"Beca? What the hell are you looking at?" Beca turned around to look at one of her best friends. "Stacie. I'm just waiting to leave. I don't want to be late for the first day." Beca had four best friends.

Stacie. She is a tall brunette and is the closest friend Beca has they are basically sisters. They have known each other the longest. Since they were four actually.

Fat Amy. Yeah, Fat Amy. She calls herself that so "Twig bitches like Beca don't call her that behind her back." Beca found it weird so did Stacie. She's a blonde Tasmanian. Stacie and Beca met her when they were both six.

Jesse. Dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. The three girls met him when they were seven and eight years old. He wasn't anything like any of them, not because he is a guy. They all had one thing in common. They all liked music.

Luke. He's another blonde like Fat Amy but he is a brit. He's different from the rest of the group. Somehow in someway they just became friends. No one really knows how. It just happened. They all met Luke when he was eleven.

"You? You don't want to be late?" Luke said as he walked into the house. Beca turned around and looked at him.

"Hey." Beca said with slight anger. "Hi." The brit said with happiness.

"Well, speaking of not being late, are we all ready?" Jesse said walking into the kitchen.

"We can't leave without Amy." Stacie said taking a bite of an apple she had just grabbed. "Amy!" Beca yelled at the top of her lungs while grabbing her bag. "We are leaving."

"Wait! I'm coming!" The Tasmanian yelled running out the door. Stacie and Jesse laughed. "Seriously? Come on mates." Luke said running out the door. Along with Beca.

"Amy! We didn't even leave yet." Beca said running up to her out of breath. "We are now. Come on. Open the door." Amy said banging on the side of the truck.

Beca unlocked the door to her black Chevy truck. "Let's go then." She threw her bag in the trunk along with everyone else's.

"What are you doing?" Stacie asked before getting in the front seat. Beca was confused by what Stacie said. That was until she realized Luke and Jesse were sitting in the trunk.

"We are gonna ride back here while you, girls, sit in there." Jesse explained. "Yeah. It's true. We are not joking. Let's do this!" Luke yelled after. Beca stood there thinking while Fat Amy and Stacie watched her.

"Fine. If we get in trouble it's your fault. I hope you know that." She answered. The two boys cheered. "To being Juniors!" Luke yelled. Stacie laughed along with Fat Amy.

"Weirdos." Beca said before getting in the front and starting the car and backing out of the driveway.

"You nervous short-stack?" Beca heard Amy behind her.

"Of what?" Beca asked taking a glance in the mirror. "Should I be nervous of something?" Stacie looked at her. Even though Beca didn't know what Amy was talking about, Stacie did.

"Are you nervous of getting picked on?" Beca pulled in the school parking lot. She heard the boys cheering in the back. Instead of getting out, she turned around and looked at the blonde. "Amy. I was never nervous about that stuff, and I never will be. Now, let's get going."

Beca jumped out of the driver's seat angrily and walked towards the school entrance.

"What's her problem?" Luke asked walking up next to Stacie. "This one right here." Stacie said pointing at Amy. "What? I was just making sure." The Tasmanian complained. "Making sure to piss her off?" Jesse sarcastically asked as he walked right past the group running up next to Beca. "Let's start this Junior year better than or Sophomore year." He said bringing an arm around Beca's shoulder.