Yellow! Applications are still open, but I thought you might want to see the first chapter. The first couple of chapters will be a little boring because we're just meeting the families, but I swear it gets better! Anyway. Final OC list for the Oliver Family.

Oldest Daughter: Kambreigh Autumn Oliver
Youngest Daughters: Kiara Nicole Oliver and Cecelia Bobina Oliver
Beck's nephew: Patrick Jefferson Oliver

Kambreigh's POV

I sat in my room putting the finishing touches on the summer project I was assigned. My name is Kambreigh, or Kam. I was a senior at Hollywood Arts Performing Arts High School. At least, I would be soon. It was August 23rd, so school would be starting soon. You've probably heard of my parents. Jade West and Beck Oliver?

"Kam, come to dinner!" Mom called from outside my door. I heard the thud of sneakers as Kiara and Cece ran to the table.

"Just a second mom!" I shouted back; fully focused on what I was doing.

"Kambreigh Autumn! Now!" she replied.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, putting down the pencil that was in my hand. "Coming!" I shouted and stood up. My long orange boots made a soft sound with each step. My dark hair bounced behind me. I was wearing a bright yellow t-shirt with dark blue skinny jeans.

My room was closest to the kitchen so I made it there in no time.

Kiara's POV

We were all sitting at the table eating our (burnt) chicken and (soggy) salad. Obviously mom made dinner that night. I kicked off my grey converse underneath the table. I looked at Kam as she reached across the table and grabbed the salt.

I looked down to conceal the smirk on my face with my dark brown ringlets. Kam must have seen because she raised an eyebrow and opened the container. She smelt it and grinned.

"Ki?"

"Yes?" I replied innocently, stretching out the word.

"Is this sugar?" she asked, looking me right in the eye.

"Maybe."

Cece's POV

I smiled as Kiara said 'Maybe.' Kiara is my twin sister and probably my best friend in the whole world. I mean, we're not super close, but she is my sister. We're not nearly as close as Molly and Liz Shapiro (mom's best friend's kids), but we're still close.

My name is Cecelia Oliver. I have mild non-aspergers autism. But really I'm not considered different in my family or to my friends. I can do everything anyone else can do, just…differently. Mom helps me with math, and Dad takes walks with me. Kammy is usually too busy to hang out with me, but that's okay.

Kiara are going into high school soon. She auditioned to go to Hollywood Arts, but I didn't. I'd rather go to regular school. In fact, I was pretty good in school. I took regular classes with everyone else and I could do math in my head that most people could only do without a calculator.

Dad said I was a really unique kid, which makes me so happy.

Patrick's POV

My name's Patrick. Patrick Oliver. No, I am not one of Beck and Jade's kids if that's what you're thinking. I'm Beck's nephew. I was thirteen years old and I had a pretty messed up life.

When I was seven, my dad died in a car crash. Three years before this story, when I was ten, I moved in with the Oliver's because my mom was diagnosed with stage two leukemia. So, I was sent to live with scary aunt Jade and my crazy cousins. The only thing I had left of my old life was my hamster Roland, and my lab, Tarzan.

Kambreigh constantly tried to get rid of Tarzan, though, because she's scared of dogs.

So, in a twist of irony after Ki's prank failed, Tarzan escaped from my room and scampered into the kitchen.

Kam jumped up onto her chair. "Patrick! Get him out of here!" she demanded, pointing at Tarzan and trying her best to look brave while she was standing on a chair. I laughed and took Tarzan by the collar.

"Come on Tarzan," I said, pulling him back to my room.

Just as I was walking out of my room and into the hallway, I heard Ki shriek and jump off her chair. I dashed into the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" I asked quickly before I noticed she wasn't there. "What happened?"

"It's here!" she squealed, clutching something in her hands.

"What is it?" I asked, walking towards her to grab it, but she stepped back and held it closer.

"It's my acceptance letter to Hollywood Arts, stupid," she replied hastily.

"Don't call Patrick stupid, Ki," Uncle Beck said to her.

I looked at the envelope and noticed it was still sealed, "It's still closed. How do you know you got in?"

"Because it's me you're talking to," she replied before ripping it open.

I watched as her eyes moved rapidly across the paper.

"Aha!" she smiled and pulled the sleeve of her tank top back onto her shoulder, "Miss Kiara Oliver. Congratulations. You have been accepted into Hollywood Arts Performing Arts High School. The first day of school is August 30th. We are glad to have you at out school." She read aloud. She threw her arms up in the air, "Yay!"