On top of them all being in high school and stuff, I thought why not make it modern-ish? Basically saying that they have phones and stuff, but there's actual music and not this current day... I believe the proper word for it is "crap". (Actually, there is some modern music I like, just not mainstream modern music like Meghan Trainor or *shudders* Justin Beiber. I like Marina and the Diamonds mostly.)

Cynthia's POV

"...and so, the war with America began. When...." the teacher continued to drone on and on, and I was about ready to jump out the window. The one thing was that I couldn't stop thinking about John. So rugged, his hair slicked back, his deep, brown, eyes, and his nose was so beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful... Focus, Cynthia, focus, I told myself, trying to actually give a damn about the American Revolution. My next class was English, thank God. That's the class I was with John in.

John's POV

I continued scribbling my drawings in my notebook, pretending to take notes. Algebra II was about to end anyways. Then there's English. That's where I can write poetry and not get in trouble for it.

"Mr. Lennon," I look up. Mr. Petzman stares a cold glare at me and pushes his glasses down.

"Hm?"

"Were you doing something at least pertaining to school?"

Shit, I think as I look down at my notebooks. I was drawing the headmaster with devil horns, so that would technically pertain to school. "Yes,"

"Make it look like it, then."

A million crude ideas for drawings of him rush into my mind. "Of course I will,"

I get on my phone to sneak some pictures of my sketches to a group chat

R¡ng○ ☆: OMFG

R¡ng○ ☆: MR P IS GONNA KILL YOU WHEN HE SEES THOSE

Me: Who said he was gonna see them?

R¡ng○ ☆: oh shit we got a badass in here

Me: you know it, mf.

I'm Hungry: guys wtf im in class rn

Me: hm, no shit. I am too.

CallMe Stu: I have a really bad headache...

Paul McCharmly: Again? Stu, you might wanna see a doctor about those migraines.

CallMe Stu: yeah, I guess so, I will after school.

Paul's POV

I was thinking of that bird. She was so beautiful and was so different from almost every girl I'd seen here. She was that exchange student. It must've been some American quality about her. But, God, whatever it was, I just couldn't stop thinking about her. I knew I just had to get her into my life. (*brass section comes in* *tambourine* I was alone, I took a ride, I didn't know what I would find THERRRRREEEEEEE) I was waiting for the bell to ring and I caught a glimpse of Jane's gaze. Jane and I loved each other, honestly. But there was just this feeling deep down saying we loved each other, but we could never do anything like get married or have children. Kind of like Joey and Rachel on Friends (@NJ2001, you got that reference, right? XD) Jane and Pattie often fought for popularity, though it didn't really seem like it. Jane always got the lead role when it came to drama club. Pattie was like the Regina George of the school, except not a huge bitch. I just don't think Jane's... the one, exactly. That Linda bird... she seemed really nice. Not that Jane isn't nice, it's just that Linda seemed so much homier, and I could picture settling down with her. Or at least, someone like her...

Linda's POV

God, that McCartney guy was so hot. And I just realized we were in most of the same classes. Except for English. English was where I wrote a poem for him, but nobody had recognized it, which was good since Paul's (I'm %99.9999 sure) girlfriend is in the class. (If all the class stuff atarts to get confusing, don't worry, I'm gonna make "schedules" and stuff) A few kids in Home Ec. got switched seats and Paul's only 5 seats away! (Two rows forward, three rows right)

"...William Darnby, Linda Eastman..." the teacher was reading off our names in alphabetical order as we each went up to grab our grades on our last project. I walked up to grab mine, "Miss Eastman, may I say, your vegan chilli was absolutely astounding! Such texture and flavour! I'm sure you'll make a wonderful wife to a very lucky man one day!" She says, handing me the review paper. I swear I saw Paul perk up at that. Oh my God, what if he likes me? No, that's impossible, he's got a girlfriend.