A/N Ok, so this one is going to be just the rest of the four POVs then the next is going to have all of them, I wanted just to introduce you guys to the characters with out confusion, but I have ideas and I want to get them out to you! So PLEASE REVIEW! Oh yeah, and you'll find out why it's rated T. And just to let you know, I got these memory bits (I didn't steal! Just used the info from them) from other stories (the info) PLEASE REVIEW!

Harper

I looked out the window of my mom's car. I saw the huge high school. I wasn't afraid of what people thought of my fashion. I was bubbly and loved everything! I didn't take criticism so seriously like other people. So I bump into this girl.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Harper!" I figured you were always supposed to introduce yourself.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Alex." I got the feeling she was going to say something but then she clutched her stomach with one hand and covered her mouth with the other and ran to the ladies' room. Did I come on too strong? I didn't think so, everybody says hi and their name. Then a few minutes later I bumped into Alex again.

"Hi Alex!" I said enthusiastically. I hope it didn't come out too strong. She smiled weakly.

"Hi, uh," she said, probably forgetting my name so I said it again for her.

"Harper," I said seeing if it rang a bell.

"Oh right! Harper! Hi Harper!" she said. We started to talk about ourselves. I talked about all the creative dresses I made and showed her pictures. She was pretty nice; she didn't run away so I thought that was a point. She as well as I just moved to South Carolina. We talked about what we liked and didn't like. By homeroom we were best friends! Or at least it felt like that!

Rikki

Ugh, I thought as I walked to school. I didn't like school, at all. Let alone a new school. Stupid landlords, can't they make the rich pay more than the poor? I wasn't poor, at least not that poor. I still got fed, sometimes, and I still had clothes, sometimes. I found whatever job I could get. My dad fixed bikes and things like that. My ex Zane, he's a jerk, stole an expensive thing off a bike that my father had worked so hard on and my father instantly hated him, like totally hated him. We still dated and there was this one night where our relationship actually meant something. I knew he was a great kisser, but the way it felt when his hands went down my blouse to unbutton it. I shivered, but it was a good shiver. It was an amazing night. His dad wasn't home so we weren't interrupted. We were young and naïve back then and still together. We broke up and I moved. I still remember the tongue war we had that night and especially the way it felt. It was like heaven on earth, nothing could be better. Now I was million miles away from that night. I didn't mind, Zane was a jerk and I never should have dated him, but that night, that night was nothing I would ever regret, never, not in my whole entire life, I will never regret or forget it, it's in my head like concrete, it's mine. I was in the hallways that were way too small to fit all the people that needed to get through. If high school had to have so many people, couldn't they just make bigger hallways? I bumped into this girl. No duh, who doesn't bump into people in these cramped hallways? And if they don't how don't they?

"Sorry," I said. That was very unlike me. I never apologized, unless by force, or I really had a strong connection to that person. What was going on with me today? I was saying sorry and I promised my dad to be good in school! Plus I barfed my dinner out this morning. Thank goodness it was only a piece of toast since we had run short of money to buy anything else.

"It's alright," she said. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, a sweet smile, and an amazing voice. I wondered if she sang, she would be pretty good. Ugh! What am I doing? Why am I complementing a total stranger? After this conversation I was going to the nurse to check if I was coming down with something!

"Ok, I'm Rikki," I said. Now I was giving her my name? I wanted to punch myself in the face! If she knew my inner conflict I would beg her to punch and slap me until tomorrow! Now I'm using big words like inner conflict? What is going on?

"I'm Bella, nice to meet you," she said. She put out her hand. I shook it. Now I was shaking hands? I really needed to go to the nurse! Something was definitely up!

"Nice to meet you too," I said. Oh GOD! I'm being nice and polite to people? I really needed to go to the nurse now! And before that the bathroom! I had a sudden urge to pee, even though I peed like fifteen minutes ago! There was that nausea again! God something was not right with me! I ran to the bathroom and puked out my breakfast. And then did my business. What was wrong with me today? Peeing every fifteen minutes, puking, being nice, making promises, and saying sorry? I really needed to see the doctor! I ran to the nurse's office faster that a person could say 'hall pass'. On the way I ran into another blonde girl. Her books went ALL over the place, and I do mean ALL over!

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed. Again, with the sorry!

"It's fine, I'm Juliet," she said. I helped her pick up her books. Now I was helping people?

"I'm Rikki, it's nice to meet you, and sorry again for running into you," I said. Really? Being nice AND apologizing in one sentence?

"It's alright, it happens. Nice to meet you Rikki," Juliet said. I smiled apologetically and ran to the ladies' room. Stupid nausea! Then I ran to the nurse careful not to bump into anyone.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Rikki."

"I'm Nurse Helen. Nice to meet you Rikki, now what seems to be the problem?" she asked.

"I threw up three times today," I said. I wasn't going to tell her THAT much.

"Alright, would you like to call a parent, I have a phone if you'd like," she said. I nodded and dialed my dad's number. No answer. I sighed and hung up. I guess I was just going to have to live through the day. I walked out utterly disappointed and again ran to the ladies' room. Stupid nausea!

Bella

I was walking down the hallways thinking of my ex Will. He was handsome and basically my favorite person in the world until we broke up. It was kind of sad that we did, especially when I had to move. I was stuck in the car with my four year old sister Brianna for hours on end. Boy was that hell. I was just walking when a girl bumped into me. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Rikki; it was a pretty name, kind of sounded like a boy's name though. Then she ran to the bathroom clutching her stomach and put her hand over her mouth. Probably just nerves. I kept walking. I ran into another girl.

"Hi, I'm Juliet," she said. We smiled and we talked for a while then I had to head to my locker. I was pushed around by some people, but I didn't really care, after all these hallways were way too small.

Juliet

I was perfectly happy until a girl ran into me. I forgave her immediately despite myself. I was supposed to be grumpy! Not all forgiving! Family problems is all I will say. Her name was Bella. That was a really nice name; I wish I had a name as nice as that. All I get is stupid Juliet! I would trade any name for mine! Juliet is way too well known! Then a girl ran into me making my books drop all over the floor. That really pissed me off! Twice! The first time I was okay with, I got a good vibe from Bella. I didn't get such a good one from this girl. We introduced ourselves and she said she was sorry. She gave me an apologetic smile and then was off. What was that? Talk about rude! She did look sick though, I hope she feels better if she's sick. I never wished bad will on people, I didn't want to give off that kind of vibe. I was more the go with the flow girl. I laughed in my head. Going with the flow. I laughed again and this time out loud. My boyfriend, Justin, and I had gone with the flow last summer while I was over at his house. I had snuck into his room and the kissing and tongue fight had become more involved than I ever could have imagined. Sadly we broke up and I moved down here to South Carolina. We broke up because it was just a far spread and I can't handle long distance relationships that well. What the hell? I can't handle relationships at all! The one with Justin was actually the one that went over a week! And we had kissed! With others it had just been going to a movie with a bunch of other friends and then the next day we broke up. Justin was really someone I liked. Even if I was in eighth grade and he was a junior in high school. He was still amazing, and amazing to me. So honest and sweet. He would send chocolates and little love not poems. He was just a different part of me. The better part. I was heartbroken when we broke up. I cried for a whole week and wouldn't get out of my room. I was utterly depressed and then I had to move. It helped ease the memories, but the long travel distance in the car just made me want him more. Lost in my thoughts and memories I ran into this girl.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm Grace."

"It's okay; I was the one who ran into you. I'm Juliet, nice to meet you," I said. We shook hands and got into small talk. We knew each other pretty well when we got to homeroom.

Grace

I was walking around absentmindedly. My thoughts drifted toward Jack, my ex. My mind traveled back there many times lately. I would imagine conversations with him. I would dream about him. I would pretend I wasn't angry at him for making me lose my virginity, my pureness to him. I had promised my parents not to do what I did before I did what I did. I didn't tell them. My dad got an amazing doctor job suggestion and he took it. We moved to South Carolina. Jack and I broke up right before that. I was still furious at him even though it could have been the best nights of my life, wait scratch that, best time of my life. It felt so right and so real. Like there wasn't anything else that could be pleasing. Nothing could beat that one night. It was amazing while it lasted. In the morning I realized what I had done. I slapped Jack and yelled and screamed like a two year old. We broke up then and there and two days later I moved. I didn't mind it that much then. I was still furious at Jack. He knew what my virginity meant to me and the promise I made to my parents and he said that he would wait and then in the end he lied. I guess I learned never to have a boyfriend again. I was fourteen and already had lost my pureness, that was just so the opposite of me. I was usually the good girl. I went to church and helped church a lot. I never broke curfew, I always did what my parents asked. I was like a little angel. Now I wasn't perfect. Only one person is and that's Jesus Christ. I was close to perfect. I really enjoyed church and helping people. I didn't do it for the money. In fact, I was furious when my dad told me I was getting paid! I gave all the money back into the offering plate. I wasn't doing it for the income. I bumped into a brown haired girl.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me," I said. I helped her up and got her books for her.

"Thank you, and it's alright, I'm Cleo," the girl said. She was nice.

"You're welcome. May God be pleased with your kindness. I'm Grace," I said I put out my hand and she shook it gladly. She looked at her watch.

"Oh man! I really have to go. I'm sorry Grace, but the bell rings soon and I still need to call my dad and get to my locker. I'll see you around," Cleo said.

"See you around and God bless you," I said. I said that to everyone. Everyone deserves to be blessed. They all deserve good fortune. After all the prayer says and forgive our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. So God forgives people, but he wants you to forgive the people who are not so nice to you as well as the nice and not wish bad will to anybody but love them. I went to my locker and headed to homeroom alone. I didn't mind.

Cleo

I was in the hallways of school missing Lewis, my ex boyfriend that was millions of miles away from where I was. I didn't mind. He was great and sweet, but I didn't really want a boyfriend, let alone lose my virginity with him, but that was over and done with. I made sure my dad didn't know and I made sure my annoying little brat of a sister, Kim, didn't know as well. She just loved to tattle on me and if she got her hands on that information I can't even imagine all the ways she would use it against me and get me in trouble. I ran into this girl named Grace. We talked a bit until I noticed the time and rushed off. I could tell she was a Christian. There's nothing wrong with Christians, it was just that her vibe was a bright and brilliant one with niceness. I hurried to my locker and tried calling my dad. No such luck on the house phone and on his cell. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to call him later. While I was at my locker a girl came up next to me and opened the locker next to mine.

"Hi," I said smiling. I was always trying to smile and be nice, after all they do say to treat others as you want to be treated.

"Hi, I'm Emma," the girl said smiling and being friendly and polite. I knew that the golden rule was right!

"I'm Cleo, nice to meet you Emma," I said. We started to talk, and by the end of the conversation (when we got to homeroom) we knew each other pretty well. She was smart and organized and also very serious. She treated her friends like they were the most valuable thing in the world, which I thought they totally are. Friends are always there for you and to be happy you have to have friends, no doubt about it.

Emma

I was walking through the school's hallways looking for my locker. Not so easy when more than a hundred people are trying to go the opposite way as me. I finally got to my locker and noticed a brown haired girl next to me. She smiled and said hi. I smiled and said hi back and introduced myself. We became automatic friends. It was like we had known each other all our lives rather than a few minutes. She was smart and amazing and great at modeling. She was bubbly and exciting and just an amazing person to be around. I loved everybody, even if they were my enemies. Everybody was put on this world for a reason and everybody else that's around them are as well, and by being near any one it made them one step closer to their final destination of happiness. Like people crowding in the hallways were bringing me closer to realizing and adjusting to a new school. Meeting Cleo was helping me make friends. Everything on earth is here for a reason. That's why life is so important. I don't get why people commit suicide. Everyone has depressing points in their lives and usually it gets better. If it doesn't than they should express themselves in some way instead of just killing themselves. People need to express themselves in what ever they do. It's important and vital to life.

A/N I know this was a LONG chapter! I wanted to split it but that would be too much work! I hope you guys like it! It's going to get better! And this was just before homeroom starts just to let you guys know that. Thanks for reading this really long chapter! I have a tendency to write way too much when I'm given the time to write. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this! Please review!