Hola! I'm trying to get through these introduction chapters quickly because I'm sure you find them boring. And guess what? All spots have been filled. You guys are amazing! And just so you know, all pairing have been planned out and were planned out before the story was even posted. Final OC list for the Shapiro Family:
Oldest daughters: Elizabeth Taylor Shapiro and Molly Iris Shapiro
Youngest Daughter: Ariana Marie Shapiro

Liz's POV

I leaned against Molly's bedpost and watched her type away on the computer. I was wearing a little, frilly pink blouse and a pair of jean shorts. Along with a pair of white, one-inch heels. I tapped my foot on the ground impatiently while Molly spoke on the phone.

"OMG! Really? …that's awesome…alright I'll tell her. Bye," she hung up the phone and put it down on the computer desk.

"So?" I prompted, standing up straighter and looking at her through my glasses.

After a long pause that I suppose was meant to be dramatic, Molly exclaimed, "She made it in!" Then we went into an excited phase of screaming and jumping happily. Kiara made it in! Not that we thought she wouldn't, but we were really excited. Ki was a really cool girl and we couldn't wait to go to school with her.

About halfway through our happy dance, our dad – Robbie Shapiro (heard of him?) – burst into the room.

"Are you two okay?" he asked quickly.

"Dad!" Molly shouted. "I could've been naked or something!" She slammed the door in his face. That was usually her response when Dad came in the room. While she amused herself in pissing off our dad, I looked over at her laptop.

"Hmm…" I muttered to myself as I looked at the screen.

This was Molly and I's favorite gossip blog and the best part was it was about our school; Hollywood Arts.

Molly's POV

I finally managed to kick Dad out of the bedroom and once I closed the door I saw Liz on my laptop, smiling to herself.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, making my way across the spotless, pristine room of mine. You see, I have OCD. Like, serious OCD. So things must always be perfect to me but, thanks to modern medical advances, medication was helping me ease up a bit.

I looked down at the screen. Ah, my gossip site.

A long while back, when my parents were teenagers, there was this school website called "The Slap." But the school took it down before Liz and I were old enough to be in high school. So, once I learned about this shut down website, I figured, Why not make something like it? Although, I couldn't figure out how to create a social networking site, so I just created the next best thing.

A gossip blog.

I was always so in on the scoop and what was going on in the school; I figured it was even better than a new 'The Slap.'

I was wearing a spiked bracelet with black shorts and a bulky belt. I had on a black tank top with lacy sleeves. My hair was up in a ponytail and my bangs pulled back by a black rose clip.

"Any updates on HotNewz?" I asked her. No. There were almost never updates in the summer unless something really gossip-worthy happens.

"It has a picture and a story about how you tripped off stage during your performance in Alice in Wonderland," she replied.

"What?" I exclaimed. I didn't post that. Even if I had to rip out my eyeballs and teach them speech patterns, I would find the bastard that hacked me.

Ariana's POV

I peeked into Molly's bedroom and saw her and Liz looking at something on the laptop. Molly looked angry and Liz looked amused. My name's Ari, I'm fourteen and I'm the youngest in my family. It was obvious to me that I wouldn't be noticed any time soon, so I sighed and walked back towards my room.

I sat down on the bed and started my Adele CD. A lot of the time I felt neglected by my sisters because they're so close and they never do anything with me. And when they do it's homework and stuff like that.

After about half an hour, I stood up and walked outside to get Liz's magazine subscription from the mail. I always take it and read it first the put it back for her to get later. The magazine wasn't in there, but there was a little white envelope.

I pulled it out and looked at the letter-head. Hollywood Arts High School. A rush of excitement flowed through me. Yes, I had auditioned for HA. My sisters had already gotten in and they were always talking about how cool it was.

I really didn't think I would get in though. I figured it might be something informing Molly and Liz about a trip or a dance or something that didn't involve me getting into the school.

My next thought was that it was letter saying I hadn't gotten in. That it would point-blank tell me I wasn't good enough and to move on with my life doing anything but singing. But there was always that little tingle of anticipation and butterflies in my stomach. I looked around as if what I was about to see was for my eyes only.

When I was positive there was no one around, I slid my thumb under the flap and opened it. After some official stuff I simply skimmed over instead of actually reading, there came the good part.

Ariana Shapiro, your audition for Hollywood Arts amazed us…

I braced myself for the worst. I had learned in my life that whenever you heard something like that, there was always a "but" after it. Nothing good ever came after a compliment like that.

Which is why we're happy to welcome you into our school. Congratulations! School starts August 30th, we're happy to have you.

I just stood there for a few minutes, staring at the paper with my mouth hanging open – making sure I had ready correctly. When I was sure I could read properly and could move once more… I screamed.

I screaming excitedly and ran into the house, jumping up and down like a little girl.