Okay, so I actually despised Victorious for all that it was worth, but after I was forced to watch three episodes back to back, I decided I kinda liked it. So, here's my shot at an Andre story. I think he has an accent mark, but I'm not using Word, so I can't put it there. Bear with me people. I'll be putting a link of Anna on my profile, so make sure you look :) Thanks! -Bria


Being back in California was one of the greatest feelings I'd ever felt. Having been born and raised in Cali, then suddenly uprooted to Maine (of all places) definitely took a toll on me. The only thing or should I say, person that I was looking forward to seeing was my best friend whom I've known seen we were fetuses, Andre Harris.

I would do anything for that boy, even if it meant death.

So, for my mom to tell me that I'd been accepted into Hollywood Arts High School and that we were moving back to Hollywood was awesome. We'd be joined together at the hip once again, no doubt, and my life will once again be complete.

His facial expression when he finds out that I'm back and going to his school will be priceless.

"Anna, I'm going to head to the store. Do you want anything?"

"No, ma, I'm fine! I'll just keep unpacking my stuff!"

"Alright, but call if you decide you want something." With that, my mother left and I sighed, walking over to a box labeled 'room décor'. 'Annaliese' was carved in wood and painted purple (my favorite color). It was a door sign that was given to me by my godmother (Andre's mom), Kathy Harris on my 10th birthday. Anyway, I hung it up and began pulling out the rest of the box's contents.

Needless to say, it didn't take me long to finish up my room and by the time I'd finished, my mom was just walking into the house. Taking a look around, I was pretty satisfied: chestnut hard wood floors, lavender walls with dark purple vertical stripes, mini fridge, white desk with the new Pear desktop, white dresser and nightstand, black bean bag chair, collage of friends and family, mannequin in the corner and finally a 4-poster bed with white drapes.

Not to mention the great view of the beach that I was getting. It was late and I was tired, plus I had a big day tomorrow, so I quickly threw on a pair of pajamas, threw my hair in a ponytail and went to sleep.


The next morning, I was awoken by loud knocking on my door and I groaned.

"Annaliese Simone, wake up!"

"Ugh, I don't wanna."

"Fine, stay in bed. I'll just call the school and cancel your accept-."

"I'm up, I'm up!" I could hear my mom's footsteps retreating and I drug myself out of bed. Walking into the bathroom, I hopped into the shower and got out, wrapping a towel around my body. After throwing on underwear, I observed the outfit on the mannequin that I'd arranged yesterday.

It consisted of a light pink moto jacket with studs, a peach flowing tank top that was half tucked in, light pink mini skirt, and black booties with studs as well. Slipping the outfit on, I put on light makeup and pulled my perfectly curled hair into a half up. Once I checked my appearance over, I nodded in satisfaction and grabbed my black Coach tote bag.

I wasn't feeling too hungry, so I said good bye to my mom, walked out to my 2011 Cadillac Luxury CTS coupe and made a pit stop at Starbucks before heading to school. The only things that were going through my mind were thoughts of what Andre looked like now and if he was the same after seven years.

My heart was pounding from nervousness and excitement as I walked through the halls of Hollywood Arts. The first thing that I noticed was that all the lockers were decorated to show off the students' personalities. I found my way to the front office to receive my schedule and locker assignment.

When I walked out, I was so busy looking at my schedule, that I bumped into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry."

Looking up, I saw that my victim was a pretty girl with flaming red hair.

"It's okay, it happens all the time," she replied with an airy voice. "Are you new? I don't think I've ever seen you around. You're really pretty."

"Thanks, so are you. And yes, I am new."

"Well, my name's Cat. Do you need any help?" "Actually, I was wondering if you knew where locker 521 was and also my first class."

"Oh, 521 is right next to a friend of mine's. I think you'll like him, he's cool. As for your schedule," she took a peek at my schedule, "you have that with me! Let's go to your locker."

I followed her through the halls and we had small talk about the school. "I never caught your name…"

"Oh, it's Annaliese Simone, but everyone either calls me Anna or Lee."

"I like that name, it sounds fancy." I chuckled and we stopped in front of a blank locker. The one next to it was SO awesome! It was a freakin' keyboard. I'd been playing piano for thirteen years seeing as both Andre's and my mother made us take it since we were four.

I couldn't help myself as I walked over and started playing a funky little tune on it.

"You play piano too! You'll definitely like my friend then. Before I forget, make sure you decorate your locker uniquely. It's like, tradition.," I nodded and followed her upstairs to my first class: Improv Acting with Professor Sikowitz.

When we walked inside, I noticed that the class was full and the teacher looked…kind of homeless. "Professor Si-AHHH!" We both screamed and ducked as the teacher threw a plastic ball at us.

"What the hell?" I shrieked.

Everyone turned to face me and nervousness instantly flooded back. "Why hello there, sorry to scare you. I'm Professor Sikowitz and you are…?"

"My name's Annaliese Simone. I'm a transfer student." All of a sudden, one of the boys stood up, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"No beeping way, Lee?"

"A-Andre?