Hey guys. I just wanted to ask you what I should name this story.

Anya: Just start the story already.

Me: Well it needs a name.

Anya: How about Jeffrey?

Me: No

Anya's POV

I was at school. I hated the school I went to with a passion. They were all so strict. I had to go to private school for some unknown reason. But on the bright side, I went with Mackenzie. The reason Brandon always comes home an hour before me was because I always got detention for some prank me and Mackenzie did. They always called me 'Anastasia' or 'Miss Munroe'. I got tired of correcting them.

Me and Mackenzie had a plan to go to public school instead of the hell-hole we go to. Mackenzie had already gotten her parents to say yes, she was planning on starting next week so I could go with her. The key was to get mom to say yes. Dad will agree if mom says yes cause he just wants to make her happy.

"PARENTS! I HAVE ARRIVED!" I shouted when I got home. I saw mom getting out of the kitchen, her hair tied up with an apron hanging from her neck. " What's food?" I asked her. I was hungry cause I didn't like eating the crap the served at our school. Just because it's a private school doesn't mean they have good food.

"I believe the dictionary describes it as: any nourishing substance that is eaten, drunk, or otherwise taken into the body to sustain life, provide energy, promote growth etc." she said.

"Mom, seriously what are we eating?" I asked. I was too hungry to play along.

"Spaghetti and meat-spheres." She said. Me and mom liked to call meatballs meat-spheres. If you were an outsider you would think we were smart. "Go change and get your brother." She said. Brandon never came down when you yell out his name you have to go to his room and tell him dinner's ready.

I went to my room. I went to the window and closed it. I kept it open because I had this little garden on the window. I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt that said ' All The Cool Kids Go To Rehab'. I walked towards Brandon's room. I opened the door without knocking. His room was clean but nothing had its place, it was like a High School Musical for material possessions. Brandon was sitting on his bed reading Harry Potter. He looked up when he noticed someone come in.

"Thank you for knocking." He remarked sarcastically.

"Whatever. Food's ready." I said. He put a bookmark- which was a ruler, I might add- in the book and got up. We went downstairs and I saw mom putting the huge plate of spaghetti on the table with dad already sitting at the table. We all sat down and I put almost half the plate of spaghetti on my plate. Nobody actually cared because I always ate a lot after I come back from school.

"So Anya, all the cool kids go to rehab. Does that mean you aren't cool?" said Brandon, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Yes. Cool kids at our school are the teacher's pet." I said. We sat in silence for awhile when I decide to try to persuade mom.

"So mom, do you think I could go to public school?" I said. It was kind of straight forward so no complaining

"Why?" she said, merely being curios.

"Because one, my school is boring. And two, Mackenzie is going to go to a public school." I said. I knew mom would say yes, but there was a slight chance she would say no.

" Sure, why not." She said. But dad decided to butt in.

"Don't I get to voice my opinion?" he said.

"Dad, you agree to anything mom says." Said Brandon.

"No, I don't." he said. I decided to test it.

"Mom can I get me tongue pierced?" I asked her. She knew the plan so she played along. "Of course you can." She said. "What do you think, Andy?"

"Sure." Said dad, with a disapproving look on his face. I knew that dad didn't agree, but when mom says yes you have to agree.

Me and Mackenzie were on our way to school with our parents. The downside was that Brandon and Conner had to come with us.

"Ok, Mackenzie and Anya, no hurting anyone mentally, got it? And Brandon and Conner, no hurting anyone physically." Said Aunt Sonny. Me and Mackenzie could get you sent to a mad house. We could make you madder than a hatter. But Brandon a Conner could send you to the hospital with their pranks.

"Fine." We said in unison. Me and Mackenzie were looking forward to meeting people. At our last school everybody was nerd. They all hated us. This year we were planning on being nice then hurting them mentally.

We had got to the desk with that person behind it. She smiled at us.

"Hello. Mackenzie and Anya are in all the same classes. So are Brandon and Conner." She said trying to stay calm. This is one of the privileges of being famous. Everybody knew me and Mackenzie were the best of friends so she put us in the same classes. We said goodbye to the parents and walked off towards homeroom.

A boy's POV that will soon become important.

People were excited that we were having to celebrities at our school. Ms. Johnson, our homeroom teacher came in. Ms. Johnson was the kind of teacher that was all rainbows and flowers.

"Hello class. As you know we are having two new students. So be on your best behavior, ok?" she said with a sickly sweet voice.

"Yes, Ms. Johnson." We all replied. "Come on in girls." Two girls came in. Whispers went around the room as they came in. Everybody knew that they were Anya Munroe and Mackenzie Cooper. They were beautiful, especially Anya. She had waist-length light brown hair with blond streaks, piercing bright blue eyes, pale skin and her lips had an over-bite. I smiled at that. Mackenzie wasn't that much different. She had blond hair, blue eyes that weren't as bright as Anya's, slightly tanned skin put she didn't have the over-bite. She had a big toothy grin.

Anya was looking around the room when her eyes connected with mine. She smiled at me and my breath caught in my throat. I heard a scoff. I looked next to me to see Scarlet, the head cheerleader looking at them with disgust.

Anya's POV.

My eyes connected with warm, sparkly brown ones. I looked at the boys face. He had shaggy light brown hair, honey brown eyes with light amber in them, and a light tan. I smiled at him and he smiled back. My heart stopped for a second there. Anya, snap out of it. You just got to school and your already acting all lovey dovey. My eyes looked up. This is what happens when I'm fighting with myself. I look up as if I can see the inside of my head. Mackenzie nudged me in the ribs. I snapped out of my daze

"Everyone." Said Ms. Johnson loudly to the class. "This is Mackenzie Cooper." She gestured towards Mack. "And Anastasia Munroe." She gestured towards me. One girl in the back snickered. I looked at her. She had bleached blond hair. Oh you think my name is funny.

"It's Anya actually. So what's your name?" I asked the girl at the back that laughed at me.

"Scarlet." She said pompously.

"Scarlet, nickname would be Scar. And that is what you'll find on your face if you make fun of my name again." I said. Everybody laughed and she whimpered in fear.

"Anastasia." Said the boy in the back. "Doesn't that mean 'she will rise again' in Russian." I blushed lightly and said "Yeah, that's exactly what it means." He just shrugged and sat back in his chair.

"Well girls, why don't you sit over there." She said pointing to two empty chairs right in front of the brown eyed boy. We smiled at her and walked to the chairs.

"Why don't we all introduce ourselves?" said Ms. Johnson.

"I'm Olivia." Said a girl with blazing red hair and square glasses. I had a feeling we were gonna be great friends.

"Miranda" said a girl with short black hair and grey eyes. she looked really shy.

"Steve." Said a boy with blond hair that stuck up in every direction.

"I'm Isolde." Said a girl with long wavy blond hair. She looked like those old time people.

"I'm Jake.' Said a boy with straight black hair that covered his right eye. He looked like one of the Goths. There were like three of them.

"I'm Jack." Said a boy who looked exactly like Jake. I guessed they were twins.

"I'm Sam." Said the last of the Goths. I realized that she was the only girl Goth.

"I'm Caitlyn." Said a girl with straight brown hair. She was wearing a Cheerleader uniform and chewing gum obnoxiously.

"Ana." Said a extremely shy girl. I guessed that she was one of the nerds.

"I'm Mark." Another nerd.

"I'm Peter." Said a boy who seemed to be a nerd but looked like one of those guys who knew everything about everyone. 'That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets.' I couldn't resist putting that there.

"Scarlet." Said the girl with disgust dripping from her voice I smirked.

"Rachel." Said the girl behind her.

"Hannah." Said the girl next to her. Next came the jocks . There was about four jocks.

"Tyson." Said a tough guy.

"Jesse." Said the next.

"Brad." Said a cute jock that looked a little shy

"Danny." Said the last jock. Then came the brown eyed boy. I was excited to know his name. I looked at Mackenzie to see her giving me a knowing look.

"I'm Brendan." He said with a smile. I smiled back.

We had math next. We had a 5 minute break to get our books and get to class. Me and Mackenzie walked to our lockers, which were conveniently next to each other. I opened my locker and took out my math book.

"You have a crush on Brendan." Mackenzie said out of the blue. What?

"No, I don't" I said unconvincingly.

"Anya, I've known you ever since we were born, I think I'd know if my cousin is crushing on a certain brown eyed boy." She said. But seriously is she related to mom by a means I know nothing of?

"I don't have a crush on Brendan." I said calmly leaning against my locker, trying to look casual.

"Ok, what's your favorite color?" she asked.

"Brown" I answered without thinking

"Liar, your favorite color is blue." She said. Crap.

"Ok, so I have a little crush on him." I saw someone walk up to the locker next to me. I looked up to see it was Brendan. My breath caught. Mackenzie smirked.

"Hey." He said. He looked at me and I blushed. What? Anya Munroe doesn't blush.

"Hello." Me and Mackenzie said in unison. We high-fived.

"Were you two separated at birth or something? You act like you're sisters." He said with a smile that seemed so natural for him. Brad, the shy jock walked up to Brendan. He looked at Mackenzie and smiled. She blushed.

"Oh my god. You were making fun of my apple and now you've got an apple of your own." I said, using our secret language. Basically I just said 'you were making fun of my crush and now you've got crush of your own.'

"Well, excuse me. I can't help my cravings. The apple just comes to me." She replied. Translation 'I can't help my girly-instincts when there's a boy around. the crush just comes to me.' "At least I admit I have an apple" I guess you know what that means.

The boys were looking at us with confused and slightly scared expressions.

"I will not ask what you were saying because I'm scared of your reply." Said Brad and Brendan nodded.

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to know what we were talking about." Replied Mackenzie.

"So, what's your next class?" asked Brendan.

"Math."

"That's our next class too." Said Brad.

"Are you guys related our something?" asked Mackenzie.

"We're twins, actually." Said Brad.

"You look nothing alike." Me and Mackenzie said in unison. We high-fived again. I saw Brad giving Brendan a smirk. I saw Brendan shooting the smirk right back.

I wonder what that meant.

Well hope you guys like the chapter. The next chapter will be a family get together.