A/N: You know the drill afterwards. Thanks:D

Chapter Two:

First Day

Emmy walked in a brisk pace towards the back of her subdivision. Luckily, she didn't have far to go, living in the middle of the neighborhood. The school was built behind her so it was very convenient in case Emmy happened to be late. No traffic to worry about.

As she approached the walk, she spotted Jenna coming from the opposite direction. "Emmy hi!" she squealed as she came running over.

Jenna Sanders was a petite girl, the smallest in their ring of friends, and a real character. Emmy could stand her to a certain extent. She was the athlete and like always her raven hair was put up in her signature ponytail, a small dab of make-up upon her flushed face. Emmy knew Jenna practically her whole life and was familiar with her moods. Sometimes she could be the your best friend, while other times she could be stuck up and two-faced. The only reason Emmy put up with her was because their moms were the best of friends. But from the looks of it, Jenna was in one of her good moods.

"I see your hair finally curled the way you wanted it," Jenna said once she caught up to Emmy. "Looks cute though not quite like hers."

As always thank you for you constructive criticism, Emmy thought sardonically. That was another thing about Jenna. She loved being critical and straight to the point with her compliments. Never expect an encouraging word from her mouth. "I'm still working on it. In a matter of time I will look like Emmy Rossum."

"Uh-huh. So did you meet any guys over the summer? Specifically ones name Erik or Raoul? Oh c'mon Emmy! It's a joke, lighten up."

Emmy frowned as she walked down the little sidewalk into the school's parking lot. Another one was of Jenna's poor attempts in humor. At the inopportune moments, Jenna would jest about anything Emmy said or did to people whether she wanted to or not. One mistake she made accidentally was telling Jenna she wouldn't care if she were to have a deformed baby. She wouldn't let her live it down for weeks. Now, perhaps, if Jenna didn't do it so often she would have at least crack a smile at the Erik and Raoul joke.

As they made their way through the lot, Jenna spotted another of their good friends getting off the bus. "Sarah!"

Jenna ran over and crushed her in an embrace, both chatting at once. Emmy shook her head, following closely behind, once again lost in the dust. Though she was used to it. Emmy never considered Sarah Robins as a "friend" but a mere acquaintance she would talk to in school and possibly hang out with Jenna. Sarah was the gossiping queen and could be quite rude when she wanted to be. She was definitely boy-crazy with her "fling of the week" since middle school and used it to her advantage.

She was very attractive that was highlighted by her fiery red-hair, full pouty lips, and wide olive green eyes darkened by mascara. Her skin was flawless, no freckles or acne could ever be found. So it didn't stop her with the constant cracks of the poor girls who are stuck with pimples at that certain time, namely Emmy.

Once Jenna and Sarah stopped their chattering, the latter turned around and smiled. "Oh hi Emmy. I didn't see you. How was your summer?"

"It was fine. You?"

"The best!" she laughed. "You're in choir aren't you? Cool. So am I. Well, duh. I'll see ya Emmy in homeroom and sixth hour than! Bye Jen!"

"Bye Sarah," Jenna waved as she headed for her locker. "Are you going to your locker?"

Emmy nodded. "Okay. Wanna meet me at the tree so we can walk back?"

"Sure." Both girls said good-bye and scurried off to their lockers. Emmy's was upstairs and her homeroom was downstairs. She quickly tossed her backpack inside and grabbed a couple of notebooks and fled down the stairs as the one-minute bell rang.

Breathlessly, she made it as she collapsed in the nearest desk, which was next to Sarah's. In front of her was Madison Thompson, the fourth of the group. She didn't get a chance to talk to her as the teacher began to hand out the official schedules for the semester. Getting hers, Emmy saw that her first hour was Biology with Cross. Glimpsing over Madison's shoulder, she saw she had the same class and Sarah too. Great. Two classes with Sarah Robins, my life will now end, she thought miserably.

The principal's voice came over the P.A. with his "Welcome Back" speech before dismissing students to their first hours to start the day. Emmy, Sarah, and Madison all walked together to Biology, which was across from the homeroom. They found an empty table for themselves and quickly grabbed it.

Madison sat across from Emmy and began telling her about her summer. The curly blonde was one of the prettiest girls in the school, though not bright. The "dumb blonde" stereotype was all too true for Maddy's personality. In Mean Girls, Madison was the only one who couldn't understand why everyone would laugh at Karen.

"Isn't this great we all have Biology together?" Madison exclaimed. "I don't know anyone else in this class."

"Um, Maddy, half of these people went to Green Shores with us," Emmy pointed out.

Madison scanned the room, shrugging. "Oh. I never talked to them anyways so technically I don't know them."

Emmy sighed. There was no point, not this early. Sarah, who all of a sudden, was quiet, started fidgeting in her seat. "Okay! I can't keep this in any longer!" she cried. "Over the summer I was asked out by a sophomore!" She bit her lips excitingly as Madison shriek for joy.

Ms. Cross glanced over at their table, raising an eyebrow at Madison. Sheepishly, she apologized. Rolling her eyes, Ms. Cross went on with her rules.

"Tell me more!" Madison said in a hushed tone.

"He's one of the popular guys in his grade and is sooo hot! Did I mention he's also in choir? In Varsity too! Oh I think I'm in love!" Sarah fanned herself dramatically, eliciting giggles from the blonde.

Emmy shrugged. "That's nice Sarah, really. But don't you think we should, uh, listen to what the teacher is saying?"

Sarah stared at her. "C'mon Emmy. Who cares? It's the same policies that are applied since we were born. This, however, is totally newsworthy!"

Emmy didn't say anything so Sarah went back to talking with Madison about the sophomore. Bored, the brunette gazed at her notebook, which was covered with pictures of Erik she printed off the Internet. If only you were real and then I would really have a guy to boast about, she thought sadly.

She began to copy down the syllabus for the week in the notebook when the class's door flew open and a petite strawberry-blonde came rushing in. "Is this Bio with Ms. Cross?" she asked, her voice full of uncertainty.

"Yes and you are--?" the teacher inquired.

"Margaret Walker."

"Ah, Miss Walker. I see you on the list. Next time, dear, try to be here before the bell rings."

The class snickered as the new girl nodded, her face red with embarrassment. She hurried over to the only table with an empty spot—next to Emmy. She was quiet throughout the rest of the period, barely saying anything to anyone. Emmy couldn't help but feel sorry and noticed her jaded eyes were a little watery. Going through her purse, Emmy pulled out a bag of tissues and gave it to her.

"Thank you," Margaret murmured, not looking in her direction.

"Your welcome." Emmy scrutinized her carefully. She seemed nice, a little sensitive though. But what grabbed her attention most of all was her name and appearance. It started with "M". And even though she wasn't a complete natural blonde, she had some visible highlights. And that meant… I found my Meg!

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By the time class ended, Emmy hardly had the chance to introduce herself. As soon as the bell rang, the timid girl fled the room quickly blending in with the mass of students. Emmy hoped she might see her again later in the day. If not, then there was always tomorrow to make new friends.

As lunch came and passed, Emmy had no such luck in finding Margaret Walker. It wasn't until on her way to choir she literally bumped into her soon-to-be Meg.

"I'm sorry!" Margaret cried. She was about to bend down and pick up Emmy's books, but Emmy stopped her.

"It's okay. It was my fault, I wasn't paying attention." Emmy quickly gathered her belongings and smiled gently. "No harm done. I'm Amelia, by the way, but everyone calls me Emmy."

"Hi. Margaret, but everyone calls me Maggie," Maggie said, grinning sheepishly.

"Are you new here?" Emmy asked, as they both began to walk together.

She nodded. "Yeah, my family moved here over the summer from Rochester."

"Cool. So where are you heading next?"

"Um, JV choir. You?"

"Me too! Soprano or alto?" Emmy excitingly bounced.

"Alto."

"Soprano here," Emmy proclaimed happily. "Only because as I child I would sing along to the Phantom of the Opera and it stuck."

"Really? I love Phantom," Maggie told her.

Emmy's brows rose. "Question: Christine and Erik, right?"

"Who else? Certainly not Christine and fop boy," she laughed. "I don't like Raoul. Never did."

She is so my best friend! Emmy agreed wholeheartedly. Before another word about the Phantom could have been uttered, they had made it into class. At long last, Emmy had found her Meg. All that seems to remain was her Erik.

TBC…