This is the Prologue. Hope you like it!

"This so boring! Why can't we just skip school and go to dad's work. He'd let us skip" said a young man as he slung a backpack over his shoulder lazily. He was standing between a mahogany door and a set of stairs with two of his siblings. He hunched over from the weight. His lanky body was severely disproportionate in deep contrast to his face which was perfectly balanced with his baby blue eyes directly beneath his thin eyebrows and his finely chiseled features.

He was glaring at one of his small sisters, who was standing next to his only brother. She rolled her dark blue eyes and flipped her long locks of golden hair. Her outfit consisted of her school uniform, a pink plaid skirt, a pink shirt with a striped tie, and a pair of black dress shoes.

Glaring she said "You know that he wants us to have an education. Besides I thought you liked this school. I mean it has all of the music programs you could ever want."

"But Althaia, their equipment is in terrible shape and I even caught some jocks vandalizing the tubas in third period" He answered.

Althaia sighed and questioned "Would he let you ditch if I told him you still haven't brought up your science grade, Matt?"

Matt opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it, knowing that she was right. Matt's brother started to laugh and Matt asked "Why are you laughing, little brother?"

His brother immediately answered "I am not the younger one!"

Matt took in his little brother's appearance. He had the same dark blue pants and dress shirt on that Matt had to wear; all the boys had to wear this. His brother's long brown hair covered his sky blue eyes; it also made all of his siblings try to give him a haircut, but he had insisted to keep it that long because their dad had told them that it made him look more like their mother who had died.

Matt ruffled his brother's hair and said "Whatever you say, Atropos."

"God, can we just get to school" Atropos asked as he adjusted his hair?

Matt smiled and said "We're just waiting on Elektra."

"Just like the beauty queen to keep us waiting" Atropos sighed and tossed his single strap bag over his shoulder. They heard a bang and watched as their youngest sister fell down the wooden stairs hitting her head on several of the stairs as she did.

"Well there she is. Anyone think she died" Althaia asked as she shook her head.

Elektra sat up and said "I'm good. I'm good."

Elektra had dirty blond hair and ice blue eyes that made most people think she was blind; if that wasn't bad enough she was clumsier than anyone you have ever seen. Today she was wearing the same outfit as Althaia, but everything was shifted so that it looked punk style. Every day, ever since their aunt had come to visit them when they were little, Elektra dressed like this. She had a pair of high heeled black boots to match and her hair was tied up into a messy pair of pig tails.

As she stood up shakily her siblings shook their heads in disapproval. When she was finally stable Atropos asked "Why do you like looking like a wh"

"Language, Atropos" Althaia yelled angrily.

"Tramp…" Atropos amended before his motherly sister hit him upside the head. He rubbed the spot where she had hit and pouted.

"I do not dress like a tramp. I dress to utilize my looks" Elektra answered angrily "And if you ever suggest something that terrible again… just remember: I know where you sleep."

Atropos shuddered at the thought of what his sister would do to him. Last time she had gotten angry she had tossed all of his clothes in some kind of pink substance and their father was forced to buy new clothes for the boy. The time before that… well I guess you get the idea. An angry Elektra is not something you want to see… or be on the other side of.

"Alright you two. We have to get to the bus stop before we miss the bus" Althaia said as she opened the door and began to walk outside into the Burbank city. Down the street a mail van was lazily making its way toward their house. Althaia waved to the mail woman as she passed.

She led her siblings toward the end of the street that the van had come from and saw that several kids where standing at the corner of the street waiting for the bus to take them to Burbank high. They made their way to the end of the line and began to converse about the different art courses they were taking. Soon the bus appeared cutting Althaia's comments on her painting classes short. The bus driver opened the door and smiled at the kids as they began to climb into the bus. His smile turned brighter whenever Althaia and her siblings got on, though they didn't know why.

The bus driver was a young man in his twenties with bright blond hair and blue eyes, much like the group of siblings. He always turned on some of the best music to listen to during the ride to the school and asked how their days were going. Today Althaia and Matt sat in the same seat, in front, while their younger siblings sat right behind them. The bus driver turned to Atropos and asked "So how is your day going?"

"It's alright so far, but it won't be when we get to the school…" Atropos said sadly.

The bus driver frowned and asked "Why is that? I thought you liked all of the music programs here?"

Atropos pulled out a piece of sheet music and showed it to the bus driver. He took it and studied it for a moment then his mouth dropped. He turned back to Atropos, handed him the sheet music, and asked "Who would do this to Beethoven?"

"The jocks seem to think it's cool to vandalize my music sheets and instruments" Atropos said sadly.

"I'm sorry kid. Jocks are always annoying" the bus driver said.

"How would you know" Althaia asked?

He turned to her and smiled saying "I am a musician believe it or not. I'm studying at my collage, but had to get a job ya know? Needed the money."

"That's cool. I want to be an artist when I grow up" Althaia said.

"Keep working at it and you'll get there" He said then turned back to the wheel "Time to go."

The bus jerked to life as he closed the doors and put the pedal to the metal as he tore through the traffic of Burbank.

Alright, so what Matt is experiencing IS NOT how Burbank High actually is. I combined it with another school I have been to. Other than that… I will let yall see what happens.