Hey all! I'm feeling much better, thanks for all the support! I've decided that the update date for this story will be SUNDAYS! I MAY change this throughout the story, but it should remain Sunday. Oh, and I forgot to say this in the last chapter, but thanks to Linneagb for designing the story's new cover photo! Enjoy!

Aaron Oliver Kim's POV:

Aaron filled his bags with the necessary books and closed his locker. He spun around and came face-to-face with a group of five Cheerios. The girls just stood there, staring at Aaron for a few minutes. Aaron raised an eyebrow and they all ran off, giggling.

Aaron had been getting a lot of attention from girls in the last year, but he couldn't figure out why. Not much had changed. He'd just pierced his ears, that was about the only thing that was different about him. Aaron still had the same jet-black hair and brown eyes. He still looked as Asian as ever. His body was still athletic-looking and lean. He still had the same intoxicating smile and he still stood at 5'11. But girls acted as if there was something different about him. Not that he was complaining or anything.

Aaron's phone buzzed in his pocket and he saw that he had three unread messages, all from his mother, Kayla Kim. Aaron grinned at the texts and typed back a reply. Aaron and his mother were very close. His mother still lived back in South Korea with Aaron's father, but they still talked on the phone most nights and he was able to bond with her when he visited his parents during summer. Aaron's relationship with his father is very different. Aaron's father, Kim Hyukjin, was a cardiovascular surgeon turned businessman. Aaron's father can be very cold and manipulative, but Aaron has seen a kinder side to his father in the past.

Aaron moved to the US from South Korea when he was 13. As a child, Aaron often showed off his cold and mean side, which meant he didn't have very many friends. Back when he was in school in South Korea, he was bullied by a group of kids who called themselves 'Iljin'. They were horrible to him, and after three years, Aaron finally fought back. Not physically, but mentally. He turned them against eachother and now they barely speak. That was when Aaron discovered that he had a manipulative and intimidating side. In his opinion, it was a good quality to have. He'd never use it on his friends, but if he was ever in trouble, it was comforting to know that there was a safe way out.

Aaron currently lives with his uncle, who works at a hospital as a cardiovascular surgeon. Aaron and his uncle have a very good relationship and they're like two peas in a pod.

Aaron continued down the hall. Just as he turned a corner, he collided with an angry-looking senior and he fell to the ground.

"Hey!" Aaron complained, standing up.

The senior turned around and gave him a terrifying look.

"What did you say?" The senior said through gritted teeth.

A crowd started to draw around Aaron and the senior and Aaron's palms began to get sweaty.

"Oh no." Aaron whispered under his breath.

"Hey, I'm talking to you Wong-Ton." The senior said, moving closer to Aaron.

Aaron's breathing became heavy and he began to feel dizzy. He ran as fast as he could away from the crowd and came to a stop in front of the school exit. He pushed open the doors and was at once met with the crisp September air. He put his hands up against the wall and took deep breaths. After a while, he felt a bit better. He fumbled for the cigarette box in his pocket. He clumsily stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

"Ahhh." Aaron sighed with relief, blowing out smoke.

Smoking always made him feel better.

Conor Fitzroy's POV:

Conor tidied his books in his locker. Happy, he removed the necessary books and closed his locker. He started down the hall and ruffled his short, ash-brown hair. Conor turned a corner and noticed a big group of people surrounding a senior and an Asian boy that Conor recognised. Conor ignored the worried look on the Asian boy's face and continued towards Biology class. Conor didn't like to get involved where he wasn't necessary, after all it wasn't any of his business.

Conor never really got picked on because, to be honest, there wasn't really anything to make fun of him for. He got decent grades, so they couldn't call him a nerd. He was thin, so they couldn't call him fat. He didn't look strange. Conor has pale blue eyes, thin lips, a large nose and he stands at 6'2. Sure, people could pick on him because of the size of his nose, but there were way more deformed-looking, obese, stupid or nerdy kids around here to keep the bullies busy.

Conor arrived in Biology class a few minutes early. He chose a seat in one of the middle rows and sat down. Just then, a girl ran into the classroom crying. The girl was wearing black jeans, a white hoodie and a pink top. Her fat stomach poked out of the bottom of her top and Conor couldn't even count the amount of chins she had on his hands and feet!

The girl stood at the top of the classroom, still crying. Conor looked around at the empty classroom and cleared his throat. The girl looked up and stared at him for a few seconds.

"Do you think I'm fat?" The girl said, sobbing.

Conor shrugged, 'Kind of.'

The girl's mouth dropped open and she fled the room, screaming at the top of her voice. Conor furrowed his eyebrows. Did he say something wrong?

Conor shrugged it off and took out his books just as people began to arrive in the class. A boy with greasy black hair and acne walked into the room. There were only two seats left in the room, one beside Conor and one on the other side of the room. The boy glanced from one chair to the other and eventually sat down next to Conor.

Conor gagged at the stench that the boy emanated.

"Excuse me, can you move to the other side of the class? You smell really bad and to be honest, you make my eyes hurt." Conor said in a plain voice.

Hurt flickered across the boys face and he moved to the other seat.

Why did he look so hurt? Did I say something? Conor thought.

The teacher, Ms. Hogan, walked into the classroom and slammed the door behind her.

"Welcome back, class, to another year of biology!" Ms. Hogan exclaimed excitedly, her blonde curls bouncing as she strode to her desk.

A few of the boys at the back of the room began to whistle at her, and she stared daggers at them.

"Anyway, today we'll be looking at Human Reproduction." Ms. Hogan announced, beginning to write on the board.

"Aw yeah!" A boy shouted from the back of the room and everyone laughed, except for Conor.

God, Conor thought, this is going to be a long year.

Mira Anabelle Magana's POV:

Mira lay on the green grass outside the school and stared up at the sky. Something about the fluffy white clouds sailing across the sky, mixed with the sound of her music thumping into her ears made her feel relaxed. Mira sat up and pushed a strand of her long, dark-brown hair behind her ear. She hit pause on her iPod and stuffed it in her bag. Mira stood up and stretched before turning around and entering the school.

Mira sailed through the halls nonchalantly and stopped in front of the notice board. She signed up for Math Club and Glee Club. She had been in the Math Club last year, but she had only just decided to give Glee Club a try. After all, music was almost like an escape for Mira.

"Hey, Mira!" Mira heard someone shout.

She turned around and was at once met with the wet, gooey feeling of slushie in her face. Her mouth dropped and she wiped the sticky substance from her eyes. She looked up and saw a tall, ginger girl in a Cheerio outfit towering over her, smirking. Everyone began to laugh and Mira sprinted into the toilets, her eyes brimming with tears.

It took Mira about ten minutes to clean up and when she was finished, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Mira hated the way she looked. She hated her small, almond-shaped, brown eyes and her small, pink lips. She hated how she was so small, just reaching 5'3. She hated her long, chubby legs and her small waist. She hated her curvy body and her long, thin nose. Mira had been told before that she had a body to die for, but she doesn't believe that.

Mira sighed and took a picture out of her bag. In the picture, seven year-old Mira was sitting on her mother's lap. They were both beaming. A tear dropped onto the photo and Mira took a deep breath. She missed her mother dearly. Her mother had passed away just before Mira began High School, and it was tough not having a girl around to talk with.

Mira heard someone running towards the bathroom door and she dived into a cubicle as fast as she could. She heard someone open the door and run inside. Mira heard a girl crying and she got down on her hands and knees and peeked out from under the cubicle door.

Mira was surprised to see Tayla Mallory standing in front of the mirrors, sobbing her eyes out. Then, another girl with long brown hair and red highlights entered the room. Mira recognised her from somewhere, but she couldn't remember where.

"Uhm... Tayla? Are you okay?" The girl with highlights said in a tiny voice.

"Get. Out." Tayla said through gritted teeth.

The girl with highlights stepped forward and put a hand on Tayla's shoulder. Tayla shoved the girl with highlights to the floor.

"I said get out!" Tayla bellowed.

The girl with highlights fled the bathroom as fast as she could and Mira covered her mouth.

"Oh, Tayla," Tayla said to her reflection in the mirror, 'You need to sort yourself out.'

Mira raised her eyebrows. She was surprised to see the school's queen bitch so weak and small.

"Look at you. Falling for your best friend," Tayla said, 'Avalon's too good for you. And she's straight anyway.'

Mira's eyes grew wide. Avalon? Avalon Brickstone?

Just then, Tayla turned on her heels and left the bathroom. Mira blew a sigh of relief and stood up. She left the bathroom and headed to her first class.

Eloise Amanda Summer's POV:

Eloise wheeled through the halls, gaining the usual looks of pity she always received. Eloise had been in a wheel chair or two years now. Her car was involved in a three-way collision, which killed Eloise's mother and sister and left Eloise in a wheelchair, with no hope of ever getting out. After the accident, her father got a new job and they relocated to Lima. Her father re-married relatively soon after the accident, and Eloise was disgusted. She barely talks to him now.

All in all, Eloise was a beautiful girl, if you ignored all of the scars and the chair. She has wavy, chocolate-brown hair that falls halfway down her back with a sweeping side fringe. She always wears her hair down. Her eyes are a warm hazel colour and she stands an average height of 5'7. She is slim.

Eloise's body is covered in scars from the accident. She has a scar on her head from when she went through the windscreen, another scar on her wrist, various scars on her legs and a huge scar running along her stomach. Not to mention the various scars on her arms from where she cuts herself. Sometimes the painful memories of her parents mixed with the strange looks she receives are too much and she can't handle it.

Despite all of this though, Eloise is a very cheerful person. She loves to make people laugh and loves to enjoy herself. She doesn't have many friends though, because people are sometimes scared away by her chair and her scars.

Eloise continued to wheel down the halls, alone. And then she saw him. Her beacon of light and hope in this gloomy place. Her boyfriend, Jonas Valentine O'Grady.

Jonas and Eloise have been together for a year next month. They met in Biology class after their teacher made them lab partners. Jonas had a terrible accident when he was younger. When he was three, he accidentally poured boiling water on his face, and now he has severe scars on his forehead and some on the left side of his face. He tries to cover the scars with his hair, but Eloise thinks he's gorgeous anyway.

"Hey, babe." Jonas said, planting a kiss on Eloise's cheek.

"Hey." She replied in her thick British accent.

"Sorry I couldn't walk with you to school today, things are a bit hectic at home." Jonas said, looking down at the floor.

"It's fine! Don't worry about it." Eloise replied, gripping Jonas' hand.

Jonas always walked Eloise to school, because Eloise hated driving in cars, for obvious reasons.

Jonas smiled, 'Come on, let's go to your locker.'

Jonas wheeled Eloise to her locker and got her books for her.

"You're perfect." Eloise said, taking the books from Jonas and giving him a kiss.

"I know." Jonas winked.

Eloise laughed, 'Hey, can we go to the notice board? I need to sign up for Art Club.'

Jonas nodded and brought Eloise to the notice board. Eloise got Jonas to sign her name on the Art Club sheet. Then, the Glee Club sheet caught her eye.

"Hey, sign me up for Glee aswell." Eloise said.

Jonas smiled and did so, 'You do have an amazing voice.'

Eloise blushed, 'How would you know?'

"I heard you singing once when you were getting ready to go out." Jonas grinned.

"What? Where were you waiting?" Eloise asked.

"Under your bed." Jonas replied in a serious tone.

Eloise laughed, 'You're such a weirdo.'

Jonas laughed and wrapped his arms around her, 'Yeah I know.'

Eloise smiled as she wrapped her arms tightly around her boyfriend. She could stay like this forever.

"I have to go to class, I'll see you at lunch." Jonas said, breaking the hug.

"Okay. Bye!" Eloise said, giving her boyfriend another kiss.

Eloise watched as Jonas walked away and she smiled. How did she get so lucky?

Thanks for reading! The next chapter will be the final part of the intros! If your character was in this chapter, review to let me know how I did!