Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is actually the first Fanfiction I'm posting to the site. It's not perfect, but I hope you enjoy the quick read! Make sure to review!
It was meant to be a good day for the Draco Peak High School's Freestyle Orchestra trumpeter, Phenom, as she walked into school that Friday morning. It was not only the end of the week, but her best friend, Ina, was supposed to be asking her out on a date. She also heard that there's a new student coming into the school's Freestyle Orchestra program.
"Good morning, orchestra. We have a new student, who's recently been approved after her exceptional performance yesterday." Dioro, the orchestra's conductor, announced to the class. Phenom, who was excitedly awaiting the new arrival, looked ahead to the door where a dark-haired girl walked on through. Setting down a koto (a japanese string instrument), she began playing a lovely tune and captured everyone's hearts with a melody to match the lilac-eyed trumpeter's rhythmic and smooth jazz-like sounds. And soon enough, Dioro decided to declare her lead player in the orchestra. This shocked the trumpeter, making her eyes go almost crimson, in a sense.
It only got worse. As she was getting ready for her final class, she saw her girlfriend, Ina, deeply kissing another girl, Nelle, on the opposite side of lockers. And they were into it. "Ph-Phenom! Oh, this is just-" Ina wasn't able to finish as she turned to her, almost crying. Her former girlfriend was gone, out of the school before their final class.
As the purple-clothed girl abandoned class and ran off back home, she knew she had enough. Minaka, the new-coming student, had taken her place as main player on the school's freestyle orchestra, and Phenom's girlfriend, Ina, had cheated on her with another girl on the day of her date. Unfortunately, in her hurried early exit, she missed the bus to her apartment, so after a while of unguided wandering as the sun went down, she figured out her way to a local bar just a few blocks from school, with a tear-covered face. There, she surprisingly found one of her classmates, just chilling there, and offered Phenom a drink as soon as she saw her face.
"You want one? You seem down." The blue-haired harp player, Lutina, asked. She was older than Phenom by a year, old enough to drink.
The lilac-styled trumpeter, Phenom, accepted it, even though she was barely underage, at 17. At first, she drank to relieve herself of being lonely and second-place. But her music-making performance actually started dropping in quality, especially when everyone held the trumpeter in high regard for her many gentle notes. Even some of the lower-ranks of the orchestra, like Arend, a french horn player, took note that something had happened to the former best player of the freestyle orchestra.
And it got worse indeed. Phenom's grades started dipping as well, attended less classes, and was far more absent. And on days Phenom did go to school, she barely did anything. Or, anything normal for her, as this terrible symphony finally reached a crescendo at lunch 2 weeks later, on another Friday.
"Heya, Phenom. You okay there?" Marquis, the energetic electric-guitar player of the orchestra asked, sitting down next to her at a table close to the wall. "You look like you've been through a swamp."
She just sits there, poking at the cold food in her box of 'Chinese' (no offense to the school lunches) food. "Go away, Marquis."
"Huh? You usually call me Mark, girl. What happened?" He asked again, maintaining his cool attitude.
The purple-clothed girl gritted her teeth and balled her hands into fists. "I said, go away!" Yelled out Phenom, gathering the attention of some people at the nearby tables, before putting a hand on her mouth as her face puffed up, before pulling her hand away and onto the table as she let out a lot of vomit, most of it on her beautiful orchestra outfit, gathering the attention of more people as whispers began flying.
In shock of what just happened, Phenom took out her thermos from her bag, once beautifully colored lilac with gold, now just a faded metal cylinder, and ran outside without eating nor taking her backpack with her. As soon as she was alone at a secluded part of school grounds by the amphitheatre, she took a rather large sip of it.
"What's in the can, Phenom? What is it?" Marquis asked as he confusedly followed the stained girl to her hiding spot. "Like, girl, is it alcohol or-"
He wasn't able to finish his sentence, as the girl pushed him back, walked up to him, and repeated her actions. "How many times do I have to tell you...to go AWAY!" Phenom shouted angrily before completely shoving him onto the pavement of the amphitheatre, getting everyone to notice as whispers began flying again. Is that the Phenom we know and love? Was she always like this? Has the star orchestra player gone mad?
"All of you, shut up!" The lilac-eyed trumpeter was now clearly livid, as she pointed to Marquis still panting on the amphitheatre floor. "Don't make me do the same thing to this jerk over here!"
People began dispersing, of course, as Phenom took another drink of her thermos, filled with alcohol, before going off-stage as the bell rang. Things like this went on for another week as she slowly descended into a spiral of drinking. In fact, she missed nearly a full school week as a result of her long sleeping hours at night with no drinking, her body unable to work properly in the morning. She finally got the urge to wake up on Friday, but her emotions that day...were eerily happy.
After school that day, she went on to her locker and grabbed her trumpet, not cleaned since 2 weeks ago, and went off to orchestra practice with a skip in her step.
Dioro was looking over papers in the empty stage room as Phenom happily walked on in before she noticed something amiss. "Conductor, why is nobody else here?"
"I told the others that there was no class today." The old man responded, unwavered from his desk. "Well, everyone except for you."
"How so?" The trumpeter asked again.
Dioro began to list down many reasons. "You endangered and hurt another fellow orchestra member, your grades started dropping, your performance in practice also began falling, and even skipped classes entirely."
Phenom looks perplexed. "Wait...huh? I have been sick for a while, Mr. Conductor."
The conductor just sighs, as he looks over her grades again and begins to notice a very odd pattern. "Phenom," Dioro asked with a sharp tone in his voice. "Have you been drinking alcohol?"
"Y-y-ye-ye-yes…" Phenom replied, swaying as she raised her arm and index finger Note that there's no wind. "But only rarely-"
Dioro slammed his hands on the desk and stood up in immediate anger. "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE UNDERAGE?! Unless you're over 18 you shouldn't be drinking AT ALL!"
All he got was a pair of tear-filled lilac eyes and a soft, almost whimpering voice. "S-sir...I-"
"IF I SEND THIS TO THE SCHOOL ADMINISTRATION RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL DEFINITELY-" The man continued to tirade until he began to trace back to 2 weeks ago, before he shifted his demeanor. "Ahem...what happened 2 weeks ago?"
"Mr...Conductor, sir?" Phenom shuddered, sinking down. "What do you mean?"
"This isn't about Minaka, isn't it?" Dioro continued on. "If that's the case…I might have a solution-"
Phenom burst into tears and collapsed to her knees. "It-it was! And my girlfriend cheated on me! My life's been a wreck ever since, and then I went to this bar, and I took a drink to feel better, and it only got worse for me from there, and, and-"
"Ok, settle down, Phenom. That's enough…" The conductor tried to calm the girl down, but it seems that she's left, leaving her trumpet case on the carpeted floor.
He picks up his smartphone and dials a certain number. "Hello? Is this Distel? Yeah, founder of Alcocope? Yeah, it's an old friend. I need your help with a student."
"Sure, anything to help alcoholics cope." The man named Distel answered from the other end of the line. "Who is it? A senior, maybe?"
"...a student named Phenom." Dioro then explained the situation.
A month- no, a year- has passed from that point on forward, and on a Monday night, a group of people gathered in Draco Peak High School's auditorium. These people, ranging from a white-haired woman with heterochromia, to a guy with blue hair and a ragged-up jacket, are all here for a reason: they were alcoholics. Were, to be exact, because they have recovered from it in Distel Alzier's recent alcoholic treatment program, Alcocope.
"Aren't we missing somebody?" Distel himself asked as he walked through the auditorium doors, clipboard and pencil in hand.
A blonde salesman, Lisheilla, piped up. "Well, she told us that she'd be here today."
The dark-haired founder was about to answer, but then footsteps can be heard from another entrance of the auditorium.
It was her...Phenom.
"Hey, everyone. Today's my final meeting; I'll soon no longer be an alcoholic." She announced with glee.
The End