Thank you everyone who sent in characters. It means a lot to me.

Also, in case anyone who would like to submit characters, Riana Salvatore has a story that is running along this one, which will be one of their rivals at Nationals, and as far as I know (as of now) none of the characters will meet before then.

I will have the tumblr, and cast list for this story up by the end of the week. This chapter will have three POV's. Brycen Woods,

Chapter 1

"You," I hear someone call out. I turn around to see who it is, or if I even have any classes with them, then, as cliché as it is, I point to myself.

"Yeah, you," he announces, as he comes closer, and I get a chance to look at him. I have no clue who he is, but I recognize the fandom t-shirt that he's wearing, and his blue eyes, his messy dirty blond hair, and I wonder why of all people in this school, he had to talk to me. Then I push myself back into reality.

"I have a name, you know?" I point out, as though it were a question, as a couple more students pass as they were headed to their lockers, or headed to class. I was wondering when I would be a part of them.

"Not that it matters, but I'm Brycen," I point out to this kid, as I was curious as to who he was, and then just for some reason had totally forgotten what I had wanted when I see a couple of students who had already decided to make out in the hallway. Then he finally decides that he wants to say something.

"Yeah, I'm aware. You sit up front with the rest of the nerds, and I sit in the back of the room, trying to learn something," he tells me, as I'm aware that he still hasn't told me what he wanted. If anything at all. I had just started here after moving from Vermont, so I had guessed that wasn't it. This kid was already starting make me annoyed, and if he didn't hurry up and tell me what he wanted, I was about to go all Robb Stark on him, and I was sure the school wouldn't like that, in which case, I was sure that I would be kicked out, and back to Vermont I would go.

"Get to your point. I have a class to get to, and I'm sure that the wouldn't look good on my record," I sarcastically tell him, as I adjust my messenger bag, and try to look for the escape route to the science division, where I was sure I would be labeled yet again, or worse, I would be stuck with the Dr. Who fans, which was mainly the reason I hated science to begin with.

"Never mind. I'll just go to art class, where I can sleep, and still get a passing grade," Atticus tells me sarcastically, and walks away, and sadly, I watch as he walks away. Sure, I may have been crushing on him, but I wasn't about to tell him that, because, honestly I doubted he would would share the same views as I did, as I turn around and head for the science division thinking how bad that this school, even though it was in Manhattan, it still sucked.

-Second Chances-

-Miley-

I walk by the music room, and hear someone playing piano, though I had no idea what the song was. I assumed something that wasn't cool enough to listen to these days, or maybe it was an original song. Whoever and whatever it was, it sounded nice. I just smile, and walk towards my next class, though it wouldn't be for another few minutes. Normally, I'd out pranking the theater nerds, because, lets face it, this school sucks on the theater department, and was to cheap to support an American football team, as other schools around here do.

"You're here early," I hear someone announce, as they seem surprised to see me there.

"I'm trying something new. I want the seats up front, so I can see better," I sarcastically answer, as the other student as they come and sit beside me. I quickly smile to myself, because, hell, this girl was beautiful! I wanted to know more about her, but I wasn't sure if she was a lesbian or not. One way or another, I was going to find out.

She twirled with her hair, so she could give the illusion that she had curly hair, and when I looked at her again, I noticed her green eyes. How had I not noticed them earlier? Then I risk it.

"I'm Miley Brooks," I tell her, and make a note that was the first step to finding out about this girl.

"Like Miley Cyrus?" she asks sounding confused, as though, I had made the name up.

"Yeah, like her," I answer, as a few more students walk in, and scatter about looking for seats to sit in so they could be there for class, and pretend to pay attention. Then I saw one of last years theater nerds walk in, and then I turn my attention back to the girl.

"Ava Mills," she tells me, as it seems the last of the students who would be attending the class walked in, and chose the last remaining seats. Then she seems to avoid me, so I had guessed that she wasn't into girls. Figures.

"Alright now more chit-chat, lets get right to it," our teacher announces, as he walks inside the classroom, and immediately walks up to the whiteboard, and starts writing down math problems, but I couldn't get my mind off Ava, despite, I had always thought Ava was a hookers name.

Just then, someone's cell phone had gone off. "Also, no cell phones in this classroom, unless otherwise stated," he announces to the class, and continues writing on the whiteboard.

"Ava, do you have anything to do tonight?" I ask, as soon as the bell rings, and I catch up with her after class, and I got some judgmental looks, but I didn't care. I knew what I was risking. What was the worse that could happen anyways?

"I have a full day of homework to get to, and no, I don't need a study buddy," she tells me, as though suddenly I was the person she had hated, and wanted nothing to do with.

"I wasn't asking that. I just wanted to hang out, but never mind," I tell her, as I walk towards my locker, and then I had plans to head the music room, and play some piano. Maybe work on a cover that I had wanted to finish. I get to my locker, and ditch my math book, and grab the next thing I needed. A copy of the Catcher in the Rye.

-Second Chances-

-Frankie-

I hated it. This school already, I mean. Then again, I was a freshman, I was supposed to hate this school. If you really wanted to know more, I'm originally from France, and took three years learning English, and a top that, I'm fourteen, and have fibromyalgia, which is why I'm here in Manhattan.

As I walk to my next class I hear someone singing a song by Ed Sheeran, and wonder who would sing a song out in the middle of the hallway of a high school, I doubted he noticed that no one was really paying attention, but he sounded good. Finally I had decided to walk up to him, and talk to him, even if it was a gutsy move.

"You auditioning for anything?" I ask him nervously.

"I have theater next, and I think we're doing some musical, or something like that," he tells me cheerfully, though, I doubted it were true. "Were you thinking of joining as well?" he adds in a faux British accent.

"Nope. I have freshman math classes," I tell him honestly. Though, I despised math most of the time, and wasn't sure as to how I would like this class. The main reason I hated math so much, was because, I was so good at it.

"I've already gone through all of those classes. I got honors last semester," he tells me, as he slips on his headphones, and heads towards his class. Maybe, I should have told him that this was only the first semester, and the second day of school, but didn't have the chance. Then again, I wondered if it would make any difference, and headed in the direction of math class.

"Over here!" my friend, Coby Steller signals to me, as I step inside, and then removes his backpack so I can have a spot to sit in at the front of the room.

"So what do we have plans for today?" I ask, as I sit down at the desk beside him, and pull out my textbook, so I could pretend to pay attention to Mr. Irish Accent teacher.

"Well we could always trash Ms. Smith's classroom, and blame the seniors," Coby suggests happily, as though he had been planning this for a while, in which, I wouldn't doubt that he had been. That was just Coby.

"We don't have seniors in the class. I don't think, anyways," I tell him, and I could the fake sadness in his eyes, after I had said it.

"Well they can't all be freshman can they?" he asks, as he gets his hopes up again, and I wonder if I should change the subject, and tell him about Ed Sheeran singing boy, in which, I thought he was cute.

"No. I don't suppose they can be, but we can find out, since that's our next class," I tell him, as the bell before class goes off, and announces that we're students for fifty five minutes, and we would have to learn about accounting.

"I suppose we can," I whisper to him, as Mr. Irish Accent writes on the whiteboard, and then turns to us to understand what was on the agenda for today, and a test was written underneath with an underline.

"We studying at your house tonight?" whispers Coby, as we go over the chapter that we would need for the test, and I was wondering who was going to be ready tomorrow, since this test was officially less than twenty four hours away.

"Sounds good," I answer him, as the bell goes off, and announces that we have about six minutes to get to our lockers, and grab our stuff, and get back to our next class. As we walk towards our lockers, I see Ed Sheeran singing guy, and sort of waved to him, though he didn't see me. When we got done with our lockers, we headed to Ms. Smith's class.

When we stepped inside, I saw Ed Sheeran singing guy sitting middle section of the classroom, someone else sitting in back, looking as though he were asleep, in which I doubted he was. We also saw book titles, and song titles on the whiteboard. I guess, she had been serious about what she had said yesterday about the singing thing.

This could become interesting, as other students walked in the classroom.