*** "Thanks for the ride, Ree." Sonnet twisted in the passenger seat, flashing a grin to her stepbrother perched between Reecha's guitar and keyboard in the backseat as she grabbed her bag off the floor of the car. "I have practice after school, Michael. Head to Proy's after school if you like, since Mom's out of town. Give me a call when you're ready to come home and we'll come get you." Michael smiled back under a fringe of black curls, nodding quickly. "Sure, Sunny. When do you guys play?" The twelve year old opened up his own pack, shoving his schoolbook back into it before pushing his glasses back up on his nose. Reecha blew hair out of her eyes, chuckling softly. "Wednesday. New songs, too. Don't you worry about your sister, hmm? Get out, Sonnet. Mike will be late if we don't leave now, and I'm not going through that gate again to get him in." Her hand went out, pushing Sonnet until the girl laughed and got out of the car, offering a wave as the door closed behind her. Avalon High loomed ahead of her as Reecha drove off, the gates wide open and students moving on and off the grounds. Pulling her sleeves down around her wrists again, Sonnet adjusted her bag and made her way through the large double doors. She knew the path by heart by now, even without watching, which was normally a dangerous thing in the highly populated school. As it was, the History Hall wasn't greatly populated in the morning. The 'L' shaped building was two stories high and held about thirty lecture halls, ten on each level. Sonnet's class was on the second floor, with the rather elderly Mr. Hamilton. She made her way to the class, pushing open the door and heading for her seat by the window, first row. The class was arranged to be more of an auditorium setting than the basic same-level seating. This ensured that the students would easily see the teacher, and the acoustics were rather nice as well. "Good morning, Miss Howard." Of all teachers, Sonnet liked Mr. Hamilton the most. He was the only one who never mocked a student, never made them feel foolish for asking a question, and answered any question, even if the topic was one that wasn't supposed to be talked about. "Morning, Mr. Hamilton." The elderly man chuckled, tapping his long fingers on his desk while he waited for the others to arrive. He was also the only teacher who started his lectures ten minutes into the class, just to make sure no one missed a thing. Now, who would be coming today..?