Author's Note: Man, I'm NEVER gonna get around to studying for midterms…
Here's a little note for the sake of the sanity of a few individuals, the ages (in this story) of the Sinners are:
Chrono: 16
Aion: 18
Rizelle: 17
Shader: 16
Genai: 17
Viede: 17
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"Not so much," said Maggie, coming into the room. "Everyone get in here, you're not going to like this." Once the band had assembled, Maggie took a deep breath, preparing herself for her speech. "You know I love you like family,"
"Oh God,"
"Shut up, Genai. But I'm afraid that I have some terrible news for you all."
"We're not doing the tour?" asked Shader.
"We're getting a new member?" asked Viede.
"Are salaries are being docked?" asked Aion.
"Worse," said Maggie. "I'm sending you all back to school."
In the Life of a Rock Star:
Chapter 8: Just a whole lot of explaining…
"WHAT?" screamed the band in unison.
"Why the hell are we going back to school?" demanded Genai.
"I thought we joined the music business to get away from that god-awful place!" protested Rizelle.
"Well," started Maggie, "the higher-ups informed me of a little condition for all singers your age."
"And that is…?" they all pressed, afraid to know the truth.
"You all have to pass the SATs before you turn 19, or you're not going to be allowed back in the band. Ever."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?"
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The memory was still fresh in Chrono's mind as he slowly entered the classroom and stared into the intimidating faces of the 20-some students. Dread filled him as the teacher half-heartedly introduced him and his band to the class.
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"B-but," stuttered Aion, "that only gives me, like, a year!"
"Well…tough." shrugged Maggie, not knowing what else to say. "Rizelle, Genai, and Viede only have two years,"
"So that means," mumbled Shader, "that Chrono and I have three years?" Maggie nodded. "Woohoo!" cheered the cat-girl, "alright, Chrono, we're on E-Z street!" Shader tilted her head, staring cutely at Chrono. "What's wrong?"
"What school are we going to?" he asked quietly.
"Oh," said Maggie, "I picked out this nice private school not to far away. It's called Seventh Bell Academy."
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He just knew it. Chrono knew all along that this could only end poorly. As he shuffled down the long aisle to his designated seat, an action that seemed to take forever to accomplish, his heart raced and he felt his face heat up as he saw Rosette staring at him, completely disgusted. 'What did I do to deserve this?' he thought hopelessly.
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"Seventh Bell… where have I heard that before?" pondered Shader.
Maggie shrugged. "It's a pretty esteemed school; it's probably been in the news a lot."
"Oh fuck…" grumbled Genai, "is this gonna be a tight-ass, prissy school where everyone's a frickin' genius?"
"Ooh, Genny-wenny, are you afraid that you'll get expelled?"
"Shut the hell up Shader!"
"Knock it off you two!" yelled Maggie. "And Genai, watch your language!"
"Fuck off."
Maggie smacked him upside the head with her clipboard. "Say that in school and you WILL get expelled!"
"Like I care."
"If you're expelled then you can't pass the SATs, and if you can't pass the SATs, then you'll never be a part of this band ever again!"
"…"
"Good,"
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Chrono plopped down in the hard plastic chair, the entire class gazing at him in awe. They couldn't believe it, real live rock stars, right here in their Global History class. He could hear their whispers, each one with a different theory as to why they were here. And of course, each of them was wrong. Chrono sighed, he hated being the center off attention like THIS. Besides, it's not like he could even call himself a rock star anymore.
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"Also," said Maggie, breaking even more bad news to them. "You all were partially right."
"Huh?" asked the band.
"You're not having the concert,"
"What?" cried Shader.
"Your salaries are being docked,"
"No way!" yelled Aion.
"But you're not getting a new member."
"Phew!" sighed Viede in relief.
"Why no pay?" demanded Aion.
"Why no concert?" shrieked Shader.
"Because if you all are going to be in high school, those higher-ups suggested that I treat you all like normal teenagers."
"WHAT?" they screamed.
"Starting today, you'll no, longer have your salaries. You'll get allowance, but it won't be much, so spend it wisely. And if ya want more moola, then get it job."
"But we already HAD a job…" sobbed Shader.
"Get a really one. Remember; you're not rock stars, you're normal now."
"Since WHEN have we been 'normal'?"
"Since now."
"So…" began Viede. "Does this mean no more late night parties?"
"Nope, you're curfew is ten."
"No salaries?"
"No concerts?"
"No parties?"
"No cussing?"
"No fame?"
"That's right, normal school kids."
"But then, that also means…"
"Yup."
"Loads of homework?"
"Icky-mean teachers?"
"Cafeteria food?"
"Math and Science?"
"Dress codes?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. Get used to it guys," sighed Maggie, "because until you pass those tests, you're going to be living like this for awhile. Ooh!" she reached into her pocket and took out an equal number of keys and sticky-notes. "Here's our new address and house key," she distributed the items accordingly.
"Why can't we stay here?" asked Viede.
"Because," huffed Maggie tired of repeating herself. "Normal kids don't live in studios or mansions, in New York, they live in apartments."
"How will we all fit?"
"It's pretty big, and don't worry," Maggie winked at them, "we'll manage. Now, your books and bags are in the other room, so I suggest that you hurry before you're late for your first day."
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Chrono's mind raced with all sorts of possible explanations to give to Rosette, each sounding better than the next. But unfortunately, all his stupid mouth could blurt out was "Surprise?"
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End Note: Eh heh… I know, short and pretty much pointless, but I have to explain things at some point! And I think I kinda like this shorter chapter idea, I can post more stuff more often without leaving you guys hanging for too long. So I could probably do this, like, every 2 or 3 days. It'd work, or do ya'll like the longer chapters better and would just rather wait the extra week? You decide, I'm writing this for you guys.
Toodles,
BlackRose108 :)
