(The song is Little Girl by Faith Marie and only piano so ignore the other instruments also I don't anything but my ideas as well as the few minor changes I made to the song to fit Virgil better lastly the song will be in italics)
While the morning was all about academic stuff like science the afternoon was for the arts. "For the final time spray-painting isn't art it's vandalism" The teacher almost yelling trying to reel in their temper.
Virgil scoffed and looked around the room at all the artwork most done by past students who became famous artists. "Ya know that art is subjective art can be whatever it wants to be" Virgil said still looking around then he snapped his head back to the teacher and said full of condescension "Shouldn't you know that aren't you supposed to be the best art teach in the world." Smirking at the teachers face Virgil started to walk to the empty seat next to Roman as he was the only person Virgil knew in the class.
Sadly, the teacher quickly regained their motor skills and spat out "Let me guess you only like death metal and rap."
Virgil surprised everyone by chuckling then he said "I can't stand death metal too much screaming I prefer punk and rock though I do love a good rap." The teacher was frustrated at not being able to stick the newbie in a box was about to rip into him but stopped themselves when they remembered what they saw in the cafeteria. The rest of the class moved smoothly with some basic sketching for the months project which was to show the same image in three different art forms. The next class went by better because the teacher was actually quite nice and was very go with the flow. But the last class of the day was the most memorable for everyone.
The last class was music class with the teacher being well know as a straight and narrow hardass. He didn't take well to anything new and if it wasn't for the principals orders he would still only teach classical. As it was he still only taught pop and classical while refusing to teach any of the 'dirty' music like punk. So, all of the returning students hid smiles and giggles behind their hands when Virgil walked through the door. "You are late and don't think being the new kid excuses you detention" The teacher snapped not looking up from his desk.
"But class starts in two minutes I'm early which is sayin' something considering the size of this place" Virgil snapped out but started to walk to an empty desk without arguing anymore. But before the students could be properly disappointed the teacher finally looked up starting his usual speech about the coming year.
"My name is Mr. Forrest and I will not tolerate backtalk or- what the hell are you wearing" The teacher said in shock stopping in the middle of his rant.
Virgil looked down at himself then back at the teacher and said slowly "clothes."
"Those are not clothes those are rags go change those are not up to dress code" The teacher said waving Virgil out of the class.
But before he could continue the spiel Virgil said "For one they are up to code and two where would I get "proper" attire" air quoting the word proper and making sure to add a healthy heap of sarcasm. The teacher looked about to explode but didn't let it get to him after all his had been the teacher to many snobby kids and always brought them to heel. So he continued the speech with a steady tone but kept making glances at Virgil who was the picture of a perfect student. Virgil really did wish to learn all his could from these talented teachers but he also refused to let them push him around. Where he was from if you didn't fight back you ended up dead.
About twelve minutes into class the Mr. Forrest decided to humiliate the new kid just a little. "So, Mr. Black since you decided to be late-."
"I wasn't late" Virgil replied calmly.
"Detention I said at the beginning I don't tolerate backtalk if you aren't five minutes early you're late understood" Mr. Forrest said clearly waiting for Virgil's response.
"Crystal sir" Virgil said full of sarcasm.
"Good" Mr. Forrest said ignoring the sarcasm for now. "Now as I was saying since you decided to be late you clearly think you are better than your fellow students so why don't you prove it come here." When Virgil made no move to stand up Mr. Forrest said "Now Mr. Black or do you want another detention because that can be arranged."
"I won't because that would at the very least imply that I think I'm better than my classmate but I don't so I will stay right here" Virgil said tempted to kick his feet onto the desk but decided against it.
Mr. Forrest had to refrain from growling but instead said calmly "Fine then you shall do it where you sit."
When Mr. Forrest didn't say anything, else Virgil let his curiosity get the better of him and he asked "And I have to do what exactly?"
Mr. Forrest smirked in his head when he said "Why sing of course."
"Sing?' Virgil said confused then added "sing what exactly?"
"Something you think fits you as a person something deep" Mr. Forrest said in a fake kind voice before saying with a voice now full of condescension "Can you mange that?"
Virgil thought about it for a few moments before saying "And what if I don't want to you can't make me sing."
"Oh yes I can when in my class you do as I say or I will kick you out of my class and you can come back only on the test days though I think it will be harder to take tests you never studied for" Mr. Forrest said maliciously.
Virgil glared at the Mr. Forrest but sighed and said "Does it have to be an original or can I just sing any song?"
"It can be anything you want it to but remember it must fit you" Mr. Forrest said triumphantly.
"Can I use the instruments or does it have to be acapella" Virgil said an idea starting to form.
Mr. Forrest decided to through the kid a bone and said "Any instrument but you have to play it your self not anyone else." Virgil thought about it for a few more moments then got up and walked towards the grand piano in the middle of the room. He opened it up and pressed down on a few keys getting a feel for it then he started to play and the teachers and students jaws dropped.
"My friends always tell me I get carried away, Sometimes I spit when I talk cause I have so much to say, They don't seem to hear me but I guess it's ok, It's not their fault my minds working overtime with no pay, They always say the same things and it's starting to get old, That my head can't get sick, It can't catch a cold" Virgil sang as everything else faded away and all that existed was himself and the piano.
"I scratch and I pick, My insecurities poke, My fears, my anxiety, a voice that provokes, Take a walk, clear your head, breathe in count to ten, Cause on the first page of life written in red, You'll never make it here if you don't learn how to bend" Virgil sang his face going from serene to sad.
Virgil's face turned almost angry as he sang the next line "Don't speak unless you're spoken to, little boy, Someday you will find your place in the world, But richies don't get dirty, Someday you'll learn to fill the empty space, With empty faith"
His face smoothed out but soon became distressed as he sang "Everyday feels like a battle and I always get hurt, I was frequently told violence was never the answer, But life doesn't abide by the rules of a child, I don't know how to fight only taught how to surrender, There's a certain kind of darkness that does a reaping, It usually takes you right before you are sleeping"
While he sang his face once again changed but this time to determined "Is it the crack in the door that it finds a way to creep in?, Or the crack in your brain that wants you to drop dead, I don't remember what it's like to see with clear vision, I awake every morning like the dead has arisen, I don't have to think this body of mine is a prison"
"You don't control me I just gotta find the light switch, But the more that I look the further I get, You're the only thing about me that needs to be fixed, Cause on the first page of life written in fine print, Stop looking for light, live it instead"
"Don't speak unless you're spoken to, little boy, Someday you will find your place in the world, But richies don't get dirty, Someday you'll learn to fill the empty space, With empty faith" Hearing it for a second time the others in the room realized that Virgil was being told this over and over again but was fighting it.
As he sang the last line his face once again became serene "My mind is a mess but I love it none the less, They tell me to hush but my words are all that's left, So on the last page of life written in gold, Don't waste it always doing what you're told." Once Virgil finished he opened his eyes and looked around and thanked himself for remembering to put on his white foundation.
Mr. Forrest who had met and taught many a prodigy regained his voice faster than his students and said "That was quite impressive and I am glad you also enjoy classical instead of the punk I thought you enjoyed."
Virgil replied "Thanks teach but I also love punk but most punk music isn't the kind that fits me." Before Mr. Forrest could reply the bell rang for the next class and he decided to deal with this next class.
(BTW Remus was in Virgils class but he didn't say anything but he will when they meet up with their friends)
