Hiya, guys! My name is TheKeeperGeek, and this is my first fic, so please don't judge too harshly (although I do appreciate constructive criticism and critiques). I'd love it if you reviewed my story and tell me what you liked or what you think I should do differently. Also, some of the family (brother/sister) things might get weird, so be ready for that. Thanks bunches!

-TheKeeperGeek

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the plot and Markus, who I made up on a whim.

Piper's POV

Hey! I think that's how you're suposed to start these things off. Proper introductions must be in order then, huh? My name is Piper, Piper McLean, and I'm a junior at Goode High. My besties are Annabeth Chase, Hazel Levesque, and Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, and they're all juniors, too. We're- well, pretty much in the nobody category at school, but that's not entirely a bad thing! We still make great grades, participate in clubs, and hang out all the time with each other. Just like any other, right? When you think of it that way, it seems that being in your own little group- no title, just normal . . . well, nobodies- it doesn't sound so bad, right?

WRONG!

The girls and I seem to be the main target of the 'populars', a group of snotty bitches who think they're better than everyone else and should immediately rule the school, their way. Warning, their way is a dictatorship; not that they have enough brain cells to figure out what that means. They'll dress in medieval gowns and make other every girl dress in a simple frock, given the accessory choices of a broom or a mop. After that, they'll make us kiss the floor where they walked and clean it up afterwards. They seem particularly fond of trying to screw us over, though. Thank goodness there are the boys!

Oh, who you ask? Wait, you can't ask. Why, only the MOST POPULAR GUYS IN SCHOOL who just happen to have been best friends with us since 5th grade! They're all a grade higher than us in their senior year. Their names are Frank, Markus, Percy . . . and Jason. (Siiiigghhs) Granted, I should mention that I have a slight crush on Jason, as does Annabeth for Percy, Hazel for Reyna's brother, Frank, and Reyna for my brother, Markus. We would've more than likely been humiliated twenty times already this year if it weren't for them convincing the 'popluars' to stop, and it's already the start of November! And I hate everything. Oh, well. I'm about to head over to Hazel's house to work on another song we thought about. Wow, that actually made me feel better. Guess this wasn't a waste of money.

Piper

BRRING! The bell sounded, signaling the end of school.

'Finally!' I think as a quickly gather my books, nod a goodbye at my Advanced Algebra II teacher, and march off tiredly to my locker. I skid to a stop, quickly dial in the number, and shove my books in my locker like they were on fire. I stayed up all night working on a project and studying for midterms, so I was trying not to all asleep all morning. I woke up saying 'screw the world' so i just threw on a t-shirt, a green hoodie, and a pair of jeans with some white converse. I slam my locker shut and feel someone jumping on my back, yelling, "STARBUCKS AWAAAAYY!" I laugh and tilt my head up to meet a pair of excited golden eyes and frizzy brown hair tied up in a bandanna. "You're paying, Hazel," I chortle.

"Whyyy," she whines. "That's not fair! I paid last time; Reyna should pay!"

"Um, no thanks, I'm driving." Says a girl with a swishing black braid and intense black eyes approaching us on my left. "Plus, Mother cut me of for a week 'cause of that 90 on the science paper." She glanced sheepishly down her deep purple cardigan, Miss-Me jeans, to her purple flats. Reyna was an amaaazing student, but her parents honestly expect more from her than she could handle. She was already finished with high school level English and Mathematics, and she was president of 4 different clubs, not to mention head of the school dance committee. Seriously, how does that girl have time for Starbucks?

"Fine," Hazel said. "What about Ann-"

"Hazel, I paid last time. The last two times, actually. And I need to start saving for Yale." Annabeth states matter-of-factly as she dodges the student traffic to reach us on our side of the hall, nose-deep in another book. She was dressed similar to me, except with a blue hoodie and French braid instead of a simple ponytail. Annabeth was in the same boat Reyna is, except she isn't in any clubs, does volunteer work, and is already accepted into Yale as an architecture major. Her mother, Athena Chase, owns the largest architectural firm in the states. Her mother really wants Annabeth to go into the business, and since she is such a momma's girl, of course she'll apply for Yale and get in. Sometimes I wonder how I got friends like these . . .

Hazel humphed and slid off my back. She pretended to dust off her denim jacket, which was covering a yellow shirt over denim capris. She was wearing white converse like me, but they were in better shape than mine were. Hazel is an outstanding dancer and gymnast; ask anyone. Even the 'populars' will say something along the lines of, "Well, whatever. She's good, I guess." They guess? They guess?! She's fantastic, brilliant, outstanding! She can out-dance anyone in the school, hence she's the head of the dance team. Hazel makes exceedingly good grades as well, but she was always preferred dance over her studies, which is why she already has a scholarship to Julliard. She also owns the heart of an angel. She is one of the sweetest living things you can ever hope to meet. She will sacrifice anything she can to be there for you, or help you through something. My friends are the best, I think randomly to myself. I have no clue how they became to be friends with me; a weirdly obsessed with music brunette from Cali.

The stage has always been my passion, ever since I was born. Maybe because my father is the famous Tristan McLean, or one of my sisters is a stage manager. Either way, I love to act, but even more; I love to sing. The girls have always told me that I had a beautiful voice. Actually, we all really do. Singing is all of our passions, writing songs, performing on stage. The girls and I will dream about ourselves dancing and singing on stage, adoring fans shouting our name: Changing Ways! Ahh, yes; we've already picked out a name. We aren't exactly sure why Changing Ways, but we all just liked it.

"Fiiine. I'll pay. I still have some cash left."

"YAY!" The other girls cheer.

"Hey, guys. Dad's also back in L.A, if you want to come over tonight!"

"Woohoo!" Hazel cheered as she jumped on my back again. "Away, peasants," she announced, in an awful medieval accent. "Lead me to the bucks of the stars!" We all giggle at Hazel's ridiculousness as we file out of the school and pile into Reyna's white Range Rover and drive away to enjoy ourselves without the torture of bullies or school bringing us down. Or so we thought...

Ooh, what'll happen? Well, it is now four in the morning and I am tired, so please review. Thanks for reading!