Author's Note: Glad to have some followers so I am continuing the story. James is based slightly on me (about 10 to 5%) and the rest is from my mind. As for Cat's portrayal she is going to be half regular Cat and half Ariana Grande herself. Also a reviewer pointed out my OC has the same name as an author, well that is just coincidence; I put an explanation of his name on the review page. I own nothing of Victorious and am not associated to Nickelodeon in any way.

LITTLE WING

Chapter 2: First Day at a New School

I walked out of the bathroom and got dressed in my room. I put on a shirt that had a design of an acoustic guitar that faded into tribal lines then I slide into a pair of blue jeans then I threw my wallet, pear pod, cell phone, and keys into my pockets. I went to my mirror used my deodorant and cologne then got some hair wax in my hand then used it to style my hair to something that resemble the video game character Nathan Drake. I looked at my watch as I picked it up to see the time; I had about 45 minutes until school started. I walked to the kitchen and saw my mom making breakfast; she was finishing making grilled cheese and served it. As we both ate she once again wanted to make sure that I wanted to go to school.

"Are you sure about this"

"Mom you asked me for the 57th time, and yes I actually have been counting, I am absolutely sure. Hollywood Arts is the best place for me to go to and after all the years of homeschooling I just want to try and go to a school and have as close to normal of a life I can possibly have."

"Okay James, as long as you are happy"

"Thank you Mom,"

I raised one of the grilled cheese from the plate to my mouth and took a bite and as I chewed I heard.

"James are you really sure"

"58"

After finish my breakfast then dealing with my mom's 59th time asking if I was sure, I was able to go into the living room to retrieve my backpack I prepped the night before and lastly my Red Gibson Les Paul Custom that I was practicing with al week. As I placed it in to its case I looked up and saw my,,, my father's guitar, a true classic, a worn Fender Stratocaster with a black gloss and white pick guard. My father was a famous Guitarist, he was like the "Elvis" of the 80s; his music was a mix of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and AC/DC that had lyrics ranging from slow colorful pieces to full rock with messages, lastly his skill with a guitar was a mix between Jimi Hendrix and Eddie Van Halen. I didn't get to know him as much as I wanted to, not that I didn't see him I did. He would play with me and taught me chords, scales and my first guitar lick on his Strat but he died when I saw 6 in an unfortunate plane crash when he was going to fly home on a private jet. Looking at his guitar I made an oath.

"One day I will be like you, make you proud continue, the Patterson legacy"

Then I hung my head low, "As soon as I can write lyrics for my songs"

As I finished packing my guitar tuner, cables and extra picks in the built-in compartment I went to the garage and jumped into my fully restored 1970 Dodge Challenger with a red paint job with two black racing running over the top to finish it off. I opened the trunk to place my guitar and backpack then returned to the driver's seat. I was quickly interrupted by my mom giving me hug and wishing me luck. I went into the car and drove off to start my first day of school.

As I arrived I was completely overwhelmed, Hollywood wasn't like ordinary schools I looked at it was something special. Everywhere somebody was doing something impressive from dancing, to working on computers for films they made, even jamming out and it was to one of my father's classics. I parked got my stuff from the truck and walked in and went to administration. I was given a locker and my schedule my first class was acting class with Mr. Sikowitz. As I walked out of the office I bumped into someone.

"Oh My Gosh I am really sorry," I apologized with to a very attractive and seemingly nice caring girl.

"It's ok I wasn't looking where I was going, I can tend to be a little bit of a clutz," she said.

"Sorry though I'm new to school, and I mean literately new to school."

"Oh really I was new last year, not to school but I think you will be fine even though Hollywood Arts can be quite a unique school"

"Thanks, I'm James by the way," I spoke as I stuck out my hand,

"Well I'm Tori," she said as she shook my hand, "if you need any help just ask."

Coming Soon Chapter 3: Tori, Classes, the Gang, and HER