Alright so, there is no way I can continue writing in Give Love Then Take It Back or write another sequel. I'm sorry, but I did decide to write another story. This one is All Time Low related too, of course. It I read a story a long time ago and loved the idea I wanted to take it and make it my own, so that's what I did. All I used was the letter idea, the rest is all mine. So yeah. I hope you like it as much as you liked the other one, if not more (: Let me know!

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"Rise and shine," My mother said coming into my room.

I sighed, "Five more minutes?"

"You'll be late," She tsked. "And you don't want to ruin your perfect attendance record now do you?"

After another heavy sigh I rolled out of bed and made my way into the shower. I washed my light brown hair while trying to ignore the annoyance my mother had caused.

I love her, sometimes, but other times, she's a lot to handle. She has this image of me being the perfect daughter at it gets hard to live up to. Still, I try. My grades highest in the school and I've never missed a day since freshman year.

Mom tried to convince me to go out for student council and sports teams, but if I was going to achieve the grades she and Dad found acceptable, I wouldn't be able to balance it all. Or at least, that's what I told them. To be honest, I just really wanted free time to hang out with my friends. Is that such a crime?

Well to my parents it is, but oh well. Not all expectations are meant to be reached.

I got out of the shower and dried off and pulled on an outfit that almost resembled a school uniform. My parents refused to let me leave the house in any type of "nonprofessional" clothing.

One rule out of many I had to follow along with getting perfect grades; others being no boys, no partying, no swearing, no alcohol, no staying out past 10 and basically no fun. Not that I thought getting wasted every weekend was fun but my parents' idea of fun was studying for that Trig exam. Neither appealed to me.

I blow dried my hair into its usual straight style and applied a little bit of makeup to being out the blue in my grey eyes.

"Charlotte!" Mom called.

I cringed at my full name and grabbed my bag filled with textbooks, heading downstairs.

"Good morning," Dad greeted me.

"Morning," I said before stuffing my face with an apple. Once it was done eating I left the kitchen with nothing more than a simple bye.

I got into my silver Lexus that was my 16th birthday present from my parents. Of course little Miss Charlie Parker, daughter of George and Kelly Parker could never be caught taking the city transit.

Maybe there are some perks of having rich parents that expect way too much out of you.

I drove over to the Williams' house to pick Sydney up.

We had been best friends since we were three because our parents had known each other in high school.

Her parents also had high expectation for her, but she got a lot more freedom than I did. She came running out of her house in a storm of long brunette hair and books.

"Hey," She said, getting into the car and dropping everything on the floor boards.

"What's up?" I backed up and pulled out of the drive way, heading to the next stop.

"Mom threw a hissy fit because I didn't do my homework for the first time in 11 damn years," She rolled her eyes.

I faked a gasp, "The world is going to end."

"I know, Jesus Christ."

I pulled into Hazel's driveway just as she was leaving the house.

"I have great timing today." I said to no one in particular.

Hazel was probably the prettiest out of our group, and the one with the least pressure on her. She lived in a foster home after both her parents ended up being dead beats. She didn't talk about it much, but her foster parents were one of the nicest families in the neighbourhood, if not the city.

Part of me wished I could have foster parents just so I could be relieved of all the pressure.

Hazel tucked a piece of perfectly curly but completely natural blonde hair behind her ear and popped her head between Sydney and I. "You guys excited for this English assignment?"

"What English assignment?" I asked finally heading towards school.

"Y'know, the one where we get assigned a partner from a different school and we write letters back and forth to them," Hazel explained.

"That doesn't sound too great," I said.

"Oh come on, what if you get a really hot guy?"

"I won't know what he looks like since this is purely through writing."

Our conversation was cut short when I pulled into the school parking lot next to the familiar blue Jag owned by Amber. She got out of the car, her two toned hair blowing in the slight breeze and her dark brown eyes covered by designer glasses. Amber was by far the richest out of all of us, but she was probably also the most modest. She didn't like to flaunt it, even though she had it.

She joined our group, and we walked across the grass and into the building.

I braced myself as we walked through the crowded hall way. Freshman and sophomores acting like they were on top of the world until a shock of blonde hair entered the hall and everyone spread apart to make room for the Queen.

Jennifer Woods, the Regina George of our school, and her two followers, Jessica and Michaela strut down the hall. I rolled my eyes as every male watched as they passed by.

"Jealous, Parker?" Jen smirked, stopping in front of me.

I raised an eyebrow, "I don't see anything to be jealous of."

Hazel and Sydney snickered as Jen scoffed, "You should be."

"Oooh, burn," I laughed and walked away from her with Hazel, Sydney and Amber following and laughing.

If you hadn't already gathered, I'm not afraid of Jen. She's all talk and no action. And it's amusing to watch her freak out after shooting her down. I never understood why the school worshipped her, she wasn't that great. And no, I'm not jealous.

So, maybe she basically stole my first boyfriend from me last year and deemed me loser of the year, but hey, I'm not jealous. I actually have real friends opposed to Jessica and Michaela who only hang around her because she is "popular".

I spun the dial to my lock and it popped open, revealing my freakishly organized locker.

"I still don't get how you can keep it so organized," Sydney said.

"Forced of habit thrust upon me by my parents," I muttered and grabbed my English textbook.

English was the only class that the four of us had together. After making a pit stop at each of our lockers, we finally strolled in, seconds before the bell.

"Thank you for joining us ladies," Mr. Davis greeted.

"Hey, we weren't late," Amber said, taking her seat at the table with us.

"I know, you never are. It's weird," He laughed. Mr. Davis was my favorite teacher. He was so easy going and laid back and he loved to joke around with students.

Just as he was about to start, the Bitch Queen and her followers strut into the room. Mr. Davis didn't look too pleased that they actually showed up for this class.

"Should I even bother to ask why you're late?" He asked Jen as she sat at a table on the opposite side of us.

"I had things to do," Jen replied shortly.

He didn't bother to hide his eye rolling as he got up and stood in front of the class. Another reason why he was my favorite.

"Alright class, as you all should know, today is the beginning of your semester project. It's a month long of course, taking us right to the end of the semester. It's going to be worth 25% of your mark, but it's easy marks." He explained.

"What are we doing?" Jen interrupted.

"Maybe if you'd come to class more than once a week, you'd know," He answered. The class snickered but a scowl from Jen shut them all up, like little puppets.

"Basically, for Miss Woods, and anyone who missed the announcement last week, we are going to be writing letters back and forth between another school on the other side of the city. It's to show you guys that technology isn't everything and it's a great way to make a new friend or two."

Somehow this assignment didn't appeal to me. I didn't want to make new friends; I just wanted to pass this damn class.

"So we'll start today by drawing out names of the person you'll be writing too, and starting a basic introduction letter." He pulled out a hat with pieces of paper almost over flowing. "And don't think you can get away with not doing this assignment. We won't read your letters, but we will check to make sure that they are written, and at the end of this you will have to write a paragraph about what you learned about this person in the past month."

I repressed a sigh. Are you kidding? This assignment was getting worse and worse. On top of all the shit I already had to do now I had to make friends with some stranger and write a paragraph about them?

He went around the class and each person pulled a name out and read it out loud.

I watched Jen pull out a name and crinkle her fake nose, "Jack Barakat. What kind of name is that?"

Poor guy. He's probably going to want to jump off a cliff by the end of the month.

I cringed as Mr. Davis lowered the hat in front of me.

"Oh come on Charlie, it won't be that bad," He encouraged me.

"Maybe he'll be half blind and you'll get a boyfriend out of it," Jen cackled.

I shot her a glare as I reached in and pulled out the slip.

"Alexander Gaskarth," I read.

Sydney was next, "Zachary Merrick."

"Rain Dawson," Hazel read.

"It's actually Rian," Mr. Davis corrected her.

Amber went to reach into the hat and looked confused. "Dude, it's empty."

"Oh sh—crap. I guess the teacher from the school and I miscounted. I'll find something else for you to do to make up for the assignment, okay?"

Amber huffed. She really wanted to do this assignment. I almost offered to trade her, but something stopped me. His name was so intriguing. My sub conscience, no matter how hard I wanted to ignore it, suddenly wanted to know more about this person.

"Alright, now that all of you have your pen pal, you have the rest of class to complete your letter." Mr. Davis announced, and then called Amber up to his desk.

I pulled out a sheet of paper and pen. How do you start a letter to a complete stranger?

Dear Alexander,

Or do you prefer Alex? Either way, I'm Charlotte, but if you call me that, I'll never speak write to you again (:

I guess this is the part where I become slightly narcissistic and talk about myself. Well, I'm 17 and in my junior year here at Western, but obviously you should already know that. I'm going to assume that you're the same age and in the same grade? What school do you go to? It was never mentioned what school we were doing this with. Anyway, I live with my parents as an only child in the rich part of town where I'm expected to be the perfect daughter with perfect grades. And unfortunately I don't have a backbone to stand up to them so I'm stuck pretending to be what I'm really not.

So yeah, I'm not quite sure what else to tell you. My favorite color is green, my favorite animal is dolphins and I love amusement parks. Just thought I would share and now I'm going to end this letter with a smiley face because I don't know what else to say (:

Sincerely? Charlie.

p.s – whoever Jack Barakat is, if you know him, please tell him he did nothing to deserve what's about to be inflicted upon him and I hope he comes out alive.

I couldn't help but to chuckle at the last part as I folded it and stuck it in the envelope that had been placed on my desk.

The bell rang shortly after and I said bye to Amber and Sydney, heading to Chemistry with Hazel. We were on time of course. I spent most of the lecture wondering what it would be like to be like some of the other students here; to have less pressure to succeed and more time to have fun.

I wanted adventure, and man, was I about to get what I asked for.