A/N: So I'm not sure what grade everyone is in the movie, so we're all going to pretend they're juniors about to start their senior year.

Disclaimer: Yeah, as much as I wish I owned it, I don't so don't sue me.

We've been best friends since the third grade, it only made sense that if one of us got sent to a boarding school halfway across the country, the other two would too. We were on our way to Spenser Academy, about to start our senior year. At the moment, we are flying to Salem, Massachusetts, where we will meet my uncle who would point us in the direction of Ipswich. I still can't believe my parent's sent me to a boarding school! It's not as if I'm a bad kid! I've just made a few bad choices. I just know one thing, I'm so grateful to Bridgette and Missy. If it weren't for them coming with me, I know I wouldn't survive.

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"Ew." Bridgette moaned, "What part of vegetarian don't they understand?" She asked in disgust, poking a frozen, slightly green looking, piece of chicken. Bridgette, was the oldest of us, a proud vegetarian, with a lithe dancer's body. She is so tiny, only around 5'2", and has blond hair reaching just below her shoulders. She is a very happy go-lucky person, who loves laughing, as much as dancing. She is the optimist out of all of us, which is needed sometimes, as we rarely go anywhere trouble didn't. She is so girly, loves the color pink. Yet, she isn't very preppy, as some people would expect from looking at her clothes.

"Just throw it away, and stick with peanuts." Missy suggested, while munching on a bag of her own. Missy is beautiful, all though she doesn't really know it. She is half Mexican, so she has a pretty cinnamon tint in her skin. She has long brown waves, with blue tips, and big, brown, doe eyes. She is the most caring person you will ever meet, but she's really introverted. She's a little taller than Bridgette, but still kind of short. She's kind of crazy, but that's why I love her. Her style reflects her personality, all over the place, but it still looks good.

I just snorted in response, while the other two, had opted for airplane food, I smartly decided to fill my carry-on bag, with different snacks, that I don't think I'm going to offer yet. Finally, I held out a large bag of chips, and said, "You wan' somf?" Bridgette and Missy, eagerly shoved their hands into the bag and started munching. I'm a little difficult to understand. I think I'm pretty cynical, and almost the complete opposite of the other two. I'm pretty dark and moody, and an extreme loudmouth. Of course I know how to have fun, but my childhood was a little different than other little girls. I'm pretty random, and I'm a big fat walking contradiction. I'm childish but serious, fun but grounded, stylish but laid back. I have short auburn hair, with bangs that cover one eye, which is green, I blame my looks on my dad, I'm half Irish, and have the palest skin in the world. I guess you could call me a tomboy, so my body is pretty toned, but I know how to be girly when the occasion calls for it. My friends all say that they're jealous of me because I have big boobs, but they bug me, I guess, guys don't really treat me equally because it's so obvious that I'm a girl, maybe that's why I'm so bitter. I like to call myself punk, but it just depends on my mood, my favorite color is green, but you would never be able to tell because I wear so much black.

We are a really odd group, but when you get to know us, you'll probably understand better, I mean Bridgette is a rich city girl, Missy's parents are pretty well off too, but they moved to suburbia and it messed her up a bit, and me, I lived in the ghetto of Los Angeles my entire life, so I've seen some pretty fucked up stuff.

"We are now arriving in Salem..." I rolled my eyes at the overly peppy voice on the intercom.

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"Uncle Jerry!" I cried, as I ran into the arms of a tall middle-aged man. My uncle, was like another dad to me. He constantly spoiled me and my friends, but he is pretty cool. He's one of my best friends too, he took me to my first baseball game, and showed me how to jump-start a car.

"Now, I'm not going to keep you, because I know you have to leave soon, to get to Spencer by tomorrow, but I have a little surprise for you." He lead me and Bridgette and Missy to the terminal exit, and sitting out on the curb was a gorgeous red 1964 mustang convertible.

"You bought me a car!" I was in total and utter shock, seriously this guy is awesome.

"Well actually, your mother gave me the money to buy it for you, but I picked it out." He said proudly.

"Oh my god! I love it!" I screamed, throwing my stuff into the trunk.

Bridgette and Missy smiled, those girls know way to much about me, seriously they've known that I've wanted a classic vintage car like this since I was 14.

"Now before you leave, the mover's should be at Spenser around 4 tomorrow, so make sure you're there by then. Have fun!" He grinned, his wrinkles stretching across his sun-beaten face.

Bridgette and Missy got into the car, and I put the keys into the ignition, I'm so excited to test this baby out. I turned towards my friends and grinned. "To Spenser Academy, bitches! Think it's ready for us?" They laughed and I smiled, "Yeah, I don't think so either.

A/N: Yeah sorry nobody except my OC's are in it yet. Don't worry they'll be in the next chapter. Picture of Peyton's Car on my profile.