Hello people! So the flowers have bloomed and kids have jumped in the pool, oh yeah, I'm FINALLY MAKING THE STORY! I'll do it in alphabetical order.

Aiden's POV

I woke up to a sticky substance on my face, and ran my hand across it. My hand retracted with a glossed piece of paper on it, which I quickly flicked into the garbage can. I lifted off my bed sheets and yelled out the name.

"Tyson!" I called out, anger dripping on every word. He walked into the room with the fakest smile on his face.

I flicked my wrist, trying to get the substance off. "Why did you spit ball me in my sleep?"

His smile dropped, "I don't know. I was bored." He stretched out the word bored and fell on my bed.

The springs bounced with joy when his back came intact with the mattress, applying force to the metal.

"Can't you at least spitball someone that's awake, please?" I asked. When he got up and raced for a straw and piece of paper, I slammed the door at the idea.

I ran my fingertips that weren't covered with spit across my bangs, running them out of my eyes.

After his presence that lurked in the air moved to a different room, my eyes peeked out through the crack between the door and doorframe.

Tyson had left; I swished my slim body between the halfway open door after pulling the knob back.

I grabbed a towel from the hallway closet and shut the bathroom door behind me.

Aislinn's POV

MCR music blasted from down the hall. I had been talking to my stomach for about a half an hour now.

My mouth filled and I kicked the door open with my foot and raced down the hallway.

I banged my one wrist on the door that was occupied.

Katherine opened it up and realized, she held the wrapped towel and moved out of my way.

I scurried to the toilet and moved my hand away. Opening my mouth, the vomit connected with water.

Madeline heard from next door and ran to my side, holding back my hair and rubbing my back. The music had shut off and was replaced by help from Colleen.

She kneeled at my other side, holding a hand-towel for my face. Katherine walked back to the doorway a minute later fully dressed in a black t-shirt and purple and black checkerboard suspenders over her shoulders.

She zipped up her other high top boot and grabbed the air-freshener.

Madeline flushed the toilet when I lifted my face up. I was happy to have sisters that cared about me so much.

Colleen handed me the towel which had been splashed with water. I ran it over my face and got my toothbrush.

"Are you okay, Aislinn?" Katherine asked by my side. She grabbed her brush and ran it through her hair before teasing it and clipping in her extensions.

"I'm fine. I just may have the flu." I lied. I knew what had happened, but I don't know how.

"Should I tell Mom?" She asked, looking at my flushed face's reflection.

"Would you please?" I asked. She walked out the door. I heard her thumping footsteps on the stairs.

I tested fake smiles and strolled back to my room.

I dressed sweats and my bunny slippers before going down the two spiral staircases. I bumped into my mother and whispered, "Sorry."

She placed a warm palm on my forehead and rested it there.

"Seems like you have the flu, sweetie. Go upstairs and get some rest. She pointed up the stairs which I followed.

Amelia's POV

"Amelia, get up!" My father, KC yelled through the door. I groaned into my pillow and sat up, reaching next to my bed for my phone. I checked the time and noticed I was 10 minutes late.

I slammed my door opened and walked down to my siblings' doors and banged on each one of them.

I stripped down in my bathroom and took a quick shower, letting the water cascade down my body.

I wrapped myself in a velvet towel and practically ran to my room.

My outfit included a brown top in which the sleeves hung down with gold sparkles on them. I paired it up with a black leather skirt and slipped my feet into my white ankle boots that zipped on the side.

I zipped my boots and grabbed my yellow backpack. It had black zebra stripes along it and 3 chambers.

I walked down the stairs and kissed my father and mother on the check with a huge pearly smile.

"I'll get breakfast on the way." My voice echoed up the stairs.

"Are you-" My Dad began.

"I'll have enough time to get to school early." I assured.

My car door clicked when I noticed I was the only child here. I got in and set my already full backpack in the passenger seat.

I sped through Starbucks quickly and sipped my coffee while listening to the radio. I parked in the school's parking lot and grabbed my bag, throwing the blurry plastic cup in a dumpster on my way out.

On my way to the double doors, I noticed all the boys I could, most of them were next to a girl or with their friends.

On my way in I stepped in line behind two girls about the same age talking to each other.

One had straight strawberry-blonde hair. The other had black hair, but on her top layer, it was a mix of blonde hair with red, green, and blue hair. It was straightened to its fullest.

They were talking about their summer and how their mother was making them start studying hard so they could get into Yale.

I scoffed at their talk about how their boyfriends would never give up on them for any girl. What is going to happen when they see me?

The red-blonde haired girl walked toward the cheerleading stand after she slipped out her paper from the folder.

A teacher I assume was watching everyone to make sure they didn't take someone else's paper.

I checked for my name and grabbed the three paged packed with the name Amelia Nicole Guthrie printed in New Times Roman font.

Andromeda's POV

I decorated my locker with posters of stars such as Blood on the Dance Floor and Ariana Grande. My headphones blasting Love the Way You Lie part 2.

A boy walked up to me. He said he was the son of a couple that used to go here.

"My parent's names are Sean and Emma Cameron, but I don't think you would know them.

I shook my head. "Was your chap on the Rugby or hoops team?" I asked with my British accent.

"Um," The boy took a second, glancing at the bright lights every few seconds, "Yes, basketball."

I led him to the wall. "My chap played Ruby in his tenth year." (A/N Sorry, I don't know a lot of British slang!)

"You seem like an ace though." I complimented. He pointed out his father who played Rugby in 2001-4.

"Thanks." He replied. I ended up walking with him to our first class, talking about what clubs we would join.

"Good morning!" A young looking man with black hair pulled back into a ponytail greeted.

We took out seats, flashing fake smiles to everyone in the class.

"Kangaroo in the sun, mates!" (Good afternoon, peers!) (A/N I'm just making up stuff now!)

I waved to the class and smiled while pulling out my books for ninth grade history.

The teacher, Mr. Perino II cleared his throat and turned his attention to the smart board.

I sighed into my chair. This was going to be a long year.

I shook my head so my bangs would flow to the right side of my head.

I stared down at my bright orange shirt and white ballet flats.

My feet clicked my toes together wishing I could go home. I couldn't believe this was my first class and I was already wishing to be home.

The class went very quickly (which was not expected.) I grabbed my bag and raced towards the door. Someone grabbed my arm though, someone with a cold hand.

"Good day?" I asked, still facing the door. A feminine voice cleared her throat. She then moved her hand off of my bicep and the touch was placed by a tapping at my deltoid twice.

I turned around with a toothy grin on my face, hoping I hadn't done anything wrong.

There she stood. A blonde girl who was very pretty placing something in her bag.

"May I be the cheetah who lost a gazelle?" (Did I do something wrong?) I asked, kind of fearful, this was like a chick flick.

"You knocked all of my contents out of my bag when you pushed and shoved your way to the door! You could watch where you're going!"

I nodded, a light blush forming on my cheeks.

I noticed we were the only two in the class besides the coffee sipping Mr. Perino II.

I ran a hand through my dirty blonde hair before pulling it back into a pony.

I stopped by my locker and clipped a 1X3 mirror. It was circular with a lilac see through plastic edging it.

I re-applied my lip gloss before turning toward my new friend who stood decorating his locker with posters of bands and such.

"The giraffe was never signed to the zoo!" (You never actually told me your name!) I laughed at he jumped.

He turned to face me, and then smiled at me. "Sorry, I'm Rocky. And your name is?"

"Andromeda Guthrie, so sorry." I apologized.

We each continued decorating and sharing small talk when I got bumped into.

I turned around thinking it was that rich-looking girl. It was a girl with black hair pulled into a half ponytail. I looked her up and down.

I stuck out my hand. "Good day far set?" (Good day so far?) I asked the girl.

She had big brown eyes, delicate cheekbones, shiny and wavy hair, and was an electric dresser.

She shook my hand, "So far it is." She giggled lightly at her answer.

"So, what class do you have next?" Rocky asked Natalya and I. I completely forgot he was there and pulled my hand back.

"Um, Math." I replied casually. I was staring at her every move as she replied history.

She was completely stunning in my opinion, which should be everyone's!

I looked at her outfit. A purple tee was covered at her stomach by a black elastic belt attached to her light blue skirt that stopped halfway and had ruffles. Under her skirt were black leggings, which showed off her red heels with a rhinestone pattern across her upper toes.

Rocky stood there watching me, getting the hint that I was bisexual or a lesbian.

The first bell rang and I replaced my book with my math supplies. I closed my locker carefully and scurried away.

"Ah, Ms. Guthrie, just in time." The man behind a desk said.

Once again I was so close to being late, poor me. I took a desk that was open, lucky me, it was near the front of the classroom.

I got out my supplies and set my bag down on the metal slot. I organized my supplies in a pencil box and looked up at my teacher.

He looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep and was crying the whole night. His bald head shined under the school lights. Did he wax that thing?

I put my hand over my mouth to stop the giggles, but a few escaped.

He put down the pointer to the smart board and turned half a circle to face my way.

"Is there something funny, Ms. Guthrie?" He put his arms over his chest, causing friction to make him shift and fix his tie.

"Sorry, I'm just getting over a cold and I had a tickle in my throat." I made a fist and held it a centimeter from my mouth before giving a small jump and forcing out a fake cough.

"Continue, though." I flicked my wrist so that my fingertips could blow a small breeze if he was standing close enough.

I looked up at the smart board and studied it. Math was actually my best subject.

Time zoomed past and I waited until everyone else had left. I grabbed my bag but was called back down to my seat when I tried to stand.

Cliffy! Okay, I finally updated this and I'm spending the whole night working on projects for you guys! I hope you like it!