I peered through my new black hair at my reflection, my green eyes staring back at me. No matter what we did, we got no answer as to why we were being sent to school. I pressed my forehead to the mirror, clenching my fists. We were being escorted separately to school, and we each found a customized list of rules on our beds.

1. Do not draw too much attention to yourself.
2. Do not interact with the other band members and if you have to, do not interact positively.
3. Never say anything positive toward One Direction.
4. Never talk in a British accent.
5. Do not make any close friends.
6. Never, under any circumstance, let anybody find out who you are.
If you follow all these rules, you will be rewarded. If you do not, there will be punishments.

I stuck the note in my backpack and kicked my bed. Why? Why the hell do we have to go to school and act like we hate each other? That will be harder than anything else. They're practically my brothers, and I don't think I can go a year pretending to hate them.

I walked into the deserted lobby of our building and my mouth fell open. Harry was wearing baggy jeans and a letterman jacket. Niall was wearing a light pink polo, skinny jeans and a fedora. Zayn was wearing a sweater vest and dress pants. Liam was wearing a My Chemical Romance T shirt and black pants.

I shook my head, dumbfounded. "Did I not get stuck with a label, too?"

Harry sighed. "You're the wallflower. Second luckiest. I'm the jock, Niall's the gay one, Zayn's the nerd, and Liam's the emo one."

"But Niall, Zayn and Liam are gonna get bullied! That's not fair. I'll trade with one of them."

"They won't let us trade," Harry said. "I asked."

"Shit," I mumbled. Just then, Irene came in.

"Okay, Harry, you'll be driving my Porsche, Liam you're walking, Niall you're in a red Bug, Zayn you're also walking, and Louis you're walking too. So Niall and Harry, get into your cars, the rest of you hit the road. Don't walk together!"

I sighed. "Well, this is it guys. A year hating each other."

Liam shook his head. "It can't be that bad. We're still together at home."

"I guess so. But still..." I trailed off, knowing that if I keep talking I'll start crying. I know it's not that big of a deal, but I'm going to have to hate my four best friends in the world. That's gonna hurt like a bitch.

Almost as if there was some psychic message we all sent to each other, we moved in for a group hug. "Now, that's very touching, but we hate to go," Irene said.

We pulled away and that was it. We waved at each other, then we left.

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I walked into my first class, English. At least I'm good at it. I slid into a seat into the back, and as the classroom filled, the only seat empty was the one next to me. Thanks guys.

Just as the teacher started to speak, a girl burst into the room. "Sorry," she said breathlessly to the teacher before looking around. Her shoulders slumped when she saw the only seat was next to me. What's wrong with me?

As she came closer, I saw she was actually really pretty. She had whiteish blonde hair that fell to her stomach, and a black beanie. Her brown eyes looked almost black, and she had on bright red lipstick. She wore a Ramones baseball T shirt and dark blue skinny jeans along with black combat boots.

She sat down next to me and glared at me before opening her notebook and starting to doodle.

"Good morning, my name is Mr. Hart. I will be your English teacher for the rest of the year. Now, how about we get to know each other. I will go around the class, and you will say your first name and an adjective that described you. Now, here's the twist. The adjective has to start with the same letter of your name."

Everybody, and I mean every single person in the classroom groaned loudly.

Mr. Hart ignored our obvious displeasure and pointed to a girl in the front row. She stood up. "Happy Heather," she said in a monotone voice, obviously not happy at all. I'm pretty sure I heard all the cliches; Creative Callie, Artistic Allison, Funny Frankie. I'd completely tuned out everybody when the girl next to me stood up.

"Bitchy Brooklynn," she said, smirking. I heard a chorus of "True fact!"'s and "You don't say?"'s. Brooklynn sent an evil look to a few of the students who spoke up before sitting back down. Mr. Hart didn't even react, he just pointed to me.

"I, uh... loveable Louis," I said with a laugh. To my surprise, the whole class laughed too, and not in a mean way. They were sending real, genuine smiles toward me.

"Alright, so now that we know each other, let's get right to it. This year we will be doing a project, I'll tell you about it tomorrow, because we're almost out of time, but I'll just partner you up right now. Allison and Callie, Biance and Nick, Jonas and Loreli, Miley and Ellie, Brooklynn and Louis, Josie and Greta."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Brooklynn, who looked like she wanted to murder somebody. Okay, maybe she's the smile on the inside type.

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I dropped my backpack at the doorway and flopped on the couch. "I can't believe I ever said school wasn't that bad," I moaned. I'm not even exaggerating when I say that that was one of the most boring eight hours of my life.

"So how did it go for you?" Niall asked, sitting down next to me.

"It was so boring! I found myself wondering if I slammed my head against the wall enough times, I would die."

Niall laughed. "Tough day too?"

"Just boring. Horrendously boring. What about you?" I looked up at him and gasped. He was soaking wet, and various stains were smudging up the front of his shirt. I think it was pasta sauce that was in his hair.

"What happened?!" I asked, sitting up.

"People happened. They dumped trays of food on my head, threw me in the dumpster, and shoved me into a puddle as a finishing touch. So, yeah. Good day."

My jaw dropped open. "Who did that? I'll kill them. I'll fucking kill them."

Niall rolled his eyes. "Don't get a big head Louis. You couldn't if you tried. Harry's stronger than you, and you know it."

I almost fell off the couch. "Harry bullied you?!"

Niall nodded sadly. "And he didn't even look sorry at all."

Notes

Please don't give up on this story, it will get more interesting. I promise. So if you wouldn't mind, it would be great if you could leave me a comment telling me what you think. Suggestions, predictions, and opinions would be greatly appreciated. Thank you so much for reading! -Nori