A/N: so yeah here's my attempt at a GA fic. I'm not promising it'll be great but PLEASE give it a chance! I love reviews so if you reviews, wheather what you say is good or bad, i'll find a cookie for you! lol I'm also not promising any pairings for the moment so that's another reason to keep reading and reviewing!

SUMMARY: "This is high school with scalpels." If only Callie knew how right she was.

It sucks being the new kid in High School. Meredith, Izzie, George, Christina and Alex are new. Drama, Love, Lust, Friendship, Anger, Hate, Confusion. It's what high school is all about.

High School With Scalpels: Chapter 1, The First Cut Is The Deepest

The sun was rising into the almost cloudless sky. Which was a rare occurrence in itself for Seattle in autumn. What was another rare occurrence was that this September, Seattle Grace High, the school of choice for the richest and most powerful people in the Seattle area, had accepted five new students that year. Normally parents would have to put their child's name down on the day of their birth to even be in with a chance of that but for some reason the principal and Dean of Admissions had a weak moment and gone against their better judgement to accept these students.

These five were slowly waking up to experience what would be the most unforgettable day of their lives so far.

An alarm clock buzzed incessantly in Meredith Grey's ear. She groaned and raised her head from the mountain of pillows scattered on her bed. It was far to early to be awake she thought to herself. She wished she could be back home. Home with her dad. Instead of having to live with her barely there mom and start to attend a rich posh sounding private school. She just wanted Meredith to live up to her standards. Which was incredibly hard seeing as she was a world class surgeon. Ellis Grey had a history of being disappointed in her daughter and Meredith knew that wasn't about to change anytime soon. She guessed it would be about two weeks until the school got sick of her and she was expelled. That was how it normally worked. Just two weeks she told herself as she stepped into the shower and was greeted by freezing cold water. She suddenly had a feeling those two weeks would be the slowest of her entire life.

Isobel Stevens on the other hand was excited about her first day at a new school. She was a little nervous but she squashed that fear with about five cups of coffee. She'd done all the research she could with the incredibly slow computer at the library near the café she had been working at over the summer. She was prepared. She even had a list of questions ready for her new teachers. In her head she also had a list of answers to personal questions her new class mate would undoubtedly ask her. She looked at herself one last time on the mirror and let out a deep breath. "I can do this." she told herself. She glanced at her watch and quickly sprinted for the door it wouldn't look very well at all id she was late in her first day.

"Bye Mom!" she yelled slamming the door of the trailer closed and making her way towards the bus stop. She just hoped none of her future "friends" could see her leaving the trailer park.

Christina Yang glared at her mother across the breakfast table. Her mother reprimanded her about frowning and pre-mature wrinkles before turning her attention back to the newspaper.

"I just don't see what was wrong with my old school." Christina muttered under her breath.

"The problem," her mother began, "was that no body knew anything about your old school. If you wish to be successful like your father and I then you need connections. And since obviously you have no interest in making those yourself I am going to do those for you." she finished smiling to herself. She knew that as much as her daughter would bitch and moan and complain she would not refuse to attend school. She had to of she wanted to be a surgeon that she had her heart set on.

"He's not my dad. Step-dad." Christina corrected before getting up and going in search of the driver to take her to school and as far away from her mother as possible.

George O'Malley was not like his brothers. Or is father. Although he loved them he knew e was nothing like them. He was happy about that to some extent but other times it severely pissed him off when they called him soft or a wuss. Well, now he had his chance. He was starting a new school and he could make a fresh start on life. There was nothing to hold him back. His brothers would be back at the regular High School so he didn't have to worry about them jumping out of closets or around corners to show whoever was around baby pictures of him or tell stupid stories about the time he cried because he lost his doll. It wasn't a doll he reminded himself it was an action figure, one of a kind and would have been worth hundreds of dollars by now if he still had it. He wondered if this school had a comic book club. Wait, no. he was starting new, fresh. He would take up a sport, football or something like that. Anything that didn't have books involved seemed good enough to prove that he wasn't such a soft kid after all. He was brought suddenly out of his thoughts by the car stopping with a jump in front of a huge white and glass building with immaculate lawns stretching out on all four sides.

"You ready Georgie?" his dad asked him smiling slightly.

"My name is George. And yes I am ready. Now hand me my lunch and I'll see you later" he said determinedly. His dad suppressed a laugh and handed over the brown bag to his youngest son. He ruffled his hair before he jumped form the car and walked off determinedly towards the school.

Poor kid has no idea where he's going. Harold O'Malley thought to himself.

"Move." Alex Karev commanded shoving a boy with shaggy brown hair out of his way.

"Oh, uhm…m-maybe you could help me with something actually. I'm new and I was looking for the principal's office," George stammered.

Alex looked thoughtful. He could feel the eyes of the seniors boring into his back as they watched him keenly. He would never admit it to anyone but he was desperate for their acceptance. Especially that of Mark Sloan. He was the football team's star quarter back and Alex knew if wanted to get anywhere in this school it would be by getting Sloan on his side.

But despite that he was new too, and he really needed to find that office.

"Yeah fine I'll help you get there, just stop stuttering and follow me," he instructed grabbing George by the elbow and leading him away from where the seniors, who were now laughing, could see him.

"My name is George, by the way." George said pulling his elbow out of Alex's strong grip. He straightened himself out as he remembered this was the kind of attitude he was supposed to have now. Strong, independent, not afraid of what anyone though of him and also there to help the little guy who George didn't plan on being anymore. In other words, cocky arrogant and a complete pain in the ass.

Two weeks was beginning to look incredibly long.

OK so there's chapter one. More will come when i get reviews!! so go ahead and press that shiny cute purple button you see there.