Viola breathed evenly and had her head resting on her chest, clearly asleep. She had fallen asleep in class, in Ms Payne's class to be specific. The huge head phones over her ears made her completely oblivious to the earsplitting bell that ended the class. Mello, who had a project with her in the next class, shook her shoulder.

"Viola, wake up." He said, when she didn't he snatched her i pod off the desk and turned the volume up all the way. She must have been listening to some heavy metal of some sort because she woke with a scream, throwing off her head phones.

"DO NOT DO THAT!" She yelled, he smirked.

"You should have seen the look on your face." He said, smiling gaily.

"DETENTION!" Ms Payne yelled, "NO MUSIC IN CLASS!"

"Again? Really?" Roger asked the two, Viola frowned in response. "Okay, you'll have to trim the bushes."

"Oh, please, anything but the bushes," Viola begged. Roger shook his head, her eyes suddenly got huge and very reflective. "Roger, I haven't done anything that bad!"

"Mello will help you, it's not that bad of a punishment." He said, but she continued with the puppy eyes.

"Oh, please anything but the bushes!" She persisted.

"No, you will trim the bushes, and that's final." He said firmly. "Final."

Mello; Chop

Viola; Snip,

Mello; chop,

Viola; snip, snip.

Mello; Chop...

Viola; Snip snip?

Mello; CHOP!

"OUCH!" Mello shouted, he slipped his bloody finger into his mouth.

"It's what you get for not being careful," Viola replied, snipping away at overgrown branches.

"It's you fault I'm here!" He said, she sighed.

" Deja vu, that's exactly what you said last time." She looked up at the sky, a distant look in her eyes.

"But it's true," Mello said angrily. "I could be doing something else, like hanging out with Matt."

"Or scaring the hell out of little kids when you get angry or beating people up or fretting about your school work." Viola grinned, "detention seems like a good thing compared to your normal life."

"...Yeah, you should say the same about yourself. All you do is...uh..."

Viola laughed, "see! You don't know!"

Viola seated herself at the Piano bench, and put her hands to the keys. The keys were old and worn from many years of use. The dim yellow lights reflected of the hard wood floor and light stung her eyes. Her two teachers had given the students the assignment to write a song and preform it for them. She began to play a repeating minor chord, she sang;

"Look up

grey sky

I know your out there

I know

Don't tell me

I can't take it

sad eyes

blue tears

you're not worth my time

brown dust

that's what you are

Don't try saving me.

-In the haunted house of day dreams

Were all the psychos go

Where tear drops fall like snow."

"Oh, excellent as always, Viola." Ms Minor said, "A for you."

Viola frowned, "I wasn't even finished playing it." Her voice echoed through the music room, the piano bench squeaked when she moved.

"I don't think Mr. Major could handle the rest of it, Love." Ms minor glanced over at her cowering husband. "Are you all right, Dearest?"

He sniffed, Viola saw tears in his eyes. "That was so sad, are you feeling okay?"

"Uh," she thought about how she felt, no head ache, no stomach pains, she wasn't depressed at the moment either. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He sniffed, "Your performances are always moving, but why don't you write a happy, Major, song?"

She stared dumbly at him. "A happy song?" He nodded, "uh, okay."

"Okay! Alex help me write a happy song!" Viola rushed up to her friend with her hair messy and huge eyes.

"A Happy song?" Alex turned a little to look back at her, "You don't know how to write a happy song?"

V hung her head low, "I know how to write a Major song. Happy just isn't working, I don't think I have ever written a happy song before."

Alex laughed and patted her head, "You sad little child."

"MATT!"

Matt jumped and spun around, "Huh?"

"YOU HAVE TO HELP ME WRITE A HAPPY SONG!" Viola shouted, he flinched back a little.

"You don't know how to write a happy song?" Matt grinned, "really Viola? You written a million songs and every one of them is sad?"

"YES! Mr. MAJOR THINKS I BELONG IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL BECAUSE EVERY SONG I'VE WRITTEN HAS MADE HIM CRY! AND IF I DON'T DO WELL ON THIS ASSIGNMENT HE'S PROBABLY GOING TO TALK TO WATARY AND HAVE ME SENT TO ONE! YOU GOTTA HELP ME!" Her hair was extremely messy, and her raccoon (or panda) eyes really made it look like she belonged in a mental institution at that moment.

"Later, I have to go to class." Matt said smoothly, "Good luck, though."

"E!"

"WHAT, V?" Viola's Gothic Friend turned and grinned, which was something that was a little freaky because of all the piercings on her lip.

"YOU GOTTA HELP ME WRITE A H-" Viola stopped and looked at E, from her toes to her head.

"Write a what?" E asked.

"Never mind!"

"Okay! Hey, have your heard 'Rise and Shine' by Blood on The Dance Floor?"

"No, I haven't." she scratched her head.

"OMG YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO IT!" E grabbed her ear phones and her ipod.

"Oh no, I gotta go." Viola smartly began to walk away.

"Hey we gotta ditch class sometime and go thrifting!" E called after her.

Hehe, I know. Your going ta yell at me for not updating this thing in a long time. I'll try to make it a habit of uploading more often.

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