Edits. I'd like to make this Dash and Kate's first day at this school, if that's okay. If anyone has any objections to how I used their characters in this post, please tell me now!

Kate~

The first day of school is always unnerving. Now, when its your first day of school in a new place, you're starting in the middle of the year, and your twin brother is being annoying, it's MORE than slightly nerve-wracking. I'm pretty sure I'm about to throw up from fear. 

"Dash," I whisper-scream at my sandy-haired twin across the hall as he is sliding his English binder out of his locker. I fumble with my math stuff and glance at the clock. We have five minutes. Kids are rushing to their classes and I make sure they have passed before I continue talking to Dash. This isn't the sort of conversation you want possible future friends to hear.

Dash slowly grabs his pencil case, not looking at me. I swear, he's already covered all his school supplies with doodles and we've only been in this town for maybe a week.

"DASH!" I say again. "Listen! Please. I know you miss your friends and our town—I do too— but like Mom said, try to, you know, have fun!"

Dash turns. His usually sweet amber eyes are fiery. "Shut up," he hisses bitterly. "It's easy for you to say. SOME people can make friends at the drop of a hat. Not everyone is perfect." And he brushes off down the hall.

I stand there for a moment. "Dash..." I say, but he doesn't turn. Shaking my head to forget about his negativity, I focus on the upcoming challenge of Math class.

Okay.

I check my schedule, taped onto the front of my binder. Room 26. I hurry down the corridor, checking the numbers. 20, 22, 24, 26, 28... Oops, I passed 26. I turn around and slip into the correct classroom.

A middle-aged man with deep brown eyes and curly black hair is standing at the front of the room. "Er... Mr. Davis?" I squeak.

He nods. "And you must be our new student. Class," he turns to them, "this is Kate Jackson." He gives a slight chuckle. "Funny, we have several new kids this time of year. Must be the weather." He laughs uproariously at his own joke. I force out a smile, though I don't find it very humourous.

"So, Kate, tell us a bit about yourself." Mr. Davis instructs me.

I shift nervously from foot to foot. "Uh, hi, I'm Kate. I have a twin brother named Dash. I like dancing, and uh...yeah." I inwardly cringe. I like dancing. What sort of idiot says, I like dancing in front of a MATH class?

I am barely listening as Mr. Davis assigns me a seat next to a slightly tall girl with bright green eyes and curly orange hair.

"Now, please open your books to page 37 and read the first page on fractions and decimals." I do so.

"Hey," the curly-haired girl whispers. "I'm Giselle. Nice to meet you. I love theater. I want to be an actress when I grow up."

I whisper back. "I'm Kate, as you know. I'm the same way about dancing."

"Like, ballroom?" Giselle scrunches her nose up.

"Nah," I say. "Ballet. Jazz. Contemporary. That sort of thing."

"Cool!" Giselle says. "You know, I also—"

"Ahem." Mr. Davis says. "Have you finished reading the assigned section, girls?"

"Not yet," I say, flashing a sweet smile, turning to my book. I can hardly keep from grinning. This making friends buisness is a lot easier than I thought. Now, the only thing I have to deal with is preventing Dash embarassing me...

Dash~

I hate this school, I think sullenly as the English teacher, Miss Bellani, drones on about the required seventh grade reading list. Blah, blah, blah. Instead, I turn my attention to the kids. From a convenient vantage point in the back row, my eyes carefully survey everyone.

I don't remember any names from the roll call, and the main thin I notice is that the majority seem to be wearing sports jerseys. Basketball. Soccer. Even one girl has a tennis tournament polo on. I glance down at my plain, red t-shirt and feel slightly self-concious.

The girl sitting in front of me has very pretty dark red hair, spilling like a waterfall down her back. It looks so soft, like silk. The only real experience I've had with girls' hair is Kate, who howls about its messy state almost daily. I resist the urge to reach out and touch it.

A few words jerk me back to reality. "...and now we will be filling out worksheets on conjucting verbs. Sage, please pass them out." The red-haired girl stands up and walks to Miss Bellani, taking the stack of papers. As she turns toward the class, I can't help noticing that her eyes are a very nice dark hazel. My heart skips a beat and I shake my head to clear it of these odd thoughts.

Sage sets a sheet on my desk. "Oh, uh, thanks," I stammer, looking into her eyes and feeling oddly dry in the mouth.

"No problem," she says.

How awkward can I be? I resist the temptation to stab myself with my pencil. 

Sage~

A thrill of excitement runs through me. I've waited for math class throughout the day, and now it's finally here! I can't help but smile. English. The very thing our world was built on, the-- my grin falters as I see the girl sitting next to me, Zaniyah, smirk. Her dark hair is twisted up in a stylish ponytail, perfect for playing sports. I never really had an interest in sports. Too much running, not enough thinking, if you ask me. Zaniyah leaned over to a girl next to her and whispered in her ear. They both giggled and stared directly at me. I quickly slid into my seat, embarrassed. I have to learn to keep it inside, I reminded myself. When in Rome... I was the only physicist in a school of jocks. I had no place here. Keeping my head low, I only raised it when our teacher called my name. I stood to pass out papers on conjuctating verbs. Starting with the boy behind me, I handed a sheet to him. His eyes widen and he stammers "Oh, uh, thanks," and hesitantly takes the paper. Hey, he's kinda cute, I think to myself. 

"No problem," I say back. I continue down the row, eventually working my way through the classroom and back to my seat. The rest of the day is a blur. Even with the thing that happened with the boy in English class--Dash, the teacher called him--I can't think of anything else but Dad. Rosey and I are going to see him tonight. As soon as the bus pulls up, I leap off it and make a break for my house. Bursting into my front door, I race into the kitchen, where Rose is sitting at the table, coloring a picture. She turns, excited. "Sage!" she says, clenching me in a hug. 

"Hello, Rose!" I reply. "Is Mom home yet?" She shakes her head no, and is about to say else when the doorbell rings. I race to the door and ask who's there. "It's me, Sage," a tired voice replies. I hurriedly open the door and let my mother in. She places her briefcase on the table and hugs both of us. "Now," she says, looking down at our eager faces. "Who's ready to go see Darryl--Dad?" We both nod vehemently, jumping up and down. She laughs and leads us both out to the car.

When we arrive at the hospital, Rose and I speed-walk into the elevator and to Dad's room. Rose rushes right in, but I pause for a moment, then walk in. My dad is lying on the hospital bed, a nurse next to him. He raises his head and sees Rose and me. "Sage! Rose!" he exclaims, then coughs, red trickling out. "Dad!" I say, worried. He waves it off, but I know something is wrong. 

We visit with him, and it's so hard I can barely force myself to leave. But I have to, so I exit the hospital room and go back downstairs with Mom and Rose. We're quiet all the way back, thinking about Dad. I lean against the car door and gaze out the window. Please, I think. Let him get better.  

I'm going to change it so that Lillian is 13. If anyone objects to how I use their characters, just tell me please and I can change things. 

Lillian~

Gym class is supposed to begin in two minutes. Tired of staring at the clock, I look around the room. A group of girls stands around talking about some big game that happened yesterday, and a bunch of boys in basketball jerseys are casually shooting hoops. That new girl, Kate, I think, is already chatting comfortably with friends she made yesterday. I wonder how she does it. I've been going to this school district since kindergarten, and I still wouldn't say I have any. Except for Zoe, of course. Since she moved to Ohio I haven't seen her at all. I can't wait to get home and email her.

Mrs. Ferguson shouts for our attention, and I'm hoping we aren't going to have to do basketball again, though we probably will. Last time it was so embarressing, trying to shoot the ball one-handed. Of course, all of the other kids can do it easily because they're so skilled, but I shoot with only my left hand out of necessity-- I was born without a right arm. I don't get teased about it much anymore, but I can always tell when people approach me how their behavior changes, like I'm some sort of freak. Today I stuffed the right sleeve of my sweatshirt and put the end in the pocket. Of course, it wouldn't fool anyone who knew me, but at first glance at least I look like a regular human being.

Guess what? It's basketball. We're divided up into small teams and play against each other in mini courts. I don't really pay attention to who I'm playing with. I just kind of hop around like a fool, waving my arm like I'm doing something so that Mrs. Ferguson won't shout at me. I wish she'd let me sit out, but apparently I have to try my best with one arm. So I pretend to. But I wish I was doing something more worthwhile.

My teamates roll their eyes at me, struggling with our opponents for posession of the ball. It slips from someone's fingers and bounces away. A boy from the other team runs after it and passes it. But against all logic he passes it not to a teammate-- but to me!

I recognize that boy. His name is Dylan, I think. He's always holding the door for me like I can't get it myself, which I find kind of annoying. Still, he's friendly enough, which is a quality most of the other kids lack.

As for the ball, I step aside and let it bounce past. Basketball's stupid, anyways. 

Matt~ 

Basketball. Well, it's not as bad as football, where the intent of the game is to beat up everyone else on the field with a different-colored jersey just for the posession of a weird hollow leather thing that isn't even in the shape of a ball, but there's still the potential to fall and hurt yourself on the hard floor of the gym.

The bouncing basketballs fill the gym with an irregular echoey rythym, with a melody of squeaking tennis shoes and kids shouting themselves hoarse. A concerto of gymnasium discord in B flat minor, opus one. 

Am I supposed to be playing basketball? I forgot. Well, I guess I'll just keep on forgetting. I whistle the opening to my new masterpiece.

"Matthew!" Mrs. Ferguson warns as she hurries past.

I smile winningly and lean on the gymnasium wall. A kid who I think I'm supposed to be playing with glares. I keep smiling, and he looks away. I congratulate myself. That's why they say keep smiling, Matt. It never fails.

I begin to whistle again. That cute new girl, Kate, glances my way. I wink, but she doesn't seem to notice. Layla Owens nudges her friend. They look at me and blush.

"Ladies' man!" the boy playing next to me whispers.

I just shrug, smile, and keep on whistling. 

~Giselle~

"Heads up!" A basketball comes flying into contact with my face. Typicall. I can't wait for lunch next period. I plan out in my mind who'se going to be sitting at my lunch table with me: Sage, Sadie, Clara... Oh, and Kate, the new girl. She seems pretty nice. 

"Watch out!" Another one comes flying into my face. I rub my nose as the coach blows her whistle and calls me aside.

"Harper, you've got to get your head in the game! This is the second time today. You're going to get points taken off for participa-" 

"-I know, I know," I interrupt, "but it's just-"

"-Yes, we know," (now coach is interrupting me), "You're a 'theatre kid'. But you've got to get your head out of Tiny Orphann Anna and focus on the game."

I feel my cheeks flush. "It's Little Orphan Annie." Coach rolls her eyes. "Same difference. Now get out there and PAY ATTENTION!"

I force myself not to do anything crazy, and I halfheartedly fail at basketball. 

~~~~~~~~~

The bell rings and I run out of the gym faster than I've ever ran in gym. Inside the girl's locker room, I can hear the converstations of girls on the soccer team, talking about how awesome their last game was. I roll my eyes and go in a stall to get changed. 

I run out of the locker room full speed ahead, and I grin as I sit down at a circular table that no one's claimed yet. I watch the entrance to wave some of my friends over. First, Sadie walks through the door. I practically stand up on my chair, waving wildly. I get some wierd stares from other kids, but I don't care. Sadie smiles and walks over to me. 

"Did you meet the new kid yet?" she asks as she slides into her seat.

"Kate? Yes! She's really nice. I think I'm going to invite her to sit with us."

Next, Sage comes through the door and I wave her over too. A few seconds later, Kate and Clara walk in, talking to each other. I smile and wave them over. Kate seems suprised, and then happy. I keep my eyes on the door, watching for that new girl I saw earlier. I think her name was Evelynn? And there she is! As she walks through the door, she stares at the crowded cafeteria and looks around for a place to sit. She goes to sit for the corner, and I can't help myself. 

"Evelynn! Come sit with us!"

My friends sigh and roll their eyes. 

Sage shakes her head. "You're such a charity case, Giselle."

I smile and shrug as Evelynn walks over.

"Umm, hi?" her eyes dart around the table.

"Hi! I'm Giselle. This is Sage, Clara, Sadie, and Kate. You're new here, right? Welcome to the school where everyone is totally sports crazy and there are absolutely no-"

Clara nudges me. "You're ranting again."

I blush and sit down. "Oh.. sorry."

"So, where did you move from?" Sage asks.

I'll post stuff from my other charrie's perspective's later.

Skye~ 

First day of school. I was recovering from the stomach flu and couldn't come to the actual  first day of school.  So now everyone has found their new friends and I am three days behind them. I walk into my first class. "Hello, Skye," the teacher says. "Hope we don't all get the stomach flu." He laughs at his own joke. "Have a seat." I sit down. "Everyone," he says, "this is Skye. She is from Italy." "So," a girl says, "can she speak English?" "Yes," my teacher answers, "Skye has been studying English for a long time. Skye, how about you tell everybody a little about yourself." I stand up "Hello," I start. " My name is Skye, as you probably know, and as you also probably know I am from Italy." "What do you like to do?" a boy asks. "Well, I like to sing, but my main interest is debate," I answer. A couple people snicker. "Can you make good pizza?" the same boy asks, holding back laughter. A bunch of people snicker this time. "As a matter of fact yes, I do make delicious pizza," I answer. "Alright, that should be enough. Everyone, pull out your workbooks," my teacher says. So far, first day of school, not going great. 

I walk into the cafeteria. Today they are serving macaroni and cheese. The bright orange, gooey, sweet stuff. Ew. I get my food and head to an empty table. It would be weird to walk up to a random table with random people, and ask to sit with them, no I have to be invited. Besides, I don't know who is friendly yet. "Look, there's the French girl, we should go sit with hear," I hear. I have a feeling whoever they are they are talking about me. People here easily confuse the countries in Europe. 

Is It too late to join? I've been so caught up in the Kyngdom thing that I didn't really notice this. I'll wait for a reply. 

This topper is up too late.

...

TOP!! 

~Britt~

Gym. Oh, what. a. joy. And we're playing basketball. Running around chasing a ball is not something I really want to do. I would skip, but if I get another detention, mom will KILL ME. Legit, KILL. So instead I just stand in the corner and watch everyone make a fool of themselves. The coach is too busy yelling at people not paying attention to even notice that I'm in the class. I stare at my nails and wait for this BO-RING torture to be over.

~~~

Finally, the bell rings. I walk calmly to the girl's locker room, and instead of shoving, I quietly slip in front of people. And... Yes! I got to the mirror first. I apply mascara and roll my eyes as the girls talk about stupid stuff like sports. I slip into the bathroom stall to get changed, and I slip out of the locker room. The smell of fresh air is a welcome change. The locker room reeks of sweat, perfume, and de-oderint. Not a welcome combination. I slide into a table and glare at everyone who comes close. I don't really like people. Emerson comes and sits down beside me. People would never have guessed that we would become friends, our personalities are so... different. But as soon as we met in 4th grade, we were instant friends. I mean, I guess she's my best friend... I mean, it's not like I have any other friends.

"Hey," she says, "how was gym?"

I roll my eyes. "Horrible."

More later!

Sadie-

I walk into the lunch room, and hear Giselle calling me over to her table, just like she does every day. I walk over to join my friend, and as soon as I sit down, a new girl walks in. I know her name is Kate because I had an English class with her this morning. She looks around shyly, and the thought of her sitting alone, or at the table across from us where the mean girls sit makes me sad.

"Giselle," I say, "we should invite Kate over to our table."

"Good idea," she says. "I met her and she seems really nice."

We call her over to our table, and she seems relieved. Our other friends join us, then Giselle notices another new girl.

"Hey guys, there's another new kid. I think her name is Evelynn. Let's invite her over."

She invites Evelynn to sit with us, and I am very happy that Kate and Evelynn are here, because it looks like I made some new friends. Suddenly I hear the noise of tiny wings flapping. I look up and see a ladybug flying above me. After a moment, it lands on the table in front of me.

"Guys, look," I say.

"Cool, a ladybug," says Giselle, pausing her conversation to look. Then she turns around and resumes talking to Kate.

"It's just a ladybug," says Sage, uninterested.

"But it's trapped in here," I say. "I'm going to bring it outside."

I carefully scoop the bug up off the table, making sure I don't hurt it. I walk across the cafeteria, towards the door on the other end. Then I see trouble. Piper Ellonds is walking towards me with her group of mean girls.

"Where do you think you're going?" Piper asks.

"Outside," I respond.

"Why do you want to do outside?"

I need to think fast... "What's that!" I say, temporarily distracting the girls. This is my chance. I sprint out the door and open my hands. The ladybug flies away into the blue sky and I smile. I just saved a life.

When I return to our table, Sage jokingly tells me I'm a nature freak.

"I fully agree with you," I say, still smiling.

Sorry it's so long. 

WoW! Nature freak!!! YAY!!! And now I know that term is used more than I thought!!! I'm sorry, I'm not joining this, but I had to say that.