A/N: So, here's the first chapter, as promised. each character makes an appearance in this chapter. Not all chapters will be like this. No way I can have every character is every chapter. Next chapter will be auditions, and that should be up soon. I'm hoping to keep with a once a week update at least. Also, do you guys think that 14 characters is good, or no? I'm not sure.

So, I hope I have done all your characters justice. Feel free to contact me if you have questions or concerns. Also, to those who haven't already, please tell me who you think your character would get along with, who you could see them having a possible relationship with, and who they wouldn't like. I really need it, it helps a lot. Okay, I think that's all, and please review. I want to know what you're thinking.

Enjoy :)

"Thanks mom," Elizabeth Fletcher called over her shoulder as she got out of the Jeep, smoothing out her leather jacket. "Catch ya later."

"Elizabeth!" her mother said quickly, before Liz could slam the door shut. Waiting for her daughter to pause and look at her, she gave her a pointed look. "Will you please think about what your father and I said? Joining a club will be good for you."

"Yeah, yeah, alright mom," sighed Elizabeth

Her mother nodded, sighing as well. Sometimes she feared her daughter was a lost cause. "Try and be good today, alright?"

Elizabeth rolled her bright green eyes. "I'll try," she assured, voice laced with sarcasm, but she had shut the door and spun around before her mother could scold her again.

Liz strutted into school with her head held high, dyed red hair a bright pop among her dark, leather clothing. She smiled to herself as she made her way to her locker. It felt somewhat unnatural to be so happy this early in the morning, but she wasn't going to question it. She had that good feeling in her bones, excitement, like there was an adventure waiting to begin, and she couldn't complain about that.

The was a page posted to the locker when she reached it, and Elizabeth tore it off without a second thought. Why couldn't people just stick to using the walls to pin stuff up? She moved to throw it in the garbage when the heading caught her eye. Glee club.

Elizabeth paused, frowning to herself as she scanned over the sheet, deep in thought. Maybe if she joined glee her parents would finally get off her back.

She made her way back to her locker, opened it, and shoved the sign-up sheet inside.

Perry Dawson sighed as she rolled up to the school parking lot on her skateboard, brushing a loose ringlet from her face. She adjusted her backpack on her shoulders, weaving through the multiple people who were making their way inside just before the bell rang. She slowed as she reached the sidewalk, hoping of the board and flipping it into her hand without a break in her stride. She smirked to herself, she had gotten really good at doing that, and it felt kind of good.

She slipped into the school just as the warning bell rang, signalling that she had five minutes to get to her locker and then get to class, which was no trouble really. Being in grade twelve meant that she was able to get around the school in no time flat, which was considerably convenient.

She entered her combination with ease, pulling it open and shoving her skateboard inside. She pulled a granola bar from the top shelf and tore into it. They had only been in school for a couple weeks, so at least she didn't have to worrying about it being older than Mrs. Kent, her history teacher from hell, but Perry was too hunger to care anyway. She hadn't eaten yet, and this granola bar -albeit slightly stale- would stop her stomach from growling all the way until lunch.

"Hat off, Miss Dawson," called a stern voice from over her shoulder.

"Yes sir," Perry exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm, not even bothering to check which teacher has scolded her, nor pausing to pull her toque off her head. In fact, she tugged it down over her ears -the middle of September and Washington state was already starting to cool down.

"Oh look, little orphan Annie actually showed up today," cooed a male voice from behind her, coming up to lean against the lockers next to hers.

Perry scowled, turning around and pulling up her too-big ripped jeans by the belt before facing the boy in question. "Fuck off, Levi," she spat at the tattooed boy. "I'm Latina anyways, you idiot, I look nothing like Annie," she said, gesturing to herself. "Nor do I randomly break into song."

Levi stepped back, holding up his hands in defence and flipping his jet black hair from his eyes. "Whoa there Dawson, someone's snippy today," he observed with a chuckle. "And I'm Hispanic too...well, half."

Perry rolled her amber eyes. "I really don't care," she told him honestly.

"I think you should," Levi commented. "Besides, I wasn't referring to your "stunning good looks" Dawson," he continued sarcastically. "I was talking about how-"

Perry slammed her locker shut, the sharp sound echoing through the hall and startling Levi. "I know exactly what you were referring to," she assured. "But I suggest you stop referring to it."

Levi scoffed. "You gonna make me?" he questioned cockily.

Perry sighed, turning to face him. Though his smirk was casual, Perry could tell he was ready for a fight. It was a shame, she wasn't looking to get into anything so early in the day, she already has a split lip from her run in with another boy last week. She cracked her knuckles. "Would you like me to?"

Levi's nostril's flared, and he was half-way through raising his fist when a voice from down the hall interrupted him.

"Yo, Levi, let's go," a boy with a backwards hat called from down the hallway, waving his friend over.

"Yeah, Levi," Perry said in imitation of the boy, voice deep. "Buzz off." Before Levi could reply again, she ducked around him and made her way around the corner, smirking. Perry walked quickly, glancing up at the clock. One minute until class. Plenty of time.

Jordan Greenaway sped quickly through the halls, head down and books clutched tightly to her chest as she tried to make it to her second period class. There were so many people in this school, so many people that she was significantly smarter than. She wished she could just be in college already.

Her train of thought was interrupted when a body knocking into her, sending her stumbling backwards and her books skidding across the floor.

"Sorry!" exclaimed the girl that had knocked into her, pulling out her earphones as they both bent down to gather their things.

Jordan nodded, brushing her curly hair from her eyes and not speaking, but silently cursing the girl for not knowing how to walk. She pulled her books back into her arms, quickly grabbing one of the girl's notebooks for good measure.

She stood up once she had all her things, standing to the side and allowing for the girl to pass. Once she was out of sight, Jordan pulled out the notebook she had snatched and flipped through it. She frowned. The notebook was relatively empty, only a couple of pages were filled with scribbles in a language that Jordan did not understand. Brows furrowed, she searched for a name.

Property of Anya Jacobs. That meant nothing to Jordan, but then again she didn't really know anybody in the school, besides the teachers that was.

Jordan leaned against the wall, flipping through the notebook again. A loose paper fell from the pages, and the blonde fumbled with it, grabbing it out of the air before it hit the ground.

GLEE CLUB AUDITIONS.

Jordan tilted her head to the side, reading the page quickly and considering it for a moment. She glanced around, and when she was sure that no one was paying attention to her, tossed the notebook into a nearby recycling bin, but kept the flyer, shoving it into her backpack.

Quickly and with ease, she made her way back into the stream of people heading to class, thoughts not on the chemistry quiz she had in a couple minutes, as it should of been -though why bother, she would ace it anyways- but on the possibility of joining a glee club. It was ridiculous...or was it?

"Eh, Speedy, you hear that Ms Rodgers was starting a Glee Club?" a dark-haired boy questioned, picking at his cafeteria lunch.

Spencer McCall raised a brow as he bit into his apple. "What even is a Glee Club?" he questioned with a tilt of his head, dark blonde hair falling over his shoulder. He swallowed. "Like, what do they do? Doesn't glee mean like 'happiness' or something. Is this a club about happiness? That's lame, I mean-"

His friend shrugged. "I don't know," he said, interrupting quickly. "Sing and shit?" he suggested.

"Sing and shit?" Speedy repeated, tapping his foot under the table. "Oh yeah, I guess that makes sense."

His friend smirked mischievously. "I dare you to try out."

Speedy looked at him. "Try out for a stupid singing club when I don't even sing?" he questioned, pausing to let a smirk slowly spread across his face. "Deal."

On the other side of the cafeteria, Emilio Rivera and Gregory Morin sat facing each other, throwing cards down on the crumb-ridden table.

"You're coming to practice today, right?" Greg asked through a mouthful or food, setting a card down on the pile and frowning with Emilio didn't answer. "Come on, EJ, you know coach'll freak out on you if you miss another practice."

"Yeah, yeah," EJ shrugged, picking up a card. "Can't go," he said. "And sure, I'll come tonight."

Gregory nodded, and the two boys returned to their game of cards. After a minute of silence, EJ spoke up again. "Do you ever do anything other than basketball?" he questioned.

Greg shrugged, slightly taken aback by the sudden question. "Not really," he replied. "Besides, practice makes perfect, right? Why would I do anything else?"

"I don't know, for a change maybe?" EJ suggested.

Greg nodded. "Alright, sure," he said. "Like what, then?"

Emilio glanced at the flyer posted on the wall behind Greg, that one that he hand been staring at the whole lunch period. "There are Glee Club auditions on Thursday," he informed, then quickly added, "We don't have practice that day."

Greg furrowed his dark brows. "Glee?" he repeated, considering the idea. "I don't know man, glee instead of basketball?"

"Not instead," EJ assured. "Just as well. But, your dad wouldn't like it, would he?" he stated bluntly.

"No," Greg responded with a quick shrug, but then again his dad didn't really like anything that didn't have to do with basketball. "Would yours?"

Emilio grew quiet at the mention of his family, fist curling underneath the table. "Whatever," he decided quickly. "Let's do it anyways."

Greg raised a brow. "Really?"

EJ nodded firmly. "Yes," he said. "Greg, we're joining Glee Club."

Evan Conaway was just praying for something to interrupt his math teacher's lesson when Shay Meyers strolled into class.

Evan glanced at the clock. She was only twenty minutes late today, which wasn't that bad, considering she often didn't come to class at all. It's not like she needed to anyways. Everyone knew that Shay had the best mark in the class, even if she was absent more often than not.

"Care to explain why you are late, Ms. Meyers?" their math teacher, Mr. Jones, questioned with a raised brow.

Shay rolled her ocean blue eyes. "Not particularly," she murmured under her breath, -but loud enough for Evan to hear- and turned to face the teacher.

"What was that?" Mr. Jones asked.

"Oh, nothing Mr. Jones," Shay assured, voice going up an octave as she batted her dark eyelashes. "It's just, my brother needed my help, and I really had to make sure he was okay," she said in a sickly sweet voice. It was pretty obvious she was lying -Shay Meyers had quite the reputation around school, and part of it was about how she never went to class- but Jones has always been a sucker.

"I promise it won't happen again," Shay said, another lie.

Mr. Jones nodded. "Of course, Shay, take your seat."

Shay nodded, face morphing back into a scowl as she slide into her seat next to Evan.

Evan glanced at her. "Do you even have a brother?" he questioned under his breath.

"Is it any of your business?" she shot back venomously.

Evan shrugged, looking away from her. Poor girl, he thought, she needs help, there is obviously something going on. Maybe he could help her. Evan glanced at Shay once more, but quickly adverted his gaze when he received a death stare. Then again, maybe he should just leave her alone.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun!"

Dylan Jamieson shook his head, long dark hair flying around his face. "No way, babe," he said, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. "I am not joining Glee Club."

Ashleigh Rayne frowned, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "But why not?' she questioned.

Dylan scoffed. "Cause it's lame," he answered simply.

Ashleigh playfully whacked her boyfriend on the arm. "Oh, don't say that," she scolded lightly. "You know that's not true. Besides, you love to sing."

He shrugged carelessly. "Whatever," he responded. "Either way, I wouldn't join some stupid club to sing show tunes with a bunch of nerds.

Ashleigh rolled her hazel eyes fondly, scanning the hallways in search of someone to back her up. "Sabrina," she called with a smile, spotting her friend at her locker just several feet away. She waved her over. "Come here."

The blonde nodded, shutting her locker and making her way over to the pair. "What's up?" she questioned.

"Dylan thinks Glee Club is lame," she said, looking pointedly at her boyfriend, who just shrugged.

Sabrina chuckled. "It's not lame," she assured.

"Ha!" Ashleigh exclaimed triumphantly. "See, it's not lame at all," she decided.

"Oh, come on," Dylan exclaimed, looking over to Sabrina. "I thought Brits and Aussies were supposed to like each other."

The British girl shrugged. "Well..."

"At least more than Americans," Dylan supplied.

Sabrina nodded. "That is true."

Ashleigh smiled fondly at the two, rolling her eyes. "Whatever," she said, turning to her best friend. "You'll join with me, right?"

Sabrina bit her lip. "I don't know..."

"Come on, please," Ashleigh begged.

"Oh fine," Sabrina relented with a sigh, running a hand through her pink-streaked hair. "Sign me up, okay. We've got to go to cheer practice. You coming?"

"I'll be right there," Ashleigh assured. "Just give me a second."

"Ash..." Sabrina warned, not wanting to be late. She knew how the coach got.

"I'll be right there," Ashleigh repeated, watching Sabrina nod and go before turning back to her boyfriend. "Now you have to join," she said.

Dylan chuckled, leaning back against the wall. "No way, sweetheart."

Ashleigh pouted. "Please. For me?" she questioned. She knew Dylan would do whatever she wanted him to do. He may seem like a bad boy, which he was, she supposed, but he was a real softy around her.

Dylan sighed, well aware he was fighting a losing battle. "Alright," he agreed after a moment. "I'll audition, but I make no promises."

Ashleigh squealed in excitement, clapping her hands together. "Great," she cheered, scribbling their names on the sheet posted on the board next to them. She placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "Now you go to your guidance appointment, I've gotta go to cheer before coach, or Sabrina, come looking for me." With that, Ashleigh moved around him and sped quickly towards the gym.

Dylan shook his head fondly, taking a moment to smile to himself before his face returned to its normal frown as he made his way down the hall.

School hadn't ended more than fifteen minutes ago, and yet the library was almost empty, except for Park Sun-Yung, who was studying at one of the tables, dark brows furrowed.

A soft greeting of "Good afternoon, Sunny," pulled the Korean girl out of her textbook.

She looked up and smiled at the librarian who had spoken, tucking a piece of light brown hair behind her ear as she did so. "Good afternoon, Karen," she responded kindly. She spent a great deal of extra time in the school, so much so that she was one a first name basis with a significant amount of the staff. "How are you?"

The red-headed librarian slid into a seat across from the student, resting her hands atop the table. "I am well," Karen assured. "And what about you? Don't you have anything you should be doing right now?" she wondered.

Sunny's brows furrowed. "Well, of course, Karen," she replied. "I'm studying. I've got a essay for History due in a few weeks."

Karen chuckled fondly. "No I mean other than that, an extra-curricular perhaps," she suggested, sighing when Sunny only gave her another confused look. "You know, they look really good on a college application. The board with all the sign up sheets is over there." With that reminder, the librarian gave Sunny a final smile before standing and returning to her own desk.

Sunny turned her head to glance over at the board that Karen had mentioned, biting her lip. After a moment of hesitation -and one last look to make sure Karen wasn't watching- Sunny stood and cautiously made her way to the other side of the library.

Once she was there, Sunny quickly scanned the assortment of sheets pinned to the bulletin board, dark eyes narrowing at the thought of having to join a sports team. She supposed she could join the Mathletes, but would that really show her well-roundedness? Perhaps not.

Sunny sighed to herself, ready to just join Mathletes when she eyes settled on a page in the bottom corner. Shifting the rest of the papers so she could read it, a curious smile appeared on her face.

"Glee club?" she whispered to herself, glancing around quickly to make sure no one had heard her speaking. When she was once again sure that there was no one watching, Sunny clicked on her pen and wrote her name down in small, neat print on the page.

Little did she know that behind her, Karen was beaming with pride.