The next official chapter! It's basically going to be giving you a backstory on some of the characters before the trip. Enjoy!

Friday: May 31st, 2010 – 7:56 P.M. (St. Josephs: Home for Boys; New York City)

The orphanage had a bright feeling to it this summer night, oddly enough. Eight years have passed and Beck (Boy # 15, Class 3-C) has now coped with his father's loss. Luckily, he was able to meet someone he could relate to him after he came to this orphanage a month later. The young boy's name is Mike Fukanaga (Boy # 7, Class 3-C), the one person who understands what it's like not having anyone to rely on.

Mike's parents basically handed him over to an adoption center after he was born because his parents believed he was a mistake. After his mother and father moved to the U.S. from Japan, Mrs. Fukunaga gave birth to the young boy. They were never able to support him due to the fact that were already struggling to support themselves and never intended on having a child at this time. Mike's birth certificate was placed with him as they sat him on the orphanage doorstep with a blanket wrapped around him.

Beck and Mike were like inseparable brothers after a week of meeting one another. They even begged their advisor, Ms. Linston, to enlist them both into Garside for the sixth grade. Now they were both going to share this amazing trip with each other.

"I know!" Mike shouted in excitement, "We can ride Splash Mountain first then head over to Space Mountain next! Oh man, I've always dreamt of riding that." Beck smiled at how cheerful he was and continued to pack his bag with essentials like toothpaste, his tooth brush and etc.

"I have to say. Space Mountain is actually much better after you ride it," Beck told him as he started to fold his school uniform. Red and gray, those were Garside's primary colors. In the summer though, the uniform was only a white short sleeve button up with the school emblem stitched on it, a dark red tie and gray dress pants for boys.

"Really! How would you know Beck?" Mike asked in the bed across from him holding his favorite item, a Captain America action figure.

"Cause I went with my supposed 'mom' and dad when I was little. Man… those were the days," Beck couldn't really think back without cringing. All he was able to think about when it came to his father and mother was his dad dead in their old apartment and his mom with that douche bag doctor. He honestly hoped for the worst in their little marriage.

"Wow… wish I could have experienced that," Mike fiddled around with his action figure and smiled wide. Beck never understood why that action figure was so important. Mike always had it, even at school he would keep it in his back pack so he wouldn't get teased by Simon and his gang of morons.

"I don't understand why we have to wear our uniforms while we're there though. I mean, won't we look dumb compared to everyone else there?" Beck laughed holding up his school shirt and tie.

"I guess it's for our teacher to be able to tell whether or not we go to Garside. You know so he doesn't lose track of us," Mike said chuckling.

Beck hopped off of his twin sized bed and placed his basketball bag near the door. He shook his hair around and ran towards Mike like a stampeding bull. Without warning, Mike wound up being tackled into the floor, laughing and push Beck away from him.

"Your probably the most immature person I've ever met, you know that?" Mike laughed while propping himself up on his elbow.

"Yeah… but I'm also the coolest you've ever met too," Beck replied. The two boys joked and continue to laugh like hyenas, like they didn't have a care in the world. After a few minutes of mindless laughter, Mike coughed into the palm of his hand and looked at Beck curiously. "What's up bro?" Beck asked a little concerned.

"Oh… I was just wandering… if you… you know," Mike rambled without thinking. This was always his biggest issue when he was nervous or unsure of what to say.

"Spit it out Mike," Beck said punching Mike playfully on the arm.

"Well, I was wondering if you liked anyone," Mike looked slowly at Beck, waiting for an answer. "That was dumb! Sorry I'm such a sap."

"Whoa, calm down. Now… do I like anyone?" Beck thought to himself, "Not at the moment. Why? Do you?" Mike's eyes grew wide.

"Well yeah. I do actually," Mike turned red after admitting this and could tell Beck was getting a kick out of it.

"Really! Who is it? Is it Kacey Simon… never mind she's way out of your league. Um, is it Lulu? Oh man you've gotta tell me man," Beck was on edge smiling for his friend.

"It's actually… um… Tori," Mike quietly said with pure bliss in his voice.

"Tori? Tori Vega? Wow, I can tell why," Beck said with a grin. Mike began to smile at his friend's agreement and started to become excited as well.

"You agree! Seriously!" Mike smiled wide and dived back into his bed joyfully. "She is something huh?"

"Yeah… she is nice, pretty too," Beck pointed out while hopping on his bed. Mike's eyes widened to match his smile once he heard all of this. The night sky poured into the room once the lights were turned off and only noise that was even audible was the sound of cars zooming up and down the street and faint construction noises. Tomorrow was going to be the best day of their lives; Beck knew that much

Friday: May 31st, 2010 – 8:34 P.M. (Vega Residence; New York City)

"Tori!" the sound of a shouting voice rang from the downstairs living room in the Vega household and Tori Vega (Girl # 15, Class 3-C) couldn't help but smile at all the overwhelming excitement. Tori and her sister, Trina Vega (Girl # 3, Class 3-C), were only a night away from enjoying the best school trip ever.

"Tori!" the voice sounded sterner than ever and caused Tori to jump hysterically and fall from her computer chair.

"Ouch! Ugh, yes mom?" Tori shouted from the upstairs office as she slowly propped herself up, rubbing her backside.

"Are you finished packing yet? Your father and I have some gifts for you and your sister for the trip!" Mrs. Vega shouted once more before running back into the living room.

A present! Tori turned her head toward the computer screen and began to type furiously with a look of determination.

Who's ready for the big Senior Disney Trip! I kno I am!

Tori hit post and watched as her close friends began replying and sharing in her joy.

Me! Hahaha!

Cat Valentine commented. The silly profile picture of her making crazy faces, proudly sitting next to the post. Cat was one of Tori's best friends. The two girls met in the beginning of sixth grade in the hall due to the fact that they both got lost but Cat just giggled endlessly and they both just talked about one another for what seemed like hours.

Cat! Ur too cute. Lol!

Tori giggled after posting her reply and ran downstairs like an overexcited cheetah. The living room was modern, with a plasma TV hanging on the tan walls that glowed like the sunset. Tori walked in slowly, turning her head from side to side. Her long chocolate brown hair swayed with her every motion as she continued to look around for her parents.

"Over here Tor," she heard her cheery mother say from behind her. Her mother, father and sister were all crowding around the counter with nonchalant looks.

"What's going on here?" Tori asked slowly with a smile.

"Just wait and see Tori!" Trina burst with excitement.

"Trina already got her gift and can't wait to see your reaction. I'll never understand why you spoil these two Holly," Mr. Vega sighed with his arms folded.

"Be quiet David," his wife scolded with deadly eyes. She turned to Tori, now with a more sincere look, and took a box wrapped in colorful paper out from behind her. "Here you go sweetie."

Tori began to look at her parents with shock once she began to open the box. The color splotched paper became heaping piles of garbage around Tori's feet as she stared in bewilderment at her new gift.

"Mom… you did not,"

"Yes, I did," Mrs. Vega squezzed her daughter with a compassionate hug. It was a shiny blue Pear Phone GX with over thousands of features.

"What about me! I'm the one who had to fork out the dollars we need to keep you alive for that dumb piece of c…crud!" Holly rolled her eyes as her husband began ranting and stomped his way to the fridge.

"THANK-YOU DADDY," Tori said in a little girl voice about to laugh.

"What color?" Trina squealed, speeding over to her sister; her boots squeaking across the floor.

"Blue baby," Tori returned the favor by giggling and deathly hugging her sister.

"Now remember! The only reason we bought you those phones was so that you can contact us during your trip. Right Holly," David turned his head toward his admired wife with a serious-as-can-be expression.

"Huh, sure," the woman said smiling at her daughters.

"Oh! Mom, can I take the last few pieces of watermelon with me on the trip?" Tori asked letting go of Trina.

"Hey!" Trina whined loudly, "I wanted to take those," Holly sighed in exhaustion. Sometimes you can be such a diva… Wonder who you get that from.

"Fine. You can have them drama princess," Tori scoffed, putting her pinky up as high as it could go.

"You're just terrible Tor," Trina burst out giggling.

Friday: May 31st, 2010 – 8:57 P.M. (New York Sports Club; New York City)

As the evening edged into 9 o'clock, more and more individuals began to pour out of the New York Sports Club with sweat on their brows and determination in their hearts. However, Zander Robinson (Boy # 10, Class 3-C) decided to stay a little late to keep up with his Muay Thai boxing training.

He continued to deal harmful blows to the punching bag before him, pretending that he was in the presence of his master. With one final hit, the bag flew into the wall causing a loud thud to erupt throughout the enclosed work out room. Zander wiped the glistening sweat off his forehead and began to wipe his face off with one of the gym's towels.

I'm getting so much better. He dug through his gym bag roughly, until he felt what he was looking for and pulled it straight out. His cell was beeping, which meant a new text. Zander flip open his phone and stared at the screen for a second with a pleasant and peaceful look.

Where R U?

-Stevie

Zander immediately stood up while pressing the keys on his phone in a memorable pattern. He started to rub his jet black hair with his gym towel after pressing send and walked through the double glass doors.

In the gym training! Told you that after school today haha. We gotta start doing work outs together Stevie!

-Zander

After making a trip through the empty workout room filled with treadmills being occupied and bench presses being overused, a sound erupted from his phone again.

Maybe we can, but I'm totally gonna mop the floor with UR butt! Anyways, R U coming tomorrow?

-Stevie

Zander grinned at her enthusiasm and stepped outside letting the fresh summer air hit his face.Nothing like a great breeze to help cool off after an intense work out.

Definitely. How 'bout you? Hope so! It'd be the perfect way to hang out!

-Zander

Zander started walking through the dim lit parking lot, breathing in the cool air slowly. He only lived two blocks away so he didn't have to worry about transportation. It was extremely convenient actually.

I am going, duh dude. Hahaha! Awesome! Can't Wait to see—I mean… cool that ur goin too. Let's make sure we go on all the rides at least three times before we leave!

-Stevie

Zander is extremely close with Stevie. Ever since they met, Stevie's tomboy attitude and fearless demeanor carried Zander through many hardships. She was like, his motivator; as corny as it sounds.

Totally! And Stevie… Can't wait to see u 2.

-Zander

Hmph, she's a terrible liar. Zander laughed softly while putting his phone back into his bag and jogged home to avoid his parents' reprimands.

Friday: May 31st, 2010 – 9:21 P.M. (Knight Residence; New York City)

"Kendall! Pass me my jeans!" a voice called from across Kendall's bedroom.

"Here ya go!" Kendall Knight (Boy # 2, Class 3-C) replied, tossing the dark blue jeans through the air and into one of his best friend's arms. James Diamond (Boy # 18, Class 3-C) clutched his pants and smiled with thanks before stuffing them into his pack.

Kendall and his three best friends, who he considered his brothers even, were all hanging out over night before the big trip. Logan Mitchell (Boy # 6, Class 3-C) was reading his favorite book A Doctor's Dream for the umpteenth time diligently on Kendall's bed as his friends finished packing up.

Carlos Garcia (Boy # 16, Class 3-C) sat at Kendall's basketball themed desk, arranging the photos he took the other day with a beaming smile. He pulled out the picture he took of him and his three best friends when they met over ten years ago after Carlos and his family moved here from Minnesota. Carlos grinned as he reminisced on the past.

"Hey cry baby! Give us the little mutt!" A burly boy screamed kicking the poor little Latino boy.

" No! I won't let you hurt him!" Carlos wailed as he took the beating. He clutched the poor little puppy close to his chest and began to cry. 'Don't worry; I won't let them hurt you.'

"What a little pain in the freakin' ass man!" scoffed the another boy with a nasty grin on his face.

"We have lessons to teach little bitches who get in our way! That little bastard pissed on my shoe! I have a right to kill it!"

"No! He only did that because you were scaring him!" Carlos cried, still hanging to the dog who was now whimpering in concern. The boys ceased kicking him and looked at one another with devious grins.

"It looks like this one ain't gonna run away any time soon," said a skinny tall boy with a dark red beanie.

"Don't worry boys, I've got something that'll make him reconsider," the burly boy laughed while digging through his pocket. Carlos trembled on the ground while humming loudly too himself .Strangely, this always calmed him when he was distressed ever since he was a baby. He looked down into the puppy's eyes and smiled weakly as the puppy licked his hero's chin. Carlos' eyes widened as he saw a shimmering light shine off of a metallic object.

'A knife! He has a knife! He's going to kill me!' Carlos panicked and his trembling got worse.

"Dumb retard!" shouted the burly kid, "All because of a fucking dumb dog!" He began to dig the blade deep into Carlos' arm until a loud voice erupted from behind him.

"Get off of him!" a blonde boy screamed with confidence. Two other boys were with him as well. One was a bit taller with light brown hair with a tan complexion and the other was a bit pale and had dark brown hair.

"What're you gonna do about it Knight!" screamed the boy while waving the knife at him. 'Who… who are these guys?'

"I might just have to kick your fat behind," Kendall smart-mouthed causing the smaller brunette boy to shake his head in disapproval.

"You tell him Kenny," the taller one beamed making a fist.

"Oh shut up! All talk! Bunch of pussies if you ask me," the lanky boy shouted with disgust. Kendall grinned and took a step toward the leader of the pack. He looked down at the beaten boy with hopeful eyes and made a compact fist. At first Carlos had no idea what was going to happen, but suddenly, without even a warning, the huge burly boy fell to the ground with a thud. He groaned in pain and realized that he had the air knocked out of him.

"I call it the Killer Knight fist!" Kendall shouted causing the other bullies to jump back in fear.

"You little shit. This ain't over!" the burly one screeched grabbing Kendall's legs and throwing him to the ground.

"Jamie! Hurry up and help me! Logie! You go over there and make sure the poor kid's alright!" Kendall screeched as he toppled into the huge brute. James stampeded into him as well and they were both simultaneously serving punches and slaps to the kid's face. Everyone else began to run for it, one even tripped and whimpered after James ran towards him.

"Are you alright?" a small voice squeaked. Carlos looked up to see the small brunette in front of him, worry in his eyes. "Here, take my hand," he said smiling. Carlos hesitated at first but grew to trust the boy.

"T-thanks," Carlos piped up. The poor puppy wiggled its way out of Carlos' arms and began panting for attention. Logan smiled widely and patted the dog's head with delight causing him to bark with joy, as if he was thanking him.

"Hey," the tall boy known as James, limped over to them. Behind him was the one only Kendall Knight, his savior.

"Idiot. People like him really tick me off," Kendall sighed sitting down with Logan and Carlos. James fell down as well with a thud and sighed deeply.

"Are you okay?" James asked beaming. Carlos nodded slowly looking down at the excitable puppy in his arms.

"Is he yours? Why were those idiots trying to hurt you?" Kendall asked concerned, wiping the blood off of his cut lip.

"I found him here a week ago after I moved here," Carlos said quietly, "I've been coming here everyday to take care of him, but today… those mean boys…tried to hurt him," Carlos started to weep. He felt something squeeze his shoulder lightly and saw that it was Logan's hand.

"What happened next?" Logan asked with a sympathetic look.

"I tried to protect him, but they kept kicking me out of the way and called me names and stuff," Carlos wiped his eyes, "He's my best friend." The other three boys smiled at him and the little snuggling puppy.

"Hey," Kendall told him with a grin. Carlos looked up and saw all three of them making crazy faces at him.

"No sad faces!" James laughed, squeezing his cheeks together.

"Yeah, if you're going to be our friend," Logan smiled giving Carlos a one arm hug.

"You mean...you wanna be my friend?" Carlos asked confused looking up at the three of them. They all nodded simultaneously.

"Of course! Anyone with a heart as big as yours is always welcome," Kendall exclaimed pointing his fingers in the air. Logan rolled his eyes and smiled at Carlos.

"My name's Logan," he chirped while rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm James, the most awesomest guy ever," the tan boy beamed once again.

"And I'm Kendall. What about you?" Kendall said to Carlos, holding his hand out to him. Carlos smiled wide with joy and grabbed Kendall's hand to be hoisted up.

"Carlos! Carlos Garcia!" the little boy shouted with joy. The others laughed at his enthusiasm.

My first group of friends,' Carlos thought to himself, 'My best friends… my brothers.'

Carlos remembered him and the other three boys naming the little puppy Sparky. They all took care of him together and now, he's an old, fat oaf in Carlos' home, but he's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Did you guys know that I'm going to need eight full years of med school too get my certification as a doctor?" Logan gasped while staring at the pages. Kendall's eyes went wide after remembering something.

"Logan, your meds! You took them at 9:00 right? Remember you need to take-," Kendall was suddenly cut off by a loud groan.

"Yes I took them. I don't need you to nag me about it Kendall… I get it enough from my mom," Logan muttered the last part while turning his head back to his book. Kendall raised his eyebrow to him and began laughing hysterically.

"Might as well be your mom," James snickered patting Logan on the back.

"Reading!" Logan shouted with his finger in the air. Carlos finished sorting through his photos and placed his most memorable one with him and Sparky the first day he brought him home, in the middle of the desk admiring it.

"Hey, 'litos!" Kendall shouted from his beanbag chair. Carlos snapped out of his bliss and turned towards him.

"What's up?" Carlos asked with a wide smile.

"Make sure you take lots of photos on the trip okay? We need to make sure we never forget our big senior trip together!" Kendall beamed, throwing a basketball into the hoop attached to his door.

"Yeah! You're always our go to guy when it comes to photos Car'," Logan added after quickly peeking out from behind his book.

"Totes, let's make this unforgettable," James chimed in. Carlos gave his three friends a wide smile and nodded ecstatically.

"Definitely! You can always count on me," They all nodded and started to joke around, ignoring Logan's pleas to finish his book before it got too late. We can always count on each other, huh. Always.