Chapter 2: First Day of Sophomore Year

A/N: So, I forgot to put who got in to the story last chapter. So, here's the list:

Nice Populars: Daniel James Laces, Luke Isaac Childress, Camille Dianne Hayden, Jacob Tyler Anderson

Mean Populars: Kate Sally Solfox, Mike Steinberg

Outcasts: Piper Paisley Toilestein, Jett Abunai Eve, Carter Nicholas Foley, Gwyneth Sophia Rees, Dakota Cornelius Abrams

Team Austin (A&A Group): Lily Laura Lacour (ME!), Emma Lauren Thompson, Rhae Jackie Kander, Maxwell Jordan

Punk/Goth: Ryanna Joan Chadwick

Intellectuals: Jayde Alexis Wattson

Pretty People: Megan Abrielle Minard

Jocks: Ethan Eric Eaden

Cheerleaders: Michelle Renee Valentino

Oh, summer's over. Everyone's sad that school's starting. Well, almost everyone.

"C'mon guys!" Dez yelled. "Maybe this year we'll get a new penguin transfer student!" Oh, Dez. Ever since 5th grade when he found out the wonder of exotic animals, he's been crazier.

"Dez, you bozo," Trish said, "a penguin cannot be a transfer student because a) They can't speak, and b) They can't be a student!" Then she slapped his chest.

"Ow!" Dez exclaimed. "I have a sensitive chest!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Trish said sarcastically. Then she slapped his stomach.

"Okay, that's better," Dez said with a smile.

"Hey, where's Austin and Ally?" I asked.

"Oh, I think Ally's helping her dad out early at the store, and Austin probably slept in," Trish said.

"Speak of the devil," I said, and Austin ran in.

"Am I late for school?" he asked. "I thought it was the weekend, so I almost slept in late until Ally texted me asking me to pick her up from work."

"Why would Ally ask you to pick her up from work knowing that you sleep in?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe she wa-" Austin started, but his phone rang. "Uh-oh, it's Ally." He nervously hit, "Answer," and we could hear Ally screaming at Austin.

"Where are you? I texted you to pick me up a half an hour ago! School starts in 5 minutes, and I'm going to be late!" I heard Ally screech.

"Sorry, I woke up late," Austin said feebly.

"Well, now I am forced to walk to school, and-OH!-I stepped in a mud puddle ruining my favorite pair of shoes!" Ally said. "Austin, you are going to pay!"

"What are you going to do to me?" Austin asked. Then we couldn't hear Ally's reply because she said it in a normal tone.

"Oh, that's better," he said.

"Dude, what is Ally going to do to you?" Dez asked. "Buy you a penguin? Cuz if she does, can I be its godfather?"

"No, she's making me pay for the shoes," Austin said.

"AWW!" Dez said. "But I wanted a penguin! Can I talk to Ally?"

"Fine, here," Austin said, giving him the phone.

"Ally, why didn't you give Austin a penguin! I WANT ONE!" Dez said over the phone. After a few seconds, he said, "In my pool, duh!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. Trish asked me, "How can you be friends with him?"

"I don't know," I replied. "When I was younger, he was more normal than now, I guess."

"Well, when did that go away?" she asked.

"About 5th grade when he knew about exotic animals," I replied. Then we both laughed for no apparent reason.

As we were walking down the hall, me and Trish laughing while Dez and Austin were arguing about who talks to Ally, I ran into this girl with long, golden blond hair, and, in the process, I spilled her coffee over her outfit.

She screamed. "Look what you did!" she exclaimed. "This dress was priceless! It costs a fortune to you commoners!"

"Excuse me?" Trish said. "Who do you think you are telling off my friend for an accident that happened?"

"I'm Kate Solfox, surely you've heard of my daddy?" she replied.

"Oh my gosh!" Austin said. "Your father is Jamison Solfox, the person who will get you anywhere in the music business!"

"Yes, that's right," Kate said with a smirk. "And who are you?" She started walking around him, as if checking him out. While checking him out, she had a flirty smile on her face.

Suddenly, Ally came running in. "Austin!" she yelled while holding her shoes in her hands. "Austin!"

"Ally!" he said unsurely.

"Okay, I found out that these shoes cost about 50 dollars, so that's how much you owe me," she said.

"FIFTY DOLLARS!" Austin exclaimed. "That much money for that pair of shoes?"

Kate started laughing. "You think that's a lot of money?" She dug around in her purse. "Here's fifty dollars." She held out a 50 dollar bill.

"Thanks," Ally said trying to reach for it.

"But, you must tell me who you are before I give this to you."

"Okay, I'm Ally Dawson. I write all of Austin's songs," Ally replied.

"Wait, you're Austin Moon?" Kate asked.

"Yep," Austin replied.

"And you're hanging out with these people?" she said pointing at us. That got me angry.

"What do you mean, 'these'?" I said, building up my anger. "We're Austin's friends!"

"Well, can I be one of his friends?" she asked.

"NO!" I exclaimed. "You thought he was a, 'commoner,' until we said that he was Austin Moon. You only wanna be friends with him because he's famous!"

Kate laughed. "Sweetie, I've already got the famous part down. I want to be friends with him because of his looks." Austin smirked a little.

"That's no way to be friends with a person!" I yelled.

"Yeah!" Dez said, backing me up. "Wait, what are we talking about?"

"Just stay out of this, Dez," Trish said.

"Oh, does someone have a wittle cwush on Awstwin?" Kate mocked.

"NO!" I exclaimed. I really didn't.

"Well, then, Austin shouldn't be hanging around Mud Shoes, Anger Management Problem, Freaky Ginger, and Shorty," she said. Okay, so, to get this straight, Mud Shoes is Ally, Anger Management Problem is me, Freaky Ginger is Dez, and Shorty is Trish.

"You can't call my friends that," Austin said. "If you're going to mess with my friends, you'll have to mess with me, too."

"Thanks, buddy," Dez said.

"Well, I've got a mani-pedi at 8:30, so I don't wanna be late," Kate said. "Ta ta."

"Wait, you're skipping class?" Ally asked.

"Well, duh," she replied. "I've gotta go home and change, and then go get my nails done. I have to be perfect for school tomorrow. Ta ta again,"

"Who else thinks she's horrible?" I said between gritted teeth, my arms crossed. Everyone raised their hands. "And who thinks she's gonna be a newborn mean?" Again, everyone raised their hands. To get this straight, a mean at our school is someone who's mean. Everyone at Miami High knows that term. The only people who don't use the term, "mean," are the means themselves.

The main mean out there last year was Mike Steinberg. Last year, when we were freshmen, he was a junior. Now, he's a senior, which makes him more popular and more mean. You may be asking, "How would that make him more mean?" Well, here's the answer. When you're a senior at Miami High, you think that since you're the highest grade out there, you get to boss people around, especially freshmen and sophomores. It is totally unfair.

Just then, the warning bell rang, signaling us to go to class. Since it was the first day of school, they let us arrange our lockers for about 10 minutes, then go to class. I headed off to my locker, which, unfortunately, is far away from all of my friends.

As I walked to my locker, I accidentally ran into a girl with brown hair and glasses. In the process, she dropped all of the books she was holding.

"I am so sorry," I said. The girl waved her hand, as if to say, "It's fine." We started to pick up all of her books, and I asked her, "Do you want me to help you put these books in your locker?" The girl nodded. "What number is it?"

"145," I heard her mumble.

"Okay," I replied. "I'm Lily Lacour. What's your name?"

"Piper Toilestein," she mumbled again.

"Cool name," I replied, and she pushed her glasses up her nose. We walked to her locker, and I dropped off her books in front of it.

"Well, here we are," I said. "I have to go put up my books, so if you need any help again, just put a note or something in Locker 220." Piper waved goodbye, and I walked to my locker.

When I got to my locker, I opened my binder where I put my schedule. Apparently, I had Literature first. Good, my favorite subject. I know what you must be thinking, "Why does she like Literature? Is she weird or something?" Well, no, I'm not. I only like this because I would always read when I was younger to occupy my time. I also like Grammar ever since I wanted to become a writer. I wanted to become a writer around 4th grade when I started reading Harry Potter. I absolutely love Harry Potter, and the writing inspired me to become a writer. I love everything about Harry Potter, especially that it's set in Britain, and I can relate to that. Well, enough about my obsession with Harry Potter, let's get on to the story.

So, as I put my stuff up, my locker neighbor, a girl with brown hair and light brown highlights. Accidentally, her locker door covered my locker, so I politely pushed it back a little bit. After that happened a few times, she said, "I'm sorry, is my locker covering yours?"

"No . . . well, yeah, but it's fine," I replied. "But some lockers have bad hinges, so that happens sometimes. It happened to me last year, but it's fine."

The girl laughed. "Hi, I'm Rhae Kander. I think I remember you from last year. Were you in Mr. Harris's homeroom?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I remember you! You were the girl that Trish called the Black Hole because you talked so much that you sucked everyone into talking!"

"Well, I guess," Rhae replied. "Teachers kept telling me to move all last year, and I was just talking."

"Well, you'd better be more careful this year," I said. "What do you have first?" I grabbed the books I needed for Literature and closed my locker.

"Literature," she replied.

"Same," I said. "Let's go together."

As we walked into the class, Dez saved a spot for me next to him. I smiled and blushed.

"Is that your crush?" Rhae asked in slight disgust.

"No," I said, denying it. "And why did you sound disgusted?"

"Well, no offense, but he's kinda spazzy," Rhae replied.

"He wasn't so spazzy when I first met him," I replied, feeling my face heat up, so I looked at my blue Converse.

"Well, whatever makes sense to you," she said. "I'll go sit next to my friends." So, she walked away.

I smiled as I sat down next to Dez. "So, how was setting up your locker?" I asked.

"Good, I hung up all my posters of penguins, giraffes, and kangaroos," he replied. I giggled. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I replied. He shrugged, and we looked at the front of the class, ready for class to start.

Little did I know that the good first day of school would turn into the worst school year of my life.

A/N: Sorry for my late update, but I had schoolwork, and when I finally started to update, the Wi-Fi crashed! Can you believe that? But, now, here's the chapter.

Well, thanks for the reviews everybody! You guys are great!

Til next time,

~WATT