Puck's POV

"Noah! .. someone's at the door!" My Ma, Audrina , shouted up the stairs.

It was Sunday morning and all I wanted to do was chill. Play some video games. Eat. Sleep. Eat some more then go drag Finn's lazy ass from his house and go to watch the cheerleader try outs. I dont know what goes on in Sue Sylvester's crazy ass mind, but what makes a cheerleading coach, make all her cheerleaders try out again (not that I'm complaining..) in the middle of the semester, at 10am on a sunday morning?.

On weekends, I normally wake up around 1-ish and that's when I'm being trampolled on by my annoying little 7 year old sister, Sarah. Don't let her cuteness fool you, oh no. She seems to have mastered being the Devil's assistant.. Hell, she could even be the Devil in my mind with how she's so sneaky that she manages to convince people she's as innocent as an angel and how she seems to be able to brain wash my Ma into shouting at me for Every. Damn. Thing.

"NOAH! IVE TOLD YOU ONCE, GET THE DOOR!"

See..

I put on some boxer shorts and a shirt and walked extra slowly out of my room and down the stairs.

A) Because it is WAY to early for me to be awake right now.

B) And just to piss off my Ma a little more .. What? she deserves it! , she could of just sent Sarah to do it, but no! .. Not the Angel (Devil) child.. Even as I walked past the living room, (which is right next to the front door, I might add!) she was sitting in there and she stuck her tounge out at me, then she smirked and looked as happy as fuck with herself because she didn't have to answer the door. I did. Like I have to do everything!.. God, if I didnt have to get the door right now I would So go over there and tickle her to death because I know she hates it.

When I finally get to answer the front door, who is standing there in all his freakishly tallness and goofiness? .. Finn.. It had to be Finn.

"Hey Dude... What's Up?"

"What's up? ..what's up? Cheerleading try outs!, that's what's up!.. Man, I thought you were picking me up at 10?." Finn literally shouted at me, but then remembered my Mom was somewhere in the house, so he soon quietened down, embarrased.

Shit.. What time is it?.. Where the fuck has all the clocks gone? (Note to self: Buy a clock.. And my Ma calls ME lazy? ..)

So then, I literally sprint up the stairs, throw on a clean shirt, pants and some sneakers and then run down the stairs and jump like, the last 6 steps and all in record time.

When I get there, Finn's already waiting by the passenger side of my shitty truck,(I'm a Stud, only I can pull it off.) then we jump in and as soon as I'm in there the keys go straight into the ignition and before I know it we're already half way down the road because we do not want to be late.

When we get there, Sam, Matt and Mike are already there sitting on the bleachers.

"Dudes where have you been?, you've already missed them warming up and stretching.. STRETCHING!" Matt said all in a rush, but stressing the last word, lettting us know just what we missed.

"Ohh Man, it was aweswome, though we did have to keep pretending not to be looking because coach Sylverster kept sending death glares our way, but then guess what happened? We saw the hottest new gir.." Sam was trying to explain, but then Mikes hand hit him in the face, not hard, but hard enough to shut him up.

"Look, there she is!" Mike whispered frantically, while trying to point discretely, but failing miserably.

When I looked, the breath caught in my throat.

She was beautiful.

And I didn't even know her name.

Rachel's POV

I, Miss Rachel Barbara Berry, can officially say I miss my life. Let me recap on what's happened over the last couple of weeks.

In California, I had brilliant everything. I had brilliant friends. A brilliant cheerleading position. (Captain, of course.)A brilliant house, which was on a brilliant street, A brilliant temple in which other brilliant Jewish families went to.I had a brilliant life.

I didn't get bullied at school even though I did get good grades, a lot above from some of my popular friends. Mostly, the reason I was popular with the guys was because of my attitude. It was an attitude that shouted "I take no shit from nobody and when they dont deserve it, nobody gets shit from me." And of course my cheerleading position helped as well as my looks.

Even though I was on the cheerleading team, I wasn't exactly what you would call a girly-girl. Don't get me wrong, I can still throw on a short dress and heels and go full out on make-up for a party and I could pull it off, but I wouldn't wear stuff like that for everday life like some of the plastics I know. I would much rather be wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans with a Led Zep T-shirt and converse.

Well none of that matters anymore because me and my family are half way through our move to Lima, Ohio.

I'm proud of my dad, don't get me wrong, he's a surgeon and that is some hard shit to do and being promoted is a great thing to happen to him, he totally deserves it, but why can't the job be in California?

Well, now because of the new job my dad is going to be getting Jack and Daniel will probably be getting seperate rooms. Yes, you did just hear right. I said Jack and Daniel. And yes, it is the seperation of the two words that is the 'alcoholic bottle of awesome' as my brother, Jack describes 'Jack Daniels'. Not only that, but it's what my un-identical twin brother's names are. Though they are un-identical they still do look pretty much the same. And then there's me who is like the female equivalent of them both in looks.

We have the same dark brown hair, though mine is a little higher in length than my elbow, while their's is sort of like Justin Beiber's. And we have exactly the same eyes. Seriously, it's scary how alike they are, same shape, same chocolate brownie colour, same shades of lighter brown, same size. And get this, they both have a birthmark that's shaped like a tear-drop behind their left ear. I have a birthmark which is exactly the same, but behind my left ear!.. that is some scary stuff.

They are both very handsome, and Boy, do they know about it!, Jack always says "Our family are some good lookin' Jews." And let's face it, he's right. They always have new girls come to the house near enough everyday. They like to make themselves look good and keep their bodies in shape so they go to gym around 4 times a week with my dad, and I can truly say I think their muscles are probably the size of my head. When they're not at the gym, they're at home stuffing themselves with food like there's no tomorrow, either that or they're out to get more girl's numbers. When I was old enough, I started to go to the gym with them and I love it!. When I start to get tired, they always make fun of me which they know makes me want to go harder and trust me, it pays off.

Now, Jack and Daniel, though being twins, are not a lot alike. Granted, they do look alike, but they're brothers, it's expected, but personality wise, I like to think I'm a mix of both of them.

Jack is more sneaky and childish, while Daniel has always been the more immature and hard working. Since he was 14 he's had more jobs than I've known anybody to have. He doesn't get fired, he just gets bored sometimes, so if there is another job available, he'll take it. It's not that he works a lot to help our family to pay bills or anything, we got that covered, he just likes to keep himself busy and he like's to know it's not just mom and dad that pays for the things he owns. That's what I love about him. He doesn't depend on mom and dad to bail him out when things get tough.

We have just arrived at our new house from what seems like the longest car ride ever from the airport to our new home. We had Jack fidgeting around the whole way because he needed to pee and it was pissing everyone off and then because Jack kept fidgeting and talking about needing to pee, pretty soon Daniel needed to pee. So then we had 2 whiney-ass twins, a stressed out mom and dad and a very tired Rachel, who was trying to sleep, but couldn't because she kept getting elbowed from each side because of the toilet issue. After what seemed like forever we finally pulled up outside of the house and before you know it, both doors from the back were flung open and then you could see Jack and Daniel tripping eachother up on their race to the house. After that, I'm pretty sure I heard something smash.

At least the house looks nice. It's huge, but we had around the same size as this of our old home. The grass looks like it's been freshly cut, our front porch has a little rocking chair at the front, which has a pillow on the seat and a blanket on the back and because I'm so tired from the car ride from hell, I could so fall asleep in it right now.

As soon as we get settled inside, which is almost immediatly because everything was put in their places from our old house before we moved in, I run up to my new room (well, I figured it was my room because it had all my stuff in it) and it's an awesome size, but it needs to be decorated the way I want it before it can be called perfect.

I guess tomorrow I should have a proper look around the house a little because I didn't get a chance tonight. Tomorrow is Sunday, normally I would plan to get up around 1pm, but I know for sure I want to be on the cheerleading squad at Mckinley (The new school I have been transferred to) and I heard that they were having try outs tomorrow morning at 10am. That's right, you heard me .. 10...Morning. That's just harsh to expect me up before at least 12pm, but there's nothing I can do about it. I hope I make the cheerleading squad.