Welcome to Sprucehollow Academy of the Arts,or SAA. Here,this is an arts based boarding school. The majors we include here at our elite high school include: music,art,choir,theatre,and dance.

Most classes are centred around your major. Its important to practice and keep your grades up. Failure to do so will result in an expulsion. Have you got what it takes to attend SAA?

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The bell chimed though the empty halls of SAA. There were only seconds left before the halls were flooded with students. An eerie calmness settled until the doors in the Theatre hall burst open. The theatre students were always first to be let out of their classes. Walking out of the theatre door was Alfred Jones, a light brown-haired, blue-eyed Junior and the Bad Touch trio, that included Francis Bonnerfoy, Antonio Carriedo, and Gilbert Beilschimdt. "Hey, I have an awesome idea!" Antonio shouted over the crowd of students talking "Bet it's not as awesome as me!" The Prussian,Gilbert, interjected. Antonio,used to Gilbert's antics, rolled his green eyes and continued "Let's take that shortcut to the cafeteria. It's down the Music Hall." "Sure,dude." Alfred grinned. The four students, turned down a hall, the Music Hall. Alfred watched as a few Music students straggled out the door. The theatre students decided that they were all probably let out already. Gilbert was telling everyone about his pet bird, named Gillbird web they heard a lone guitar solo. It was an acoustic guitar and they followed the sound to an empty practice room. Alfred peered into the room and looked at the kid playing on the guitar. He was the most gorgeous guys he had ever seen. He had messy, untamable blond hair and his eyes! They were the brightest, most intense green Alfred had ever seen. He also had very thick eyebrows, that only added to his good looks. Alfred felt his heart skip a beat and butterflies in his stomach. "He looks good,non?" Francis whispered into Alfred's ear. "W-what?" he jumped, disturbing the guitarist, who hadn't noticed them yet. He set his guitar down on the seat next to him "Just who are you four?" He snapped this,clearly annoyed. "I'm Gilbert Beilschimdt!" "Antonio Carriedo" "And Francis Bonnerfoy, at your service." Francic bowed then gestured to Antonio and Gilbert "Us three are called the Bad Touch Trio!" The guitarist snickered a bit, his gaze turning to Alfred. "Oh! I-um, I'm Alfred F. Jones! Nice to meet you." "Yeah, sure, a pleasure." The Music student hissed. "I suppose t would be rude not to tell you my name. I'm Arthur Kirkland." he had an unmistakable English accent that Alfred loved. "I see you four are Theatre students." he nodded at the emblems in stitched on their blazers. Each student wore a uniform that consisted of tan pants or skirt if you were a girl, a white button down shirt and a blue tie and a blazer for winter and sweater best for summer. Each Major had their own emblem stitched in gold on the vests or blazer. Theatre students had the comedy and tragedy masks. Art students had a paintbrush and palette and Dance had dance slippers, Choir had sheet music and Music had a treble clef. The four juniors nodded. "Why are you in the Music Hall?" Arthur questioned, a scowl in his face "You all messed up my playing." he eyed his acoustic guitar. It was plain looking,contrary to his electric one. "Sorry! It was just so good, we kinda had to see who was playin' it, ya know?" Alfred smiled sheepishly, his heart skittering when Arthur frowned at him. "Well leave." Arthur set his guitar in its case, closed it and shoved past the four. Francis grabbed Arthur's arm and stared into Arthur's eyes with his blue ones "You are gorgeous." "Let go of me, you bloody perverted fucking frog!" he yanked his arm free and stormed out, annoyed. Gilbert laughed "Music students are strange!" Francis smirked "That Arthur kid is hot, though." Which earned him a shove from Alfred. "Hmm...why did you push me? Is it that you don't want me to like Arthur, because you fear your love will be unrequited?" "Shut up! That's not it!" Alfred felt his ears burn and face flush red as they walked down the rest of the Music Hall. "Its just awkward."

Suddenly,Antonio was sprawled on the floor, having crashed into someone. "Oh, hõla, Mattie!" Antonio laughed, helping the drum player up. "It's f-fine." Matthew fixed his glasses and smiled at his brother "Why are you in the Music Hall?" "Shortcut to lunch. C'mon!" Matthew fell into step, next to Francis. Gilbert told the group another story of his bird,although Alfred wasn't really listening to his albino friend. His mind was on Arthur. He couldn't shake his green eyes from his head.

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Alfred twirled his spaghetti on his fork. His eye twitched irritably as Francis flirted with his brother. Only Alfred actually knew that Mattie had a crush on the French pervert. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud thud and eruptions of laughter emitting from the lunch room. He turned to the exit to the lunch line and gasped.

Arthur had been tripped by someone and was covered in his spaghetti. The whole room practically shook with laughter. Arthur hoisted himself up and tried to wipe sauce and noodles from his blazer, to no avail. Everyone laughed louder when he fell again, when he tried to get up. Alfred even caught snickering from his friends. Alfred frowned, his gaze turning upon Ivan, the Russian student. It was obvious he had tripped Arthur by his gloating grin.

When Arthur finally stood up, he rushed out of the room and Alfred swore he saw Arthur trying to rub tears away.

"Haha! That was hilarious!" Gilbert laughed hysterically. Antonio joined in "I know! Wasn't it funny, Alfred?" "Um..I'll be right back-" Alfred stood from his seat and followed Arthur back.

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'Don't cry, ignore them' Arthur told himself as he stood from the mess. He had even caught the people that had walked in during his playing holding back laughter. He didn't know why everyone hated him,and no one would tell him why. He rushed to his dorm as fast as he could. Maybe no one liked him because he was usually mean. He fumbled around in his pocket for the key to his dorm. He found it and jammed it into the keyhole, turning it. He opened the door and slammed it, flopping onto his bed. "I should just skip class. It's the same thing every time... Constant teasing." He gazed at the ceiling of his dorm. Sighing, he stood up and changed out of his messy uniform. Arthur tried to scrub the remnants of the Italian dish of his clothes and then threw them into the washer. He changed into another pair of tan dress pants and a long sleeved white button down dress shirt, and slipped on his black uniform sweater best, the treble clef emblem looked nice to him. He took out his guitar and say on his bed, strumming a few chords. A major, A minor seven. E flat minor. D minor. He liked the sad sound minor chords always had, he always seemed sad,like the chords. He was so absorbed in his playing that he didn't hear the knock on his door. But when he did hear it, his muscles tended and he frowned. "If you're just hear to tease me, leave whoever you are. I don't need anyone to come and tell me how worthless I am. I hear it enough.". "Ah,uh, Artie?"-Artie? How absurd. But Arthur felt a bit happy, he'd never had a nickname that wasn't insulting or degrading. "This is Alfred. I wanted to see if you were okay." "Fine." Arthur sighed,strumming a G chord. "Great!" Alfred shouted,busting in to the small dorm and plopping down on the bed, next to Arthur. "You're a good guitarist, Artie." Arthur felt his cheeks grow warm "T-thank you." He kept his sharp green gaze on his acoustic. "Can I try?" Alfred looked at Arthur with puppy dog eyes and Arthur reluctantly handed it to him. And Alfred made a monstrosity of a sound, causing Arthur to jump and snatch his guitar back. "What the hell was that? It sounded like a dying animal!" "Hey, bro, I'm a theatre major. We don't play instruments!" Alfred raised his hands up.

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Hearing the sad guitar chords drifting from Arthur's room almost brought tears to Alfred's eyes. The chords sounded hollow and lonely and it occurred to him that Arthur must feel that way. Unloved.

"So Alfred,why are you here?" Alfred's gaze met with Arthur's and Alfred felt a chill go through him. And his stomach fluttered nervously "I wanted to see if you were okay..." Alfred's voice tapered off at the end and he quickly tore his eyes away from Arthur's, averting his gaze to somewhere else. The room had posters on the wall and in one corner had an electric guitar,that had the Union Jack on it. And there was a keyboard. "You play piano?" Alfred questioned, impressed. "Yeah." Arthur sighed, annoyed. "Alfred you don't have to hide your intentions. You probably want to find out a secret about me to spread around the school. No one would come just to make sure I'm fine." Alfred looked a bit hurt and confused. No one ever had consoled Arthur when he was bullied? "I honestly only came to make sure you were fine. I'll leave." Alfred replied quietly, staring at his shoes. When Alfred looked up, Arthur scowled a bit and nodded "Bye then." Arthur inwardly kicked himself, for feeling a bit sad that Alfred was leaving. "Bye." Alfred slipped out,leaving Arthur with his thoughts. This was why he had no friends, the English teen realised. He always pushed people away. Arthur's gaze drifted up to the clock and he gasped when he saw that his next class,Music Theory, started in less than five minutes. He jumped up, threw his shoes on and grabbed his bag, and ran out of his dorm.

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Arthur entered the room, panting and out of breath. He ignored all the laughter that erupted when he entered, looking frazzled. He quietly walked down the aisle, to his seat, situated at the back of the room. Matthew offered h a small, polite smile. Arthur waved to Alfred's brother and looked at the teacher, who rambled on about the history of music and composers. Arthur sighed, feeling glares shot at him. He was hated. The only people that actually had associated with him in a not as hateful manner had been Matthew, Alfred and that trio with the Spanish, Prussian and French Frog kid. He huffed.

Arthur was more than thankful when that class ended. Now was the free time. The students all had an hour and a half break to practice whatever things that needed practicing for their major. Arthur veered down a scarcely populated hallway, turning on to a long,narrow corridor and then turning onto the Music Hall. His own shortcut. As Arthur got closer, he could hear a jumble of instruments being played. He opened the door to the music room and was approached by Matthew. "Hey, Arthur. I was thinking about me and you and a few others forming a band." Arthur smiled lightly. "Sounds like a good idea, Matthew. We can talk about it later, though." Arthur walked over to the piano and sat down at the chair. He took a breath and placed his fingers in the ivory keys. He began playing "Invention No. 13" by Bach,one of his favourite composers. His finger graced over the keys, hitting the A and moving down an octave to play another A then A flat with his left hand, whilst his right hand played an E then A then C and B and back to E, continuing on to play another B.(*)

He felt happy playing this song, and hadn't noticed that Alfred had slipped into the Music Hall to drop something off to his brother. When Arthur finished, he exhaled and slumped down. "Wow, Artie! You're an amazin' pianist too!" "Go away, please." Arthur snapped, feeling his face grow hot. "Theatre students aren't allowed here! Go practice a play or something that doesn't involve you-" he pointed at Alfred "-associating with me." Alfred grinned,bent down, and slung his arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Aw, c'mon!" Alfred smirked, using his free hand to clear his light brown hair from his eyes. "No means no, you git!" Arthur practically screeched, getting up from the piano, and starting to walk away. "Nooo!" Alfred followed him. Arthur disappeared into one of the instrument storage cabinets and pulled out his electric guitar and Matt's violin. "Here." He shoved the violin and bow at Alfred "Shut the hell up and play this. Don't interrupt me." "But Artie!" "It's Arthur." "Artie,I can't play violin!" "Then learn!" Arthur snapped, plugging up his guitar to an amp. He strummed a quick chord to check the volume and began playing something. Alfred didn't know what it was, but he liked it. And Alfred had realised that he liked Arthur too.

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Hey guys! I finished this chapter. I've been wanting to post this for a while, but couldn't figure out how to end this chapter. Everything else is figured out, though.

(*) I'm a music student, and I play piano and bass clarinet, so that's why I kinda got carried away writing what notes Iggy played in the beginning of Invention no. 13. Since I like to play it on piano myself. If you have never heard Invention No 13, listen to it! It's a nice piano song :3