The sun reflected off the girl's pretty, green-grey eyes, thrusting them into their emerald green state. She tossed her long, brown hair away from her shoulder and continued her walk, the wind plastering her loose striped polo shirt to her body. She didn't bother stopping, though. She had somewhere to go.

Finally, the girl found the sign she'd been looking for. "Miss Raven's Talent Facility…I hope I'll fit in alright…" she muttered to herself, approaching the huge school building. Walking inside, she spotted a small desk layered with pieces of paper. Blinking, she walked closer. "A sign-up sheet? Awesome, that's just what I needed," she exclaimed gleefully.

"I'm glad you found it alright, dear," a voice said from behind her. The girl spun on her heels and found herself face-to-face with a woman who appeared in her forties, with black hair pulled in a top-knot, and blue eyes. She was wearing a dress with a black skirt and a white bodice, with a black tuxedo jacket hanging loosely over her shoulder. A top hat was arranged lopsidedly on her head. "My name is Miss Raven. Are you here to join the school?"

"Yes ma'am, I am," the girl said politely. "Is this where I sign up?"

"Indeed it is," Miss Raven answered. Then two young children called her name and Miss Raven hustled away.

The girl blinked. "Name and age, hmm? Not too hard."

Abberleigh Johnson-18

"WELCOME NEW STUDENT!" someone screamed. Abberleigh squeaked and jumped. "You're eighteen too? Maybe we'll be in some of the same classes! Oh wait, of course we will—I'm in all six! My name is Grace."

"N-nice to meet you," Abberleigh whispered. "I'm Abberleigh. You can call me-"

"I'm gonna call you Bubbles, OK? Yay! Alright, see you around, Bubbles!" With that, Grace turned and skipped away. Abberleigh stared after her, dumbfounded.

"Who is that girl? In all six what? There are only six classes? What kind of school is this?!" she whined to herself.

"There are six specialty classes only. But there's math, English, history, and all that too, so don't freak out. And by the way, I'm Blue."

Abberleigh slowly turned. A boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes faced her. He had a scowl on his face, but when Abberleigh turned to him, his expression gradually softened. "Thank you, Blue. I'm Abberleigh. You can call me Abbi," Abberleigh introduced.

"No problem. Don't mind that Grace, she's an idiot. You know, you're awfully pretty. Maybe we'll room together this year. And if you need help, just come find me," Blue said. He took the pencil from Abberleigh's hand, and she watched him write his name below hers:

Blue-18

"Your name is just Blue? That's not even a nickname?" Abberleigh questioned. "Strange…"

"Yeah, I don't really have a 'real' name…we're all strange here, anyways," Blue added. "That's the whole reason we're here in the first place! Anyways, if you have questions, then…yeah. Just look for me." Then he smiled at her and walked away. Abberleigh found herself blushing slightly. She quickly covered her face with her hand and tried to force the blush down. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the girl named Grace eyeing her somewhat jealously.

I wonder why…oh! She must like Blue! Abberleigh reasoned in her mind. As she was pondering things, two more boys approached the sign up sheet. Abberleigh was jostled aside by one of them, and she let out an irritated cry. "Hey, be careful!" she ordered.

"Why don't you? Look, I was trying to get through, so you should have moved," the boy who'd jostled her commented. He had spiky green-grey hair, the same color as Abberleigh's eyes. His own eyes were a dull blue.

"Who do you think you are?" Abberleigh huffed.

In response, the boy wrote his name and age.

Kyoya Tategami-18

"That's who." Then Kyoya turned to the other boy, grunted, and left. The other boy, with tall orange hair and brown eyes, rolled his eyes and wrote his name.

Crow Hogan-17

He looked at Abberleigh. "Don't mind Kyoya. He's a jerk. Hey, have you seen Blue?"

Abberleigh nodded. "I think he's over there."

"Thanks. I'm Crow, Blue's best buddy. But he left me behind. I came to find him," Crow explained.

"Oh. Well, he seems pretty nice. You would know, wouldn't you? What is his relationship with Grace?" Abberleigh asked.

Crow frowned. "Oh, well…Grace is Blue's ex-girlfriend," he said.

Abberleigh nodded. "That's so sad…and she still has feelings for him?"

"I guess. Look, here comes Chazz!"

Abberleigh watched a tall boy with spiky black hair and dark grey eyes hurry up to the sheet and scrawl his name on the paper.

"There. Signed up. Miss Raven, who am I rooming with?" he yelled across the room to Miss Raven. Miss Raven sighed.

"You're rooming with Crow this time, Chazz. In room 256."

"Cool. I hope you don't mind nightmares, Crow. I'm gonna go sleep now," the boy announced, running off. Abberleigh peered down at his hastily written signature.

Chazz Princeton-18

"Huh…Chazz Princeton? I think I've heard that name in a book, or whatever," Abberleigh said. "Most of these people are boys."

"'Most' isn't 'all' though, hon," a girl behind her cooed. Her hair was honey brown, and her eyes were the color of almonds. Another girl stood behind her, vibrant red hair tucked behind her ears and blue eyes dim. Her eyes lowered and the brunette girl scrawled her name on the paper fancily, her friend following suit.

Celeste Longsworth-19

Astrid Starfellow-19

"Oh, you girls are nineteen? That's rare," Abberleigh commented. "I'm Abberleigh Johnson, eighteen years old."

"Nice to meet you, dear. I'm Celeste and this is Astrid. Look, she's letting her hair out of the bun for the first day of school!" the brunette squealed. "Isn't that exciting?"

"I guess," Abberleigh muttered. Suddenly, she heard someone clear their throat behind her. When she turned, there stood a new boy, hair black as a raven's feathers and eyes that were part orange, part brown. Abberleigh blinked. "Oh…hello…"

"If you're done, would you move?" the boy sighed impatiently. "Some people actually want to sign up."

Rude much? Abberleigh thought. But the boy was right; Abberleigh, Astrid, and Celeste were blocking the sign-up sheet. Abberleigh moved and watched the boy write.

Shun Kazami-18

"Shun, honey! Wait for me!" a girl squeaked. She scribbled her name under Shun's.

Irene Bush-18

She blew a strand of green hair out of her blue eyes. Shun blushed.

"I wish you'd stop calling me that," he muttered uncomfortably.

"But you're my boyfriend," Irene pointed out.

Shun's blush deepened. "Irene…! Forget it, let's go over here…" He stalked away and Irene followed him obediently.

Abberleigh giggled. "It's funny seeing that guy blush. He seems so stoic."

"Because he is," Celeste giggled. "Hey, what room are you in?"

Before Abberleigh could answer, Miss Raven handed her a key. "Room 334."

Abberleigh nodded her thanks. "Who is my roommate?"

"Look out! Guy with bombs comin' through!" someone called. Abberleigh squeaked and jumped aside. The person who'd just come in grabbed the pen and wrote their name.

The person had long, golden hair and blue-grey eyes, so Abberleigh assumed it was a girl. But at the same time, the person's voice was so deep that she was almost sure it must be a boy. She watched them write for clues.

Deidara-18

That's it? Some clue…I think this person is Japanese, but I have no knowledge at all about Japanese names. It could be a boy or a girl, Abberleigh thought hopelessly. She didn't want to be rude and ask, but she was terribly curious. The person faced her and smirked.

"Hey," the person said. "I'm Deidara. What's your name?"

"Oh, uh…I'm Abbi. Abberleigh, actually…but just Abbi is fine," Abberleigh said awkwardly. Deidara snatched a key from Miss Raven and read the tag hanging off of it.

"Room 334," Deidara announced. "What room are you?"

"334," Abberleigh said. After a moment, she exclaimed, "We're roommates!"

"They let boys room with girls here, un? How interesting," Deidara commented.

"You're a boy, then!" Abberleigh squeaked. "I thought you were, but with your hair and all…"

Deidara's smile faded. "Um…yes. I'm a boy."

"Yes! Oh, um…was that offensive?"

"Yes…it was."

"Oh. Sorry."

Deidara chuckled uncomfortably. "No problem, I guess. So, I'll see you in the room then, un!"

Abberleigh smiled at him. "Yes, you will. Give me a minute."

Deidara nodded and then sped off. Abberleigh chuckled to herself.

"Make way, make way! The great Iori-chan wishes to pass through! Ugh, stop jostling me!"

Abberleigh spun. A new group of people was entering, and Abberleigh felt she recognized every one. She watched them all write in turn. The first was a young-looking girl with reddish-brown hair and pinkish-red eyes.

Iori Minase-15

The next girl had brown hair and eyes, and she stumbled up to the paper and took the pen from her friend, the girl named Iori. "I-I think I'll try it...I mean, I'm sure...I'll fit in fine," she said quietly. Then she signed her name.

Yukiho Hagiwara-16

Abberleigh was sure now. These names were so familiar. But she couldn't be sure until the last girls wrote their names.

The next had black hair pulled into a long ponytail and blue eyes. She bounced over to the sign-up sheet. "This'll be so excitin'! I wish Takane were here for this, but she and Azusa—and Ritsuko too—they were all too busy, or too uninterested, or too old. Whatever, I'll have so much fun here. I jus' know it!"

Hibiki Ganaha-16

The second-to-last girl in the group was now signing her name. "I hope people don't ignore me because they think I'm clumsy," she whined. Her eyes were blue, and her hair short and brown like her friend Yukiho's. This girl's hair was slightly redder. "I know I fall over a lot, but I'm not that much of a klutz!"

Haruka Amami-16

Abberleigh was excited now. She was sure—no, positive—that these were the girls she'd been thinking of. She tried not to make a fuss while the very last girl wrote her name.

"They'll probably laugh, Haruka. What I want to know is whether or not they'll allow me to wear frilly dresses in school! I'm hoping I'll actually get at least one guy to notice me," she added. The girl examined the page with purple-grey eyes. "Oh, it only asks for name and age? I thought it'd need an address, or phone number, or parent signature...I'm glad it doesn't, though."

Makoto Kikuchi-16

"IT'S REALLY YOU GUYS!" Abberleigh cried. Makoto jumped and let out a startled cry. "Ohmigosh, you're the iDOLM STER characters! I love all your songs...oh, especially the ones you sing, Makoto!"

Makoto moaned. "Great, I've only been here for three seconds and I already have another female fan..."

"No no, not like that, Makoto," Abberleigh laughed. "Although, you do make an awfully cute guy."

Makoto moaned again.

"Sorry, sorry...I'm Abberleigh. But you can call me Abbi for short. Don't bother introducing yourselves, I know who you are. Anyways, I'll see you in class, OK guys? But wait, where are Ami and Mami? And Azusa, and Producer, and-"

"Ami was too busy and Mami wouldn't go without her. Azusa is too old, and Producer is also too old—and too busy also," Hibiki interrupted. "But we're here!"

"And I'm so happy about that...oh, I promised my roommate that I'd meet him at the room, so...bye guys!" She started to run off.

"WAIT!" Makoto shouted after her. Abberleigh froze and turned. "They let guys room with girls here?"

"Yes, apparently," Abberleigh answered. "Why, you hoping you'll get a male roommate?"

"Maybe we'll get to know each other really well and he'll fall in love with me. I don't know. And it'd help if he wasn't a pervert," Makoto said. "So, what is this school like?"

"I have no idea," Abberleigh admitted. "I'm a first year too."

Haruka giggled. "Oh, I just want to get my room key so I can unpack. Have you seen Miss Raven?"