. Maybe that's because Jade's pretty hateful, or maybe it's because Tori spilt some coffee on Beck over here." Andre gestured towards the guy.

Usually I didn't form opinions of people so quickly, but this Beck guy was pretty cute. I just had to stick it out and not try anything. The guy was obviously into the music he was listening to.

"Dude, turn that down, you are going to go deaf!" Andre tugged the headphone out of his friend's ear. Beck looked around in a slightly dazed fashion, blinked a few times and looked at me.

"Hey, when did we get a new kid?" he asked, and a collective groan erupted from the rest of the people I was talking to. "What, have you guys seriously been talking this whole time?"