At four thirty sharp every Wednesday there were music lessons at Monster High. A gaunt,lanky man with wrinkled flesh guarded the music room, which was the schools bite-ology lab during the day.His hand curled tightly on the brass door knob.Waiting in line patiently was a small group of unsuspecting students. Their faces always filled with optimism. Mr. Phantom was known for grinding the spirit out of newcomers. Learning an instrument wasn't something to take lightly. He had spent literal centuries perfecting his craft. He wasn't going to let a group of teenagers bring their new ways into his sacred domain.Most that a student had ever lasted was a week before they dropped out, most never made it past the first half-hour.That was except for his daughter, Operetta. She wasn't the easiest of people to get along with, but she knew a thing or two about music. Though she never lent her skills in tutoring other students. The lesson often dragged on for her, the screeching of instruments lasted an eternity.
In the car he tried to ask her about her day, but she always said the same. "It's boring,"
Operetta usually retreated to her bedroom almost immediately, avoiding all potential further prodding from her dad. She spent a lot of her time playing guitar, writing and listening to old music. Her father often wondered if she liked being alone, or if it was just an excuse not to open up.
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Heyyyy how was music class, drag on as usual?
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Her phone lit up for the first time in hours. It was one of the only people she tolerated, Scarah, she was the only monster at school who she seemed to relate to. Scarah was avoided by almost everyone due to her odd gift, reading minds. The only monsters immune were other ghosts species, like phantoms or Banshee's. She had been to telepathy camp last summer and earned a certificate that her parents hung on their fridge. She spent the two weeks after non stop bragging about it to Operetta and other ghosts that were too nice to tell her to go away, of course she knew that though.
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Scarah
(Operetta)
It wasn't too bad, thankfully not a lot of people showed up
(Scarah)
What about your new boyfriend, thought he'd wanna meet Ur dad alread
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A few days prior a new guy had transferred over from a reform school. Apparently he had been known for being a trouble causer, the school had enough of him. He didn't apply himself to any subject and it seemed that Headmistress Bloodgood had promised to whip him into shape for the sake of his parents. Unfortunately for her Mr. Rotter had sat him at the back of class, next to her. The only other students sat with them were three whispering felines.
"Aw look ghouls, Operetta's finally got a boyfriend," Toralei snickered. "Good for you,"
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Scarah
(Operetta)
Shut up
(Scarah)
He's kinda cute
(Operetta)
He smells like cigarettes
(Scarah)
Sounds hot
(Operetta)
Trust me if you sat next to him you wouldn't be saying that
(Scarah)
He's so tall, I bet he's at least 6'1
(Operetta)
Well why don't you ask him out if you think he's so hot???
(Scarah)
Oh god no I couldn't deal with a guy like that. I'd end up pulling my hair out.
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"Operetta tea is ready, please come down," Her father beckoned from the bottom of the stairs.
The two sat at opposite ends of the table. They silently spooned at the gumbo in their bowls. Operetta seemed to be incredibly distracted. The phantom loudly sighed trying to grab her attention. Though she continued to stare in the bowl.
"Did you speak to Mr. Rotter about a tutor," His voice was pointed but concerned. "Don't tell me you've forgotten again?"
She rolled her eyes and dropped her spoon with a clang. "Daddy look I told you I was gonna try an' talk to Ghoulia about it, I haven't had the chance yet,"
"Don't you actually care about your future?" He added.
"Are you seriously doing this right now?" She rose from her chair, hands firmly planted on the table.
He seemed agitated by her attitude. "I give you every thing, I buy you all those vulgur "rock and roll" records, for heavens sake I let you get a tattoo! All to make you happy! And yet you can't do the simple task of trying to get good grades!"
She seemed to be silenced for once in her life. If she had blood in her veins it would be boiling. She was purely seething from head to toe. His eyes flashed with realization at what he had done. He tried to backtrack but she had already stormed to her bedroom, leaving her bowl of food to go cold.
What did she do that was so disappointing in his eyes? Sure she wasn't a straight A student but she wasn't being shipped off to reform school. She wasn't getting arrested?
She threw herself onto her queen sized bed and buried her head into a pillow. She let out a muffled shriek of frustration, her voice was piercing and shrill. Operetta glanced over at her phone, she had a missed call from Scarah and a few messages but she was too riled up to answer.
The next morning she was out of the door before he had the chance to speak to her. She usually got a ride to school but today she figured it would be better to walk. Operetta wasn't the type to forgive and forget immediately, especially without an apology. She rummaged around her locker looking for her English literature text book, though with all the things she crammed in there it wasn't easy to find.
"Hey girly-pop," Scarah hummed leaning next to her. She paused slightly. "What's the matter, love?"
Operetta angrily threw a random textbook into the bottom of her locker. "It's mah dad, he's being a prick like always,"
"About your grades? I told you I can help you cheat," She smirked cuffing her mouth slightly.
"Thanks but the last thing I need is another detention with Mr.Hack," Operetta groaned recalling the multiple times she'd been there before.
"Well I bet you'll feel better seeing your boyfriend in class today," Scarah teased poking Operetta's purple cheek.
"Please, that might be what pushes me over my limit for today," She growled.
