Groaning as my alarm beeped at precisely 6:02 in the morning, I clicked the snooze button by accident and was immediately annoyed, knowing that it would give me a heart attack at 6:12. Sighing, I momentarily shut my eyes, and before I knew it, I was back in my dream that I was having just a few moments before.

"What a fantastic performance Sammy!" she giggled, embracing me tightly, smelling of cheap perfume and fresh chewing gum. Hugging her back and laughing, I thank her and then pull back as my phone started beeping. Pulling it out of my jeans pocket, I smile when I see it's from Brendan. Blushing ever so slightly as I read his compliment about the show, I flash the screen to Kelly and she squeals loudly, winking at me. I turn around as I feel a tap on the shoulder and see the big time producer of Blue Jam Records beaming widely while holding up a clipboard and a recorder. "Are you free anytime soon? I would love to talk business with you after your performance this evening, Samara. You could be the next big star!" This time blushing big time, I thank him as more people crowd around me asking questions like crazed paparazzi. "Did you get nervous before the show?" "How did it feel to finally sing in front of such an audien-"

I was jolted out of my fantasy as I heard a faint knock on my pristine white door and granted admission for whoever was there. Mum's head poked around the corner of my door and she smiled, seeing I was awake.

"Hello sweetie, how did you sleep?" I narrowed my eyes and she chuckled, getting the hint.

"Well I know the feeling honey, but it's 6:30 so you better hurry up and get ready, because your new bus comes at exactly 7:29!" She smiled and clicked the door shut. I quickly sat up in alarm- I only had an hour to get ready for my first day of high school! Even the second alarm didn't wake me up through my sleep. They assign a uniform for school, so luckily I didn't have to stress about my outfit. I glanced around my newly done up room, and then slide out of bed onto the freezing floorboards. Quickly making my bed, I glance at the retro wall clock I got online and noticed it was 6:37. I did a little start and made my way over to my walk-in-robe, and pulled out my new uniform. I admit that it even wasn't that bad; in fact, I quite liked it as far as school uniforms go, and we were also allowed to wear any shoes we liked, so I paired my uniform with my low-cut Converse. Then I sat down in front of my mirror/makeup station, which was at the back of my wardrobe, and started flicking through printed photos I had done back when we lived in Australia. Settling on a plain mascara look with rosy pink lip gloss, and just leaving my hair in its natural curls, I started transforming myself. I didn't really like wearing lots of makeup, and usually stuck to mascara, sometimes eyeliner, and I had emergency cover-up with me at all times in case of a sneaky pimple. When I was finally finished with my look, I took a step back in the mirror and well... checked myself out. Back in Australia, I attended an all girls school, and now that guys are going to be around me constantly, I really wanted to make a good first impression. My unruly curls always got people to notice me, and I guess that was my trademark as a singer.

Satisfied, I clicked off all the necessary light switches, put a few books and a pencil case in my leather bag and shut my bedroom door, lightly stepping down the hallway in case I woke up my little sisters, who were twelve and ten; making me the eldest, at fifteen. I entered the kitchen where my mum was cooking herself some toast while watching the news on the TV in the living room. I kissed her on the cheek, surprising her, and she smiled at me with a mouth full of crumbs. Laughing, I quickly made some toast and slathered it with peanut butter. After devouring it, I chugged down a cup of orange juice and put my dishes in the sink. Then I realised mum was staring at me funny.

"What?"

She looked down, laughing to herself. "Oh, I just can't believe you're functioning so early!"

Narrowing my eyes but laughing, I poke my tongue out at her and then glance at the clock, which read 7:15. Then I realised I was actually really nervous to start a new school, in a completely new country. At least I spoke the language! Then, I realised again. I would be the "new chick with the weird accent". Suddenly dreading the day, I tried to think positive as I brushed my braces carefully and then re-applied my lip gloss. 7:21. I walked back into the kitchen, and packed my lunch, which consisted of a choc-chip muffin for the first break and a salad sandwich and a banana for the second break. Then I filled up a crystal clear water bottle and nervously watched the clock. 7:24. Tick, tock. 7:25. Tick, tock. Mum came and kissed me on the cheek.

"Good luck honey, I'm sure you'll be fine! Now are you one hundred percent sure that you have everything? I'm sorry we couldn't drive you to school for your first day, or catch the bus, but we will look for a new car today. I'm having a shower now, love you, be safe and be careful!"

And with that I was left alone. With the clock ticking, making me want to go to the toilet. Oh, that's something I forgot. I'll just have to go at school. 7:26. I shifted my feet. 7:27. I decided to get outside, unlocking the door and slamming it behind me. I practically skipped down the driveway of my house, admiring it as I waited for the bus to pull up, glad it came straight to people's houses. Wait... what if someone didn't like me and caught the bus? They'd know where I lived and everything! I started panicking as I saw the bus coming down the end of the street.

'House, house, think about the house!' I thought to myself.

The back of the house was equally gorgeous, complete with a heated pool.

'Yeah, a pool you could be thrown into!'
'Oh shut up!'

I was having an internal struggle with myself as the bus pulled up right in front of me, the doors opening with a smooth 'whoosh'. I took a deep breath and stepped up the steps, handing the driver the money.

"Sorry love," he said with a thick British accent. "You're the last pick up for the trip- I hope there's enough seats."

I glanced at the bus and saw that nearly everyone was gaping at the front of my house. Oh, great. Now I've got a reputation for being posh.

'Just because I have a really nice house, doesn't mean I'm rich or anything!' I think to myself as I edge down the aisle, everything silent as all eyes are on me, who is desperately trying to find a seat on the decked out bus. I see a spare seat next to a sweet looking girl with headphones in, and I point to the seat about to ask if I can sit there when she notices me and puts up a bag.

'I will take that, as a no.' I finally find a seat near the back next to a girl in the school sport uniform, that smells strongly of B.O. Talk about disgusting! I start thinking back to the day when my sisters and I were told we were moving...

"To LONDON? WHAT!?" I exclaim, tears starting to form. "When you said 'moving', I didn't realise that you meant halfway across the world! How could you do this to us! I finally faced bullying and everything at school and now you're uprooting us and taking us to the other side of the planet! Mum! Tell him! Tell dad he can't do this! Please, please don't make us move! Well you guys can move! Let me stay! I will move in with... grandma or something! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME MOVE!" I started balling as my parents exchanged worried looks.

"Samara, honey... we thought you'd like to move... well especially to London! You've always fancied going to that city, and we'd be visiting Central London all the time so we can sight-see until we're practically ordinary Londoners!" Dad tried to comfort me by patting my knee, while my two sisters just sat there in shock.

"And, Samara?" I looked from my siblings to my mum, who looked at dad, who gave a nod, and then mum said the sentence that changed my life- again.

"We promise that you can apply for the London Voice Academy." She bit her bottom lip as it took a few moments to sink in.

"LIke, THE London Voice Academy? The one I've been dreaming about ever since I was little?" Mum nodded, smiling. I squealed and jumped up.

"Oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh are you totally dead on serious? I can't believe this! Thank you so much!"

"Hey! Sammy gets something, what do we get?" Rhiannon, my little sister whined, being only 10 years old. She was a spitting image of myself, but with a honey hair colour. My other sister, Darcy, whined also. She was the odd one out, with straight blonde hair, but she loved it, being the outgoing one in the family.

"How about a house that is so amazing it would make everyone jealous?" Mum smirked and patted dad's hand.

"Oh, will it have a pool!?" Darcy exclaimed, so excited already. My parents laughed.

"A pool it is then, Darcy! Maybe you girls could start a new language or instrument when we're over there, how fun would that be to d-"

"Are ya gonna get off the bus or are ya gonna sit there all day?" The girl that was next to me was standing up, impatiently, with her leather bag on one shoulder. It was over flowing with textbooks and papers, and I glanced around and saw everyone else was already off the bus.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't realise that we were at school already." I picked up my bag and walked off the bus, thanking the driver on my way, with my heart racing like a rabbit. I clicked on my phone and saw it was only 7:43, which gave me seventeen minutes to get my timetable, find my locker and my homeroom. I better get a move on.

I pass so many people sprawled out across the green lawn- something I longed to lie in when I had the chance- and made my way inside a long, clean corridor. There was a sign telling me the office was to my left, so I followed it and went to the front desk.

"Hello, my name is Samara, I'm new here today. I was wondering if you had my timetable and locker combination for me?" I smiled politely and tapped my pink nails lightly on the bench. The stern looking lady picked up a folder, handed it to me, wished me a stiff "Good luck", and then looked back at the laptop screen. Which, I could see from where I was, was an online game.

'Wow, I'd expect better of one of the world's best singing schools!' I thought as I moved along, opening the folder and trying to find my locker, which was number...

"89! Well, that's easy to remember, that was Darcy's basketball shirt's number back in Oz-" I stopped talking when I realised I was talking to myself. I quickly glanced around and nobody was around, thankfully. I did in the locker code, and it swiftly opened, bearing a clean and spacious locker, bigger than my one back at my old school. I then looked at my timetable, and I had Literature first. I swiftly opened my bag and organised my locker, and chucked my bag in my locker next to my books on the top shelf. There was so much room left, what did everyone do with it? Put a body in there? Have a walk-in-robe? Chuckling to myself, I made a mental note to look into other people's, and perhaps copy their ideas. A poster collection? I clicked on my iPhone again and saw it was 7:58, giving me two minutes for class. I was walking around for a while when the bell rang, loud in my ears making me jump. Something else I'd have to get used to, I guess. I finally pulled up in front of room 01.17 and went inside, just as the corridor was filling up with sweaty students from playing morning sports outside, and sweet smelling girls. The mix was rather terrible, if you asked me.

"Hello, Samara?" The male voice came from in front of me and who I guessed to be the teacher, smiled at me with a straight row of teeth, shaking my hand.

"Hello, Mr..." I smiled and shook back, but I didn't know his name.

"Brunt," he finished, letting go of my hand. "So, we don't have a seating chart in this class, but people do have their allocated spots with their cliques. I can tell you that spots there, there and there are free usually, and I suggest you sit in this one here, cos a group of girls sit there, so you might make some friends." He smiled, taking a breather, and then I sat down where he suggested. He made his way to his desk as a few more students poured in, sitting down in their "spots". Then a group of about five girls walked in, laughing and smelling of expensive perfumes and body baths, with a hint of mints and... sat down right near me. Mentally cursing the teacher, I just smiled at them and looked away, pretending to read the small graffiti on my table.

"I think she moved here from Austria!"

"No it was like, Italy, or something!"

"Oh my god you're all idiots. It was totally America. I mean look at her hair."

"Wow yeah, how could you not!"

They conversation slid back and forth for a while and I sank a little lower in my seat, debating whether or not to turn around and tell them where I'm actually from. Mr Brunt cleared his throat and I realised that most of the class was there, except the person who is supposed to share a seat with me. Mr Brunt introduced me to the class, and when saying I was from Australia, I heard the girls breathe out with "oh"'s and "told you guys!"'s. After that was over, he handed me the book- The Catcher in the Rye- and luckily I've read it before so I will hopefully ace at least this class.

"Turn to page 1 and Niall, you can read first." Mr Brunt indicated to a sweet looking boy with cute blonde hair and crooked teeth. He started reading and he had the cutest little Irish accent! I was blown out of my thoughts when the door opened and in walked the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She made her way over to the seat next to mine with a twinkle in her eye and smiled at me, smelling of vanilla.

"Hi, I'm Felicity! You can call me Flick," she whispered and got out her book which was absolutely tattered.

"I'm Samara. Uhh, Sam, Sammy, Ra, whatever floats your boat I guess, haha!" I said smiling back, turning the page in sync with everyone else.

Flick winked at me, opened her book and said something that comforted me so much on my first day of this foreign school.

"I can tell we're going to get along great!"