Cleo-

I take a deep breath in the mirror. I couldn't sleep last night. This is my first year of going to school. I have been homeschooled my entire life. But my classmates didn't need to know that. I looked for anything to wear. I tried on my floral miniskirt with a light pink, matching top. I liked it, but knew pink was NOT the color, nowadays. So I put it back. After many attempts, i finally choose a brown skirt with a sparkley gold, tunic-like and drapey shirt. I am so nervous. I put on a pair of short brown boots and steady my hand for my makeup. I do the whole works; a base of powder, bronze blush, goldish brownish eyeshadow, eye liner, mascara, and eyebrow liner. I take a look in the mirror and sigh. I do not look like myself at all, with my outfit and makeup. I rub off the eyebrow liner and eye liner, reapply the mascara and eye shadow, and put a dab of lipstick on. A little better; I still look, from my make-up, a dressed up little girl going to a dance recital. Oh well, it is too late now; I walk out the door and wait for the school bus. I could walk to school but my outfit and makeup is way too much for walking down a street. I groan. Boy, I am totally making a fool of myself. All i can do is pretend to be something I am not; a cool, indifferent, confident middleschooler. Oh great. This is gonna be interesting. 

~|Irina|~

My alarm blares, waking Saki and I up. The first thing that pops into my mind? School. Ugh. Last year was ... awful. Just awful. Aya running around as if she owned the school, shunting me around. Yup, I'm the loner type of gal.

No thanks to Casanova. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I head to the bathroom, showering quickly so Saki can have a turn. I think Saki knows that Aya was ... mean to me last year. But Saki was having so much fun with her group of friends I don't know if she noticed.

Sandor knows. Right? He'd stick up for me when he was around ... which wasn't often. I get out of the shower, and blow dry my hair. Last year, Aya kept blabbing about this book she found, Curly girl: The handbook, which apparently had everything you needed to know about curly hair and how to take care of it.

I'm still surprised she can read. Personally, I don't give a hoot what Aya does to her wavy hair. I'll do what I like to mine, and she can do what she likes to her's.

Now, where are my jeans? Ah, there they are. The rainbow of colors swirls across them, sure to annoy Mom. My "doodles" as she calls them.

She's glad one of her daughters inherited her artistic flair, but ... I have this tendency to draw on my clothes, and she doesn't appreciate that. Well, nothing doing there. I pull on the jeans and a light blue T-shirt which has darker swirls of blue on it.

My phone vibrates once. A text. I raise an eyebrow. Let's see. It could be Erin, Miley, or Summer. I'd say ... Summer?

I take a quick peek at the phone. Ha ha! Got it right. First try.

Summer: How r u?

I want to snap back, "Oh now you think about asking me that?" But I don't. Instead, I type back: Meh.

Summer: Whats wrng?

I grin. I find a picture of "Prince Hans of the Southern Isles" and paste it onto our conversation. Then I write: Can I just say something crazy?

Summer: ... Yes?

Me: (pulls up a pic of Shang from Mulan) Let's get down to bizness, to defeat the Hans.

Summer: U showed me smething like that at school.

Me: I know. 

~;Aya;~

It's 8:00 and I'm all ready to dance over to the coffee shop. I recently had my ends redone in red, and I hope to surprise the girls.

I examine myself in my mirror. Dark blue leggings hide under my lavender plaid skirt, with a lavender T-shirt and denim jacket. I toss my hair over my shoulder and walk out of my room, my black heels clicking on the wood floor.

The girls and I are thinking about going out to the mall after coffee- or to the movies. Something fun like that. I pick up my bag, glaring judgemently at my lips as I pass the bathroom. I dart in, pulling lipstick out of a drawer.

Lavender or red? Lavender. I decide, putting some on and then dropping it into my bag. I rush down the steps and out the front door as my Mom calls out, "See you later, hon! Let me know if you do decide to go anywhere after coffee!"

I nod curtly, sweeping out the door. My phone vibrates in my purse. I fish it out, looking at it. Brit.

Brit: Hey Lana's cming

Me: Ok cool

Honestly, it's a tad bit of a long walk to the coffee shop, but I don't care. It's very comfortable and chic. It was organized with feng shui in mind, and only sells organic products. The girls were  a little ... hesitant I guess, about coming here instead of Starbucks, but they came around. 

It's such a sweet little place. My Mom doesn't understand why I wanted my bedroom reorganized, but she came around. Using feng shui really does help me relax. 

Kyra~

Oliver hasn't met me at the coffee shop. He's easy to spot in a crowd: bright red hair, Grateful Dead tee neon against our family's hereditary pale skin. 

I myself am wearing a Marvel Comics Secret Wars tee and cutoff jeans. Hiiiiigh standards!

A group of girl walks in. I don't recognize any of them, but they reek of popularity.

I open my computer and contact my friends in Wolveniche, a hacking collective. Thank heavens for proxy servers.

My username is casualbamfing, but everyone calls me Nightcrawler. One of my best friends on Wolveniche is guardianxyz, called Starlord when referred to.

Wolveniche is big on Marvel Comics.

I take a few pictures with my webcam; none of the popular girls notice. I take them so that they only focus on the girls, not on any details of the area.

casualbamfing: Starlord, are you on?

guardianxyz: Yep. What's up? Did the police find us?

casualbamfing: No, but do you recognize these girls?

I sent the picture. I got an immediate reply:

guardianxyz: OK, listen. I used to go to their school. Leave wherever you are RIGHT NOW. NOW. Shut this down, leave the shop. NOW!

casualbamfing: I have to meet my brother here!

guardianxyz: Do you know who the girl who looks like she leapt into a pit of lavender DEATH is?

casualbamfing: No.

guardianxyz: THAT. IS. THE. SHE-DEMON. 

casualbamfing: Wait... you mean this is the girl who tormented you back in 6th grade?

guardianxyz: YES! LEAVE!

Kyra looked up and met the eyes of Aya.

Kyra felt that gaze scour her soul and find one detail: new girl.

casualbamfing: SHE SAW ME WHAT DO I DO

guardianxyz: LEAVELEAVELEAVE GOGOGO MAKE EXCUSES LIE

Kyra shut Wolveniche down just as Aya made it over.

"Hi!" she said, voice saccharine.

"Hi," I said, smiling. The smile hurt my soul.

She looked at me with distaste in her smile. I was everything she wasn't: a nerd, a geek, a pimple on her skin. Hey, she probably cared about a pimple more than me.

"So I hear you're coming to my school!" she said.

"Y-yes," I say, smile freezing on my face.

"Well, see you there!" she says. I wince. It's going to be a long year. 

Rosa~

"Hey Rosa, excited about starting seventh grade?" My older brother, Chris, grins at me as l enter the kitchen. l dressed in a sloppy, l-don't-care-what-you-think, torn, paint stained jeans, and a grey t-shirt from my favorite rock band.

He was messing with me. This would be the third year that l did seventh grade, and the second l went to in a normal school instead of one for people "academically challenged" as they put it. l had hated it there, but at least l fit in a little bit. 

l hadn't made any sort of friends at this school, minus the people to tolerated me because l was arugebly the best at sports in this school. l didn't care. Who needs friends? No one wanted to even talk to me, though they never said it to my face, l could always hear what they were thinking. "She's stupid. Can't even pass seventh grade and almost fifteen."

Their words didn't hurt me, l knew what l was. What hurt me was that no one would tell me outright what my disorder did to me. They all treated my like a child. They never understood.

"What d'you care about it?" l snap back at him, pulling up a chair at the table, which was set with a jug of milk and a box of cereal. One of my parents must have set them out before they headed off to work.

l angerily pour the milk into a bowl set on the table, spilling most of it across the table, before tipping the box of cereal into the bowl.

My brother simply grins even wider as he watches me. "Hey, don't get mad at me. l'm just wondering."

"Well you cen go ahead and wonder all you want, 'cause you're not getting an answer." l have a speech disorder that makes me leave out the ends or middles of words, sometimes horribly messing up the word. l also mispronouce vowels. At this point, my brother would start making fun of this, but he doesn't. l think he can tell that l'm already really mad. 

l finish my food, and still glaring at my brother, shoulder my backpack that's sitting by the door.

"Well l 'ope you just 'ave a good time et your school. l snarl at him, before slamming the door shut.

Leo~

"Leo, darling, look at the time! Are you going to sleep all day or what? Your lazy sibings have even woken up before you!" Despite being African, my mother speaks in French-accented English, which is hard to understand when she's shouting at you.

"Yes, Mama." l mutter, obediently blinking awake and sitting up. 

"Now darling don't forget anything, l've got to help your father." She leaves me nearly as quickly as she came. My room is actually a closet, stuck in a windowless corner of our terribly small house. lt's dark and constantly musty, but it's fine, and surrouned by piles of older comic books, it's wonderful to hide from the rest of my noisy family.

"Now, darling, you mustn't forget to make friends at this new school of yours!" My mother nearly sings to me, as l sleepily attempt to eat, glasses perched crookedly on my face. "You must act your best! Pay attention to the teachers! Be a team player!"

She lectures me on exactly what l must do, while whriling around the house. It's small enough as so her voice can reach me from any part of the house.

"Yes, Mama." l mutter, hoping she'll quit talking. Despite wat she says, l feel way too nervous going to this new school.  

Hi! We're trying to post on each post on the first page, so I'd like to say that I'm a Kind Girl.

I think that I would be an outsider. 

Can Kyra have a crush on Leo?

~;Aya;~

The girls are all waiting for me at the bus stop, hopping up and down while waving excitedly. I smile back, waving. "Aya, so good to see you!"

"You saw her a couple of days ago!"

"But it seems like forever!" I shake my head and smile at them patronizingly. "Oh, girls. Who cares! School starts tomorrow, we might as well get in a last bit of goofing off!"

"You're right, as always." Megan says, flashing me one of her sweet smiles. I survey the group with a slight bit of trepidation. Let's see. There's Megan, oh, Sally didn't show, Britt, and ... Lana.

"Aw!" I coo at Lana. Lana kind of glares back at me half-heartedly. Note to self: This one may be trouble. "Hi, Lana! I'm Aya." She nods curtly, saying, "Hey."

Once at the coffee shop, she seems to relax some. "I'd like a Vanilla Cream Latte, with a Pumpkin spice muffin." I say to the lady at the counter. "Girls?" 

They place their orders quickly as I say, "I'm buying." They look back at me, delighted looks on their faces. As we sit down, our treats in hand, I look around the room. There's a girl in an almost unnoticeable corner of the room with a- GAH! WHAT IS THAT THING SHE'S WEARING!? I read the T-shirt.

Marvel. Ugh. What a thing a girl could wear. "Just a sec girls." I say, prancing over. Just a few steps in front of her, I stop. Newbie.

"Hi!" I say sweetly.

"Hi," she said, smiling.

Good grief. "So I hear you're coming to my school!" I say. I mean, it's obvious. She doesn't look smart enough to go to the private school here.

"Y-yes," she says.

I smirk at her reaction. "Well, see you there!" I say, heading back to the girls. Can't stay away too long. 

-Lana-

I swirl my hot chocolate. Sitting on the other side of Britt is Aya. The girl is insane. Of all Britt's friends, I like Aya the least. Megan is okay, Audrey is pretty cool, if hot tempered, and Aya is out of her mind, out of her balloon-like, over-inflated head, insane.

My fingers grip the cup too tight as her cyanide smile and knife-sharp words cut through the green-eyed girl awkwardly standing in front of us. She turns back to the rest of us, recrossing her smooth, perfectly tanned legs. Her lavender lips curl in a sweet smile and she casually remarks something about a makeup product I should use. 

I feel bile rise in my throat. I'd forgotten how bad Aya is. "I don't feel to good," I say, glancing at my sister. She's talking to Megan, and seems to have forgotten I'm here. I swing off my chair, unable to stay there any longer, and head out to walk it off. 

I'm rather confused... Is it the first day of school today or tomorrow? 

I know this has already started, but is it too late for me to join? It sounds like fun! Hope I'm not too late! =)