(3rd Person POV)

The large building loomed almost ominously at her, the large flags waving in the wind as the sun cast eerie shadows on the sidewalk. This was definitely a place she was going to like, looking around she spotted a bunch of over active students, laughing and pushing each other around as they walked through the gate. Yes, she was really going to like this school, what school you ask? Barden University, she thought that for such a fun school, they had a lame ass name. Grabbing her worn out black duffle bags from the back seat of the small sedan. You'd think for how much money her family had that they would have a better car, like a sports car or something, but no, they don't. She said good bye to her mom and dad and started off towards the main building, her parents had come late last night and put the rest of her boxes in her room, something about her being incapable or something. Frankly she couldn't give a shit, she was just glad she didn't have to drag the boxes up two flights of stairs. She was almost to the door when a perky looking blonde stopped her , or should she say, fake blonde.

"Hi! Welcome to Barden University, what dorm?" The blonde asked, her name tag stating her name was Peggy and that she was the welcoming committee, her fake smile was about as fake as her hair color.

"Franklin" Skylar replied back roughly, she just wanted to get to her room and take a nap, then find her way to Meller Hall for dance tryouts. Which was the only reason Skylar was at this school, she loved hip-hop dance, and Barden had an amazing dance program that could launch her career.

"Okay, what you're going to do is go left, then take a the next–" Skylar zoned out, this girls voice was like nails on a chalk board, her head snapped almost painfully fast to the side when she recognized the sound of beat-boxing, back at her old school, beat-boxing and hip-hop dance went hand in hand so she knew the sound well. Only problem was she couldn't pin point where it was coming from.

"Your map and your official BU rape whistle, now remember, don't blow it unless it's actually happening" Fake blondes voice pushed its way into her head and she looked back to the obnoxiously happy girl.

Skylar grabbed the whistle and stuck it into her bra, good place for a rape whistle right? Pushing past fake Barbie and dragging one of her bags behind her as she carried the other on her shoulder. Now it was time for her to find her dorm, and she couldn't for the life of her remember where Barbie said it was and she really didn't care. Great day for a walk. Pushing past people impatiently as she made her way towards what she thought was the right building, it wasn't.

"Well shit" She exclaimed, reading the sign on the building that said, Telmon Hall, that wasn't even close to Franklin, picking up her other bag and slinging it over her other shoulder, she slowly walked over to some other buildings. Her heavy bags digging into her shoulders painfully.

"Do you need help?" Someone whispered so quietly that Skylar didn't even think anyone was there until she turned around, seeing a small Korean girl dressed in hipster clothes and sitting on the stairs of the building next to her.

"Um, yeah, thank you" Skylar said, handing off one of her bags to the Korean girl, she struggled lightly with picking it up but eventually got it. Steading herself on the post next to her as she looked over at Skylar.

"What dorm?" The girl whispered again, Skylar was starting to think that she just didn't like talking at a normal level, Skylar didn't really like people so all power to the girl if she wants to whisper.

Skylar looked over her sheet to make sure she had it right, "Franklin" She said, holding up the paper to the small hipster girl.

"Follow me" The girl whispered, starting to walk forward before Skylar could even reply, they walked in silence most of the way, neither really being a fan of small talk so it was nice to just walk. They came up to a large red brick building that had the word Franklin on it in bold letters. How did Skylar miss that? The small Korean girl handed her the bag and started to walk off, not even waiting to catch her name. "Okay then" Skylar thought, yelling her name at the girl as she disappeared around the corner, laughing softy, Skylar pushed the large glass double doors open and started her trek up the two flights of stairs. They really needed an elevator here.

Panting heavily as she got to the top of the stairs, throwing her heavy ass bags down and dragging them down the hall towards 7B, she fished her key from her pocket and stuck it in the lock. Unlocking the door and swinging it open, she threw her bags on the small twin bed that was on the other side of the room, the bed on the right was already made and looked like someone had already set their stuff up.

"Yay, I get a roommate" Skylar thought sarcastically, starting to unpack her boxes that her parents had left all over the floor on her side of the dorm. She shook her head lightly, her parents never respected her stuff. She put her band posters all above her bed, they consisted of bands and singers like: Eminem, Lil-Wayne, Skrillex, Dr. Dre, Chris Brown, T-Pain, Fall Out Boy, and the Plain White T's. Making her bed with her skull and cross bones comforter set, she was onto her clothes when the door to her room opened and a big-boned blonde girl came in. Skylar hated calling anyone fat, because she just didn't believe anyone was, everyone's perfect how they are. Which was one of the reasons she didn't mind when people called her weird or a freak, because it didn't bother her, she liked who she was.

"What's up Shawshank?" The blonde asked, throwing herself down on Skylar's bed.

"Um, nothing?" Skylar said, laughing softly as she hung up another shirt in her small walk in closet.

"I'm Fat Amy, and you are?" The girl Skylar now knew as 'Fat Amy' asked, standing up and looking at Skylar's posters and knick-knack's.

"I'm Skylar, and you call yourself Fat Amy?" Skylar asked, her face giving away the shock she felt as her mouth popped open a little.

Amy smiled over her shoulder, looking Skylar up and down as she said, "Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back"

Skylar couldn't help the smile that fought its way onto her face, she had a feeling that her and Amy were going to be very good friends, she finished hanging up her clothes and checked the time. She didn't have time to take a nap anymore, she had to get to dance auditions.

"Well Amy, I have to get to dance auditions, but it was nice meeting you" Skylar said, grabbing her purse and a change of clothes to dance in, Amy smiled and said bye but Skylar barely caught it as she raced out the door. This was Skylar's big chance, her shot to make it into the big leagues, she had to ace her audition. Racing across the quad she almost tripped over a few people but she righted herself before things got embarrassing, muttering a quick sorry before she was off once again. She went to a few buildings before she finally found the right one, smiling as she stared up at the large building, she pushed open the door and walked in, slightly out of breath from running as she attempted to tell the lady behind the counter her name. The lady nodded and pointed her in the right direction, quickly Skylar ran to the bathroom and changed into her dance clothes, which consisted of a white wife beater that she had stolen from her ex-boyfriend and cut into a half top, and her camouflage cargo pants. She stared herself down in the small dingy mirror that was in the bathroom, her nerves were getting the best of her as she tried to calm her racing heart, she had danced in front of hundreds of people in competitions, so why is three people so hard for her? Oh right, because they hold her very future in the palm of their hands. She took in a large calming breath and exited the bathroom, walking through the door that led to the auditorium and walked up to the large stage. She stated her name to the judges and handed them her CD to play while she dances. Normally she would just freestyle while her friends would beat-box but she couldn't do that here and it was gnawing away at her nerves. When the beat started her heart finally slowed, she could do this, this was her zone. Feeling the beat vibrate through her, she started to dance, incorporating some moves from some dance movies she had seen as the track continued. (AN- watch?v=o4twa3NhOZE her dance)

When the track stopped she was pouring sweat, her wife beater sticking to her uncomfortably as she stood under the hot stage lights. The judges were still writing and their faces gave away nothing, which was upsetting Skylar a lot, she hated not being able to read people. One of the judges finally looked up, an older woman whose hair was starting to grey, she smiled and said.

"Congratulations, and welcome to the University of Barten"

Skylar breathed a large sigh of relief, a large smile coming to her face as she exited the stage, she did it! She made it in, she was so happy that tears were coming to her eyes. Going out the door and starting her trek back to her dorm with a little more pep in her step, but there was one thing Skylar wasn't aware of, the Judges weren't the only ones watching her dance, someone else was too.

And he was impressed….

Hope you guys liked the first chapter, I'm just going to say now that I'm terrible at updating and I'm also writing three other stories so I apologize if it takes me a bit to update. And the links for her clothes are on my profile