A few days later Octavia was seen entering the school grounds with an escort. The escort was a unicorn carrying a package via magic. She had a gift for her music teacher, and she was trying to keep up appearances. Such was the life of a pony born into a higher class. Such was "the way of the world."

"Ms. Melody." said a pony greeting her, as she walked by.

Octavia didn't even greet them back. She simply nodded to them and kept walking to class. Her noble escort didn't bat an eye to the ponies either. He simply stayed quiet and followed behind her.

As she entered the class she saw that the DJ was there already. She was in the sound production booth with the teacher discussing something with him. They seemed like they were very busy, and Octavia didn't want to interrupt them, even she was a simple commoner. So, she patiently waited for them to finish.

About 10 minutes later the teacher and the DJ concluded their conversation, laughing.

"What could possibly be so funny?" thought Octavia.

The teacher looked up and saw that Octavia was there. He apologized if he had kept her waiting. He explained that he needed help in the sound booth, and the DJ was more than happy to help.

Octavia stood thee dumbfounded. So, the self-titled DJ, was actually good for something? She figure she was just another hooligan, skating by in life, waiting for the next person to take advantage of. It didn't matter. As long as the audience was paying attention to her and not the "DJ", then everything would be fine.

"Ms. Melody?" asked the teacher.

"Hm? Oh! I'm sorry, my mind seemed to wander!" panicked Octavia, trying to maintain composure.

"It's quite alright. What's this you have with you?"

Octavia turned to the escort she was with and thanked him for his services. He set the package down, nodded, and made his way out of the school.

"I was out with mother the other day and thought you may like this." said Octavia, trying to find some way to show up the DJ.

The DJ looked up rather curious as to what was in the package. It looked rather impressive. Probably some high society pish posh nonsense. Like...aged Grey Poupon or something. The DJ let out a quiet chuckle.

The teacher opened the package and found a very, very old looking violin in it. It was wrapped up in a rather expansive looking glass case. The strings on it looked aged, and worse for wear. Cool...but not her exact cup of tea. But she still showed respect for a instrument that brought happiness to those that wanted to hear music.

The teacher took a few steps back. He nearly stumbled over a few instruments.

'Ms...Ms. Melody!" he panicked. "I...I can't have this! This belongs in a museum!"

"I know." she replied. "That's where mother purchased it from."

Octavia looked rather pleased with herself. This was the sure fire way for the teacher to put all the attention on her. It was a pony eat pony world, and she would feast upon them all. Whatever it took to be on top and be the best.

"Wow...that looks expensive!" said the DJ, leaning over the booth.

Octavia glared at her. Why was she unmoved by her display of dominance? She showed the teacher that she was able to outmaneuvered the DJ and anypony else.

"Excuse me, Ms. Melody.' said the teacher, walking into his back office and closing the door.

"I..but...*sigh*." stammered the pony. "But i got this for him. It wasn't supposed to go like this."

"If I can say something." said the DJ.

Octavia slowly raised her head to the DJ. She had so much hate in her eyes you could almost feel it.

"Buying your way to the top isn't the way to go, Bassy." said the DJ, walking out from behind the sound booth.

"Oh what would you know!?" screamed Octavia. "You manipulated your way to the sound booth, and you're gonna preach to me!?"

"Geez. I never even asked to be back there."

"What?"

"Yeah, I was walking by and saw that he looked troubled behind that booth. I know how to work all of that stuff, so I offered to show him how to do it."

"I...I don't understand."

"Ugh, he needed help, Bassy!"

As soon as the DJ yelled at her, the earth pony felt her world shatter. Never before had anyone talked to her like that. It felt like she was being treated like anypony else. Like an equal.

"No!" screamed Octavia. "We are not equals!"

"What?" asked the DJ.

Octavia ran out of the class and down the hall.

This wasn't happening. Another pony stood up to her. Somepony treated her, like they would treat anypony else. That shouldn't happen. Not to her. Not to Octavia Melody.

Octavia was seen by the other students running through the halls. She ran all the way to the mare's restroom and locked herself in the stall.

"I hate her so much!" said Octavia, crying.

(Hey everyone, it's me.)Sorry for the late update. This story is proving to be more difficult to write than I had first predicted. I'm having to remember my days in high school for how students act, combined with the world of MLP. Thanx for sticking with me this far.I want to make this story last for a while. So I know there will be some ups and downs in it. Thank you for all of your support.*bro hoof*