Chapter One
"Mom, I don't want to transfer! I'm perfectly fine where I am! Just listen to me for-"
"Obviously, honey, you don't know the perks to being at this school. Your father and I want the best setting for you to advance your musical talent! Also, it has a great academic program!" my mother interrupts.
"But Moooommmm! What about my friends? How am I going to make new ones?" I whine, gritting my teeth and tensing up.
"You'll be fine! Everyone will love you as soon as they see how talented you are!"
"Mom! That's not even reasonable! I'm not transferring!" I scream.
My mother turns around and sighs. I hate it when she does this. It makes me feel like she's given up on listening to me. I can almost see her face crunching up like she's about to cry…
But she never does. She just stays like that until someone says something.
I'm so sorry. You're probably really confused. Don't worry; you didn't walk in on anything- that was just a flashback. Please, give me a chance to explain. Today is my first day going to a new school of the arts called Vocaloid Academy. I know what you're thinking. I lost that fight, but I'm used to it. Don't give me any sympathy. I don't even want it. Instead, just bear with me while I finish explaining.
According to my mom (don't worry, I'm not self-centered or anything), I was born with exceptional musical abilities. I can sing quite prodigiously for my blossoming age of sixteen, and my songwriting is pretty up there as well. My parents are crazy about me succeeding, no matter what I do. Heck, my parents would make me steal the president's wallet if it were to help me succeed. But would I actually do it? Let's just say I've been quite the rebel lately.
Unfortunately, I'm still stuck transferring in the middle of the school year to some nuthouse with a bunch of bratty, rich-kid prodigies, who call themselves "Vocaloids", after the name of the school, of course. I'm not planning to try and fit in with these… Vocaloids anytime soon.