A/N: Welcome to 'The Sequel!' Creative title, I know. If you haven't read my other story, "This Is The Story Of A Girl', go read that first! It's pretty good, if I do say so myself.

So. On to the story. I am getting lots of inspiration from The Glee Project, so you might recognize some things in this story from that show.

*WARNING: This story is angstier and darker than the other. There will be character death. At one point in this story, you might want tissues. Not this chapter, but very soon.

Pilot

Maureen walked briskly into the school, her hair in tight braid down her back, her clothes ironed to perfection. Her phone was in her hands, texting rapidly, before a smile graced her face. But suddenly, she ran into a tall guy with dark brown hair that reached his eyebrows.

"Maurie!" Connor said, before grinning and hugging her. "How have you been? Sorry I didn't get a chance to hang out with you much this summer."

The Asian girl shrugged. "It's no problem. I mostly just went on vacation and talked to Tor. What about you?"

He checked his watch before shrugging, "Not much. Hannah and I went out a few times, but I haven't talked to her in about two weeks..." he looked down. "I'm kind of concerned."

"No need to be!" Hannah said loudly (too loudly), waltzing over in a new pixie cut. Her hair hit the bottom of her ears, and it had tons of layers. She smiled ad twirled in a circle, pretending to model. "What do you think of my new 'do?"

Connor nodded, "It's great."

"Really?" Hannah asked increduously, then put on her trademark fake smile, "I'm glad you like it." Her hands found the pocket of her...jeans? Yes, dark-wash wide leg jeans, paired with an off-shite peasant top and brown wedges. "So, how was your summer?"

Maureen shrugged. "It was alright."

Passing by the three teens was Daniella, wearing her usual skinny-jean-tee-shirt combo, hand in hand with Xriss. They were talking quietly, heads bent low.

Alice and S.J., now seniors, were talking happily over by Alice's locker. Tyler was moping beside Dane and Savannah, who both were laughing with Marie. Sam and Evan were walking down the hallway, enough distance between them where it wouldn't be bad, but close enough to tell there was something more.

A huge jock, Chip Friedman, the 'stud' of sophmore year, slammed Sam into the locker. "Homo..." he muttered, before laughing with his fellow jocks. Sam glared and walked up to him, his fedora shining in the flourescent light.

"Not worth it," Evan muttered as he pulled Sam away by his shoulder. Maureen looked on angrily and stood on a nearby chair, just randomly in the hallway.

"Hey! Let's stop this! There's no need to be so rude!" She yelled. "If you want to stop bullying, say it with me! No!" Silence. "No! No! No?" She looked around, then stepped down in defeat.

"Nice trying!" Hannah said, before pushing up her glasses. "I'm sure they all really wanted to, but they were scared of their reputation..." Connor nodded and slung an arm around Hannah.

She sighed and nodded. "Come on, let's get to glee club. First meeting of my junior year!" Maureen laughed.

"Same here!" Connor grinned.

Hannah rolled her eyes. "I'm just a feeble sophmore..."

"Okay, guys!" Mr. Schue grinned. "We have plenty of people to go to Sectionals with, first off. Secondly, I'm doing assignments a little differently this year. Each week I'm going to put a word or phrase, and you have to sing a song that reflects how you feel about that word or phrase."

He turned and scribbled on the board: INDIVIDUALITY. "See? So, you have to sing a song that represents your individuality."

Maureen smiled widely, "I'm good at this, I know excactly who I am!"

"Loud?" Savannah joked good-naturedly beside Dane.

She shook her head. "Ambitious!"

Hannah grinned, "I'm shy!"

Connor shook his head, "Nah, more like sweet, but I think I'm a biased. I'm pretty dorky."

"I'm peppy!" Savannah said, followed by a: "Quiet," from Marie.

Dane grinned, "I'm crazy!"

"Kind!" Alice and S.J. said in unison.

Mr. Schue nodded. "Great. Everybody come up with a song to express your individuality. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

A/N: I know it's short. I'm sorry. And the next update most likely won't be until a week from today. ): I'm going on a roadtrip, and I leave tomorrow.

**IMPORTANT:
Send in the song you want your character to sing, and any plot ideas.

ALSO, EQUALLY IMPORTANT:
I kind of hate myself right now. I have a great plot idea, but it requires reomving (ahem, killing off) a character I've grown really close to. Tell me, should I go through with it? It's great, and the Glee club really benefits from it, but should I? I want to, but I also don't want to.

Review?