At the Academy of Music and Arts (AMA), there are two groups of students. The Songbirds and the Quills. The Quills write and compose the songs and the Songbirds perform said pieces. You would think that the Quills would be the reigning group, but it is not so. The Songbirds rule the school and even thought their success heavily depends on the state of their Quill, they often verbally abuse and otherwise bully their Quills. The Quills remain silent through this, although many a time in the past they have tried to rebel, but have failed countless times. Will this year be different? Sunday Evening (Students have returned from Thanksgiving Break) ESPERANZA THOMAS Songbird"Fuck you, very very muchCause we hate what you doAnd we hate your whole crew..."If someone were to approach Esperanza right at that moment and ask her how her Thanksgiving break was, she would have hissed at them and told them to fuck off. Often times, she finds herself wishing that she had a normal family that had normal problems and didn't nominate drama to be the center of their life. She wished that her mother and sister didn't vie for most talented bitch every holiday and then drag her into the mix to act as a referee. She wished that her father didn't turn every vacation outing as a quest to find the new 'It' kid. But unfortunately, she didn't have a normal family, and she only had extraordinary problems. Thankfully, she only had to deal with her family on breaks and not every damn day, although she sometimes wished going home on holidays wasn't mandatory for her. Because her parents and sister were famous, and Esperanza was an up and coming, her father had made her promise to come home on breaks to show the public that they were family oriented and all that jazz. 'It'll help you in the long run. Just in case you get in some trouble.' He had said and Esperanza had stupidly agreed. "I should have just said I was coming down with the flu," She muttered as she unpacked her away bag and began quickly folding her clothes and setting them in their proper drawers. "God knows, mom wouldn't have wanted me anywhere near her if there was a chance I could have compromised her 'talent'." The girl snarled, aggressively folding a pair of pants and practically slamming it into the second drawer. When she finished organizing her clothes, she strode over to Sir Slither's tank, and gently ran her finger down his head. He was dozing at the moment so all he did was shift a bit, but Esperanza was satisfied. When she had gone on vacation she hadn't had much time to interact with her beloved pet because her sister kept dragging her to various clubs. Esperanza made a mental note to let Sir Slither out after dinner. "Bye, sweetie." Esperanza murmured before exiting her room and heading to the cafeteria. When she got there she got the back to school dinner special, steak and portobello mushrooms drizzled with portobello wine sauce and lightly seasoned steamed broccoli, before sitting at her usual table in the center of the room. ♪ EDDIE BLAKE Quill "Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time) Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time) I don't wanna stop at all..." The evening after a break was always the best time. Not because he hated his parents, no, but because seeing his parents again after being surrounded by snotty, douchebag quills all the time always filled him with renewed inspirations and perseverance. Cause really, being surrounded by all the haters and punks all the time can really bring a guy to his lowest. But seeing the earnest looks on his parents faces as he recounted all the interesting moments at AMA, made Eddie want to crush those lame ass songbirds under his boot and grind. This new found energy was making Eddie jittery and exaggeratedly happy as he haphazardly thrust his clothes in his dresser and dumped the rest of his stuff on his bed. He would totally fold them properly later. Totally. But for now, he was going to head down to the cafeteria for some dinner because his stomach was making the rumblies that only ridiculously top notch school food could satisfy. As he flounced down the hall of the Arts dorm, Eddie began to whistle loudly and even do a little jig here and there.