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When my Dad told me we were moving to Los Angeles California, my first thought was great, new kid at school. But now looking at all the students of my new private school… I was definitely not in Lima anymore. They were all dressed in the nicest clothes, drove the coolest cars, and were all distractingly beautiful. Which made me stand out like a sore thumb. Standing there, I looked down at my appearance in comparison to the students of Laguna Prep, I looked like an over grown five year old who escaped the day care center. I loved my style, but my step sister Quinn made sure I knew I looked like a toddler.

Nine years ago, our parents got married, making us step sisters. I have one full sister, Rebecca, she is ten. As well as Quinn, her sister Charlie was fourteen. At first we didn't like each other at all, it was battle of the sisters. But now, Quinn is my best friend, and I'm hers. She is a year older than me, a senior (lucky.) and Charlie is now a freshman.

My dad is a writer. A struggling one at that. He writes novels from suspense, mysteries, horror, to pretty much everything except romance. My step mom Lindy, is the new principal of Laguna Prep, hence why we moved and can afford to attend there.

It's hard living in a house with five other people, especially for my dad, being the only guy and all. If we aren't having dinner together then he is hiding in his office. Except now since moving to LA where everything is much more expensive, we had to down size from out six bedroom house to a three bedroom. We all had to say goodbye to privacy and start sharing everything.

Dad lost his study space and us girls had to share our rooms. Quinn and I, and Charlie and Becca. It wasn't as bad as it seemed. Maybe because I don't have to worry about Quinn stealing any clothes or going through any of my things. We have a respect for each other and trust each other more than anyone else.

Charlie waved to us as she walked to her locker sown the freshman hall leaving Quinn and I walking silently down the hall of perfect peers.

"I should go. My English class is on the other side of the school.." I turn the map of the school. "I think."

Quinn smiles shyly. "Okay good luck Rach."

I smile nervously back at her. "Wait for me at lunch?"

She nods and turns down the hall and disappears into the see of students. I turns to walk forward where my face slams into a metal locker. I mumble an 'oww' and rub my cheek where it hit my face.

"Geese! Watch where your going!" the Latina rolls her eyes and flips her long, beautiful, black hair.

"Tana!" The blonde next to her rolls her eyes. "Are you alright?"

I look up to see she is talking to me. I nod lamely and look back down. "Brit! Why are you acting like it's our fault? He she over here ran into my locker. If anything she should be apologizing to me!"

"Really?" The blonde, who I assume is named Brittany, says obviously not amused.

I smile shyly and start down the hall to where I think my class is. "Hey wait up!" I turned to see the blonde walking towards me as fast as her red heels would let her. "Sorry about Santana. She can be…"

"Unpleasant?" I mutter softly. I look up to see her smile.

"I was gonna say a bitch, but yours is nicer." I smile back at the spunky blonde. "What class do you have now?"

"English with…umm.." I look at my schedule. "Mrs. Terry."

Her face lit up and she looped our arms. "Me too! Sit by me?"

I nodded. "Yeah sure."

"It's Brittany by the way. But everyone calls be Britt. Or Britt's." I smile and shake her hand.

"Rachel Berry… and people call me Rachel… or Rach." I giggled as she nodded like I was serious about it.

"Well I'm gonna call you Berry." We turn down a hall that was lined with huge windows so we could see the beautiful outside scenery.

"Berry? Why?" No ones ever called me Berry before. Well unless they were making fun of me.

"Because it fits you. Your small, dress like your innocent, which probably means you're a virgin, and your ass is shaped like a nice ripe berry."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I don't know whether to be flattered, appalled, or offended. "Thank you?"

We walked into the classroom and sat farthest to the back. We passed notes the entire time during class. Definitely not like me, my father would be livid for wasting my education, but it was one class. On the first day of school.

Before I knew it it was lunch time and I was scanning the cafeteria for Quinn. I saw her standing in the corner alone, biting her lip. I walked up to her, dodging people as I went. "Hey!"

She turned to me and smiled. "Hi!" She smiled and started walking to the lunch line. "How's it going so far?"

"Good." I said as I grabbed a tray. "I made a friend… kind of."

She turned and smiled. "That's great Rach!"

I nodded and looked around the room again when my eyes landed on a tall figure. He was beautiful. Messy brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, muscular frame. I swallowed hard as I made eye contact with him. He stared for a second and then looked away annoyed and stalked off, lunch and soda in hand. I furrow my brow in confusion. Was it a crime to look at someone?

We made our way through the line where they had just about every kind of food. I found being a vegan was so much easier living in a place like LA where more than two people were actual vegans. I looked down at Quinn's plate to see a tiny little salad and a water.

"That's all your getting? Did you not see the chocolate dipped bacon? That's like your favorite food in the world!" She just shrugs and pays for our meals.

"I'm just not that hungry. Nerves ya know?" I eye her carefully as we walk outside to find a place to sit.

"Hey Quinn! Over here!" I look over to see a mohawked guy sitting at a table alone waving us over.

And now it all made sense. Quinn didn't like to eat a lot in front of boys. Especially ones she liked. She says it's a total turn off for a guy to see a girl stuffing her face.

We walked over to the guy who was actually quite good looking. "Hi, Noah!" Quinn cooed at the muscular teen.

"I told you to call me Puck!" He smiled. "Noah sounds so wimpy!" She giggles flirtatiously and I roll my eyes. "Want to sit with me?"

Quinn nodded and took a seat next to him and I across the couple. "Thanks. We didn't know where we were gonna sit!" Puck smiled at me and turned back to Quinn. "Puck, this is my sister Rachel."

I smile and shake his hand. "Hi, it's nice to meet you." He smiles back.

"You too… you are sisters?" We both nod at him. "You don't look like sisters.

"Oh were step sisters. Our parents married like nine years ago." Quinn explained as I opened my vegan pasta.

"Oh that's cool." Puck smiles at Quinn and takes a bite of his burger. Quinn smiles back before ducking her head down blushing. "Oh hey Finn!"

I turn to see that same tall, extremely good looking guy from before walking towards us. "Hey Puck." I make eye contact with him and he rolled his eyes. I look down at my food feeling like an idiot, biting my lip. He sighs loudly setting his lunch down next to me and plopping down.

Did I do something to this Finn guy to make him give me such a cold shoulder? "Finn, this is Quinn and her sister Rachel. Ladies this is my best bud Finn Hudson."

"It's nice to meet you Finn." Quinn said from across the table. He just nodded in response.

I decided not to attempt to be friendly because obviously he has problems. I take a few bites of my pasta, Quinn and Puck are talking animatedly. I sneak a few peeks at Finn, but he is just looking off into the distance.

"Finny!" I hear being called over my shoulder while I hear Finn murmur a 'Lord save me."

I look back to see the rude latina from earlier and the my new 'friend' Brittany walking towards us. "Santana! How many times do I have to tell you not to call him that!"

The annoyingly gorgeous latina flips her hair mumbling a whatever and puts her purse in between Finn and I. She looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Excuse you."

I scoot down enough for both Santana and Brit to sit, putting me at the end of the table. "Don't let her bother you. She is just a psycho bitch." Puck said from across the table.

Santana placed her hand over her heart and made an 'aww' noise. "I love you to big brother!"

So his sister was satans spawn? Great. "Oh this is your sister?" Quinn said from across the table. Smiling shyly, reaching across the table. "I'm Quinn Fabray."

The latina looks at her hand. "So Finn how was it!"

Quinn takes her hand back, flushing pink with embarrassment. Puck pats her shoulder, smiling apologetically. I smile at her as well when she looks up at me.

"It was fine." Finn said in a bored monotone voice.

"Fine? Finn you spent the entire summer in Monte Carlo! I highly doubt it was fine!" Brittany raised her hand shouting Finn's name.

"Did you get to see him!"

"What are you talking about Britt's?" Brit rolled her eyes.

"Monte of coarse!" Puck laughed along with Quinn and I tried to hide the smile on my lips.

"Brit… no he didn't" Santana said then turning back to Finn. "So what did you do out there?"

"I went to some museums, cathedrals, ya know tourist things." That really caught my attention because I loved museums. Something about the history and being able to see it for yourself not just from a book.

Santana laughed. "Lame."

"What museums did you go to? Did you see the Monaco Cathedral? I heard its amazing!" Everyone at the table turned and looked at me like I had four eyes.

"She is kind of a history nut." Quinn says as everyone starts going back to what they were doing. I look over to see Finn staring at me. He doesn't look annoyed or anything… he just looks… there.

I go back to my pasta and just listen to everyone's conversations; Quinn and Puck having the usual, I just met you tell me your life story conversation. And Santana was talking about how amazing her summer was to Finn who, if I can tell didn't give a rats ass.

"Finn your mothers Oscar winner Carole Hudson, and your telling me you didn't go to any celeb parties or anything?" I looked over at Finn who was looking down at the table in front of him. I can't believe this is Carole Hudson's son. She seems so nice, you'd think she'd raise her son not to be some I'm to good for you, celebrity brat. Maybe I'm judging to soon but from what I can see, he has the worst impression record ever.

The bell rings a while later and I get up tossing my trash into the proper recycle bins and walking back over to the table. "What class do you have next Berry?"

I look up to see Brit waiting with Puck and Quinn, Finn and Santana long gone. "I have Creative Writing with Mr.… Shuester?"

"Oh I know where that class is ill take you over there!" We say our goodbyes to Quinn and Puck and make our way through the school to my class. "You must be super smart. Being in Creative Writing and an English class."

"If you knew my father you'd understand! Besides I love to write." I giggle and thank her for walking me to class. I choose a seat in the back because, surprisingly the front seats seemed to be all taken.

I sit at a desk and open my pink binder labeled 'History' and grab a pink gel pen waiting for the class to begin. "Excuse me? Is it okay if I sit here?" I look over to see a very attractive boy with curly brown hair that seemed to fall in pretty blue eyes. He smiled as I shook my head no, his smile was warm and welcoming, forcing me to smile back.

"Jesse St. James." I looked over to see him still smiling at me.

"Excuse me?" He lets out laugh that make me flush red from embarrassment. This boy was so charming it was a little ridiculous.

"That's my name." I smile and nod murmuring a hi. I swear I've embarrassed myself more today than I have in my entire life combined. "I'm sorry but I don't know your name."

I smile. "You don't?" I shake my head. "I'm sad that you don't remember me."

His smile widened. "Ya know I thought you looked familiar." He tapped his finger on his chin in thought. "I got it! Are you a long lost cousin of mine?"

I smiled at him. "You remember!" I laugh and reach my hand over to him. "I'm Rachel."

He took my hand, shaking it. "Well Rachel, you got a last name?"

"It's Berry, Rachel Berry." He smiles again.

"Nice to meet you Rachel Berry." I smile and look forward to see Finn walking into the class room. I made the mistake of making eye contact with him again, but this time I looked away before he could make me feel like an idiot again. And with that all the girls fought over the seats surrounding the one he chose to sit in. Wow. Now I understood why he was annoyed at my staring earlier. He must be annoyed with all the female attention he is getting.

Mr. Shuester eventually made his way into class, greeting us all with a big smile and promises of a great year.

"Now this first semester we are solely working on studying other authors and they're tourniquets. Then next semester it's all about you and your writing."

He talked about his expectations for us this year and he is glad to be able to help us through our 'journey to the writing promise lands.' whatever that means.

"So when you think of… stars, what is the first thing that comes to mind?" He looks around the room and looks at a red head girl. "Trish?"

"Umm… movie stars!" I don't know if they notice they're doing it but they all looked in Finn's direction.

"Okay nice. How about you Dave?" I look over to see a hulking jock, who barely fits into his seat.

"What the other team is gonna see on Friday after I lay them out!" All the boys in the room wearing letterman's jackets whistled and hollered. Well everyone except for Finn.

Mr. Shuester claps. "Alright, nice on Dave!" He looks around the room. "Any takers."

I raise my hand.

He smiles to see someone participate. "You must be Rachel Berry! Welcome to Laguna Prep." I nodded and smiled shyly as everyone in the room eyed me. "So whatcha got?"

"I actually know a quote if that's alright?" He smiled brightly.

"Awesome! Let hear it!" I looked around at the students and back at our teacher.

"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." I smile shyly as I finish.

"Great Rachel! Now does anyone know who said that quote?" Mr. Shuster said while passing back and forth in front of the room.

"Why don't you just ask her?" I look over to see Santana sitting with a nail file, look as bored as ever.

"I wanted to see if anyone else knew it." Santana rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Vincent Van Gogh" Everyone looks over to Finn who is still looking straight ahead.

"Excellent Finn! Yes it was in fact Mr. Van Gogh. A very talented and wise man." I smile a little to myself. He knows art and like museums. From what I know about him, we have much in common.

Class ends and I say goodbye to Jesse and start walking out of class but I stop and turn towards Finn who is just getting out of his seat. "You know art?"

He looks up at me surprised. "Umm yeah I guess." he grabs his white binder and starts to walk out of the class room but stops before he leaves the room. "and yeah I did see the Monaco Cathedral. It was amazing." and then he was gone.

I smile to myself as I walk out of the school to meet my sisters by the freshman hall. Maybe Finn isn't just a stuck up celebrity brat. Maybe he has a different side to him, which I intend to find. Smiling triumphantly I walk through the halls of my new troubled paradise.

A/N: SO.. WHATCHA THINK? DO YOU LIKE IT SO FAR? I KNOW PRETTY LAME FIRST CHAPTER BUT BARE WITH ME! IT'LL GET BETTER! OH YEAH AND REVIEW! THAT'D BE GREAT! MUCH LOVE AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING FOR THOSE WHO CELEBRATE IT! :D