Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to Kiera Cass.

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THIS IS INCOMPLETE AND GOING THROUGH A REVISION.

THE REVISED CHAPTERS WILL BE POSTED AFTER THE OLD ONES! (haven't started writing them yet though)

I wrote this when I was in middle school. I'm in high school now. I won't say that the writing here is god-awful, but my writing is MUCH better now (at least in my opinion). I'm currently rewriting this entire thing and posting the revised chapters after the old ones. I won't remove the old ones, but if you read them, just be advised that the old ones are being completely discontinued. The plot points will mostly stay the same as the old version, but I'm probably gonna change stuff like my writing style and some extra details.

Beep! Beep! The droning of my alarm clock pulled me from my nightmares. I shot up, a drop of sweat rolling down my head. Because today, I was taking a new step in my life: starting a new high school, just in time for the beginning of junior year.

As I smoothed down my jeans and plain striped shirt, I looked into the mirror. And finally, I didn't see the bruised face of a helpless victim of bullying: I was America Singer, the most popular international singer and wealthy enough to attend the most prestigious private school.

But in Angeles High, a small, unheard-of high school, I could try to be normal and act like myself. Not the celebrity America Singer, but your average, struggling teenage girl. And to accomplish that, all I had to do was plop on my blonde wing.

"America?" My youngest sister, May, giddily asked. My family had moved into a normal, small house just for me to attend a low-profile school. The thought brings tears to my eyes.

"I'm coming; just five more minutes!" I glanced into the mirror again. Wavy platinum blonde hair ran down to my waist, hiding my recognizable bright red hair. Perfect.

I rushed down the narrow stairs, grabbed my backpack, and shouted a hasty goodbye to my family, frantic to catch the bus. I found a seat on the bus next to a girl with golden curls.

"My name's Marlee, what's yours?"

I turned back, startled. My first interaction with a fellow student. She seemed cheerful and friendly at the same time.

"I'm Amer—Mer. Mer Singer," I replied hastily, smiling my mistake away.

"Wow! That's quite an unusual name, but I like it. Are you new here?" She eagerly chirped.

"Yeah. Mind if you help me around?" I asked as the bus screeched to a stop in front of Angeles High, Avalon, California. She energetically nodded, a movement that portrayed her personality.

The moment I picked up my schedule, she pounced on me, comparing our schedules. Surprisingly, we had everything except Math, Music, and Art together. She chatted the entire time during the walk to homeroom. I found myself liking her quite a lot.

"Oh, and here are my friends; I'm sure that you'll love them too!"

I cautiously stepped towards a small group of people. There was a compassionate looking brown-haired girl with brown eyes, a boy with blue eyes, a black-haired girl, and a dark-haired boy with the most striking green eyes.

Marlee was still rattling off. "See, that's Kriss," she said, pointing to the brown-haired girl. "And that's Carter. Oh, he's so cute!" Marlee gushed, sighing dreamily. I chose to ignore that. "That's Elise, and the green-eyed boy is Aspen."

Aspen. Somehow, I couldn't stop thinking of him. Marlee had promised to introduce me to her friends at lunch, and I simply dreaded the wait. But the hours passed uneventfully, and soon Marlee was dragging me towards the cafeteria.

There they were, talking at a lunch table, smiling and laughing. Marlee held my hand, a comfort I was grateful for, and introduced me.

"This is Mer Singer, guys, she's really awesome!" This was met with warm smiles and welcomes.

I nervously smiled. "As you can see, I'm new here. And I consider myself successful not to have gotten myself lost here, although that's probably Marlee."

Everyone laughed. I graciously sat down, peeking over at Aspen. He caught my eye and winked, causing me to flush.

The cafeteria was noisy, and I wished to eat outside. But all of a sudden, the cafeteria quieted. Not to a faint murmur, even. Absolute silence. The doors slammed open and a squad of peppy cheerleaders strutted in. Followed by them were jocks, leering at the other students. And after them . . . a boy with too-perfect honey-colored hair and chocolate eyes walked in, with a cheerleader hanging onto his arm.

She had piercing light-brown eyes, rich, brown, diva-style curls, and a lot of makeup on. I wondered how artificial this girl was. Even worse were her clothes. A skimpy cheerleader uniform barely managed to cover her body.

"That's Celeste Newsome. Super rich, bratty, slutty, and to be honest, a complete bitch." Marlee whispered. I just nodded. "And with her? Maxon Schreave. Total hottie, I know, but a player. He dates girls for about a week, then dumps them. He's this wealthy businessman's son."

I could care less about him and Celeste. I had absolutely no interest in him.

After lunch, Aspen walked over to me.

"So, Mer, huh?"

I blush again. "Yes."

"Do you want to come over to the café with me after school? You know, as friends." This time, he was the one who looked embarrassed.

Trying to sound nonchalant, I replied, "Sure."

The hours seemed to drag on, while I relentlessly looked forward to my "date" with Aspen. What really disappointed me was that we were only friends. Fixing my wig, I walked the short distance to the café. Aspen was already there, smirking at me. Eager to talk to him, I ordered a latte and boldly went to the table.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Blue, what's yours?" We had been asking each other random questions like this for hours. And I felt like I knew everything about him.

"Mine is green, I feel that it's the most vibrant color . . . how about your favorite singer?"

I froze up, before saying, "I don't know. You?" I had never considered that before, considering that I was a singer myself.

"America Singer. She's amazingly talented. Don't see much of that nowadays." Aspen had seemed to have not noticed that we shared the same last name.

I stood up suddenly. "Sorry Aspen, it's gotten late. I have to go back home, now."

"That's fine, Mer. See you tomorrow." He grinned and walked out of the café door after giving me a quick peck on the cheek. I stood there for a long time, looking back at where he had just left.