AN: Oh my gosh, I'm sorry that I haven't updated this story in a few months. Jeez, I've been so busy! Anyways, I hope you like it and support this :) Thank you for checking it out and taking the time to read it!

"Callie! Callie! Oh my god, oh my god! Mom! Mom!" My eyes began fluttering at the sound of her annoying screams that were fluctuating left and right. In the mist of opening of my eyes, I see Cassidy running in circles with her hands scratching her twisted face. I raise my arm up and clutch her jacket. She suddenly stops and turns toward me with tears in her eyes. I start to pull myself up until Cassidy attacks me back to the ground with what she calls a 'bear hug'. It should be called " Let me squeeze the living shit out of you until you die" hug. " Oh Callie, I was so worried about you!" I look at her with menacing eyes. " Get off of me." " Oh Callie I'm so excited to see you up again!" " GET OFF OF ME." " Oh gosh I'm really happy that you're up! And-" " GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME BEFORE I FUCKING STAB YOU!" With that, she shut up and started to loosen her grip on my neck. Once I can move my arms freely again, I push her out of my way and get up to my feet. I smooth out my clothes to their formal condition and look up to meet her stare. We lock eyes for a second before I spin on my heel and walk back to my room. I hear her smirk in the background as I'm walking back. " By the way, make sure you look your best for your little BOYFRIEND Callie! Hahahahaa!" Her laugh sickens my stomach to the point where I want to puke. On her face of course. I roll my eyes and flip her off with my left hand. Her laughter becomes louder and I swear she may have fallen since I heard a thump after I closed my door. Good. I walk to my closet and look for something to wear. In the corner of the closet , I notice the door to my special closet with the big lock glistening with the light. Probably with Stan coming over I may have to open it. Scratch that. I WILL have to open it up once I see his ugly face. I look back to the hanged clothes and decide what to wear. After a few moments of pushing clothes back and forth, I decide on a purple shirt with the Eiffel tower on the front and lace crossing the back and skinny jeans with a pair of black converses. I face the mirror and start making silly faces. I start twirling on my heel, making a variety of poses as if I was a model and a fashion diva. An awesome one though. Not like those sticks that parade the runaway and act like they are hot shit. Please, if I wanted to see a stick, I could just go outside and look at a tree. They're filled with them. And they actually look good. After testing out my model status, I go to my desk where both my makeup box and computer lie, ready for immediate use. I pull up iTunes and blast out Streets of Gold by 3oh!3. Maybe not one of their best albums but certainly one to get Stan and Cassidy off my head. At least for a little while. Opening up my makeup box, I take out the necessities and head off to my mirror. After a while of dealing with my indecisiveness , I decide on purple smoky eyes with a light pink to bring out the deep purple. Once I'm done with the entire makeup process, I twist my hips left and right to make sure I look decent enough. As I was grabbing my makeup from the ground, the album finishes and iTunes shuffles my music and plays Pain by Three Days Grace. I begin to feel every note vibrating through every nerve in my body, making me remember the numerous hours I spent trying to perfect this song on my guitar. My guitar. I run to the closet and look around for my guitar. After throwing boxes to and fro, I see my precious standing against the wall in the back, waiting for me to strum her stings like old times. I pull her out and sit down with her up against my torso, running my fingers up against her blue, wooden base, picking up each string and letting it drop to create a vibrating note. The sound fills my ears with nostalgia as I relive a piece of my past.. - Pain was my all time, favorite song. I lived every day of my life with this song whirling around me, giving me a sense of comfort as I walked through the halls of my old school. I didn't have any friends and I was labeled even more after I came back from JV. It wasn't even my fault but I was still classified as a monster and people would outcast me in every way. And it wasn't as if I had a family to go back to. Even my own family out casted me and treated me like I didn't belong. They always favored my sister and made sure that she was always happy and had what she wanted. While she got to go her 'special trips', I would be sent to hospital after hospital because I was labeled as 'dangerous' and 'mentally unstable'. I was diagnosed with problem after problem. I went from having narcolepsy to sleep apnea to bipolar disorder to borderline to anxiety. I took pill after pill, needle after needle, desiring to be perfect like my sister but instead, I still diagnosed with more and more. People began to figure this all out and I was known as the problem child throughout the town. The only things that kept me company was my guitar and the song. They were the only things that kept me from giving up and succumbing to eternal darkness. They were the only things that wouldn't judge me and outcast me from. The only things that would understand me and never leave my side no matter what happens. Since I had nothing to do during the recess and lunch break, I made it a goal to learn how to play that song on my guitar. I would go to the music room everyday and practice. Practice makes perfect, right? I spent countless hours, minutes, seconds trying to perfect this skill but I still never was able to perfect it. I was beginning to lose hope in myself until that fateful day occurred. It was during a sunny day in the middle of April. Instead of enjoying the sun like the rest of the kids were, I was in music room, practicing over and over again. I could hear a few murmurs in the hallway outside but I was consumed with the notes that my guitar was playing. So consumed that I never noticed the door opening on that day. "Hey there. Callie is it?" said a voice to the right of me. I looked to the right and jumped in my seat when I saw my 3 idols, Missy, Jenni, Abby, standing by the door, staring at me with devious eyes. These people were the ones that I looked up to every day and always desired to be like them. They would ignore me on a daily basis and act as if I was invisible, always bumping into me without even saying a murmur. I always wished that they would acknowledge my existence, knowing that, in reality, they would never even turn an eye toward me. And now, here they are, wondering what my name is. Oh my fucking god. " Oh yes I-I'm C-Callie-e.." I stuttered out. I slapped myself internally as I watch Missy come forward. " You have a really nice guitar Callie." She began to stroke the wooden base, lightly strumming the stings. " Oh, um, thanks..." " You know Callie," She stops and looks at me with daring eyes. " You're really good at playing the guitar. I haven't heard such talent in a long time. Every time it's been recess, I make a point to stop behind the door and hear those notes. Have you thought about putting that talent to good use?" I stare back at her with bewildered eyes. " Oh, um, thank you. And no, I haven't.." " What!? Why not!?" She asks of me intensely. I jumped back and tried to find a place to grip. " Well, it's just that.. No one ever offered me anything before so..." Missy scoffs and returns back to Jenni and Abby. They each give a look to each other, nod, and look back at me with smirks. My eyes shift back to each of their faces, questioning their smirks. Missy coughs and prepares for talking. " Look Callie, we have been talking for the past couple days about this." My heart beat began to race. " And, gosh, well, you have a talent. A really serious talent. And the fact that you've been wasting it on this fucking room, well, it fucking bugs me. It bugs all of us." The blood in my veins begins to fluster my face and turn it blood red. " So, after discussing it for a few days, we want to ask you if you, yes you Miss Callie, would like to join our band, Soul Sister Evolution!" Missy exclaims with a grand smile, arms outstretched into an almost linear V. Every motion in my body stopped and I stare at them with surprised eyes. " Yeah Callie, you're so good. You would be fucking perfect!" adds Jenni. Abby rapidly nods in agreement. " See, Callie, even these two agree! You have talent, I swear. You wouldn't want to waste it right?" I shake my head in agreement. " Then, what do you say? Are you up for it?" Missy asks with her hand stretched out toward me. I stay frozen for a while longer, thinking about my decision. They were right. I did have a talent. I had a talent that has been overlooked so many times. A talent that could give me a new chance at life. A chance to live my life with friends and recognition without the labels that were placed upon me. Plus, these girls are my idols. Why would I say no, especially to them? I look towards the outstretched hand, verifying my fate. I hop down and stop a few inches away from her boney fingers. I look at her hand, then her eyes. I nod and grab her hand, giving it a everlasting shake. The room fills with smiles and laughter as I get attacked by hugs at full force. Even a smile managed to escape and appear where my usual frown was placed, giving me a sense of a new life and new chance. I return all the hugs and we all were filled with- "CALLIE!" screamed my horrendous sister, snapping me back to reality. "CALLIE!" she screeched again, banging on the door with god knows what. I hope it's her head. "WHAT!?" I yell back, staring through the door with my signature death stare. "Your little BOYFRIEND and his family are here! Hahahahahaaha!" With that, I hear her running down the hall, each footstep growing more and more distance. My blood continues to boil at the mere mention of ' boyfriend'. Stan Marsh and I are NOT nor have we EVER been together. We used to be really close friends until he decided to be a fucking pansy and break every form of trust that was created between us. That little asswi- "CAALLIIEEEE! GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE AND SAY HELLO TO OUR GUESTS!" screamed my mother from the dining hall. Damn that woman can yell. I set down my guitar delicately and open my door to go fulfill my mothers wish. Who knows what will happen to me if I didn't comply? I already have enough scars as is. As I walk out, I can already hear the voices of the Marshes and my parents greeting each other. There is laughter resonating through the dining hall into the whole house. I sit with my torso against the rail, my legs shooting out of the bars, kicking back and forth in the air. I see hugs and lots of touchy- feely moments. It even looks like Mr. Marsh is getting frisky on my mom. How has his wife not killed him yet? I look around until I see Stan standing by mom. My whole body fills with a flame as I see him looking around. He turns to the left and looks straight up at me, with surprised eyes. I return the same look until my view of him comes back and give him the look of a pissed off bear. Mom bear, to be more specific. I stare at him a bit longer until my stomach begins feeling like it's twisting. I get up and return back to my room, not even saying a word to any of them. AN: Finally we start to get some ACTUAL characters in here! After this chapter, it should be looking more like a fanfiction so please do stayed tuned! Again, thank you so much for taking the time to read my story and I hope you like it/see potential with it! :)