The next few days were pretty calm. The kids were assimilating rapidly. I wasn't long before everybody was part of a clique.

Vinyl and Octavia still couldn't stand each other. Every time one of them tried to warm up to the other, they got shot down. They constantly made vitriolic remarks towards each other.

Music theory had been rather boring for both ponies. Octavia was already well-versed in the subject, as her cello instructor had made her take classes on it. Vinyl had no interest in it at all. Knowing the names of scale degrees and looking for chord structures would not help her become a world famous DJ.

'Ugh, get me out of here!' Octavia and Vinyl thought simultaneously. They were sitting on opposite sides of the room, of course, both trying desperately to stay awake.

"Now class, can anyone tell me what the tritone is?" the gray-haired teacher asked. She pointed at Vinyl. "What about you, dear?"

"If it doesn't involve bass, then I don't care," Vinyl replied passively.

The teacher scowled. "How rude! You signed up for this class to learn music theory."

Vinyl rolled her eyes. "No, I didn't. I signed up for this class because it was the only one left. Frankly, I don't give a damn about music theory. Most of the people in this room probably agree with me."

The other members of the class cheered in agreement. Octavia even nodded and cracked a smile.

"Young lady, I assure you that there are ponies who-," the teacher began.

"No, there aren't! Your class is bad, and you should feel bad." Octavia argued.

"How dare you! Phil and Monica are going to hear about this!" the teacher declared before storming out of the room.

"Thank Celestia that torture is over. Well, I'm bailing." Vinyl announced. Most of the class followed her out of the room.

The following evening start out typically. The mares and colts divided into their little groups and began to munch on dinner. There, the gossip began to fly.

"So Octavia, we heard that you made the music theory teacher cry," Crescendo stated.

"No, that's not true at all! That Scratch girl was the one who started it. I may have had a comment or two, but that's it." Octavia partially lied.

"Oh Octavia, how unsophisticated of you! Why would you ever get involved with the affairs of that unicorn? That's no way to get into a good music school." Fermata added, flipping her mane pretentiously.

"Hey, she's not awful all the time!" Octavia stated. Honestly, she was proud of Vinyl for what she had done. Besides, she saw no need to be fancy all the time. Still, she felt guilty about the entire thing. "I don't know what I was thinking."

On the other side of the cafeteria, Vinyl and her friends were conversing over dinner. "So Vinyl, we heard about your little spat today," Axel said.

"Really? Does everyone around here know about it?" Vinyl asked.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't be ashamed. What you did sounds totally epic." Steamy commented.

"It was pretty cool," Vinyl grinned.

A voice came on over the loudspeaker. "Would Octavia and Vinyl Scratch please report to the podium? Thank you."

Feelings of guilt began to consume the ponies' bodies. They slowly got up and began their walks of shame to the wooden box. The room became dead silent, and all eyes were glued on the two mares.

"Everypony, please go back to talking amongst yourselves. This does not concern you." Monica ordered. She turned to the mares. "Now, do you know why I called you up here?"

"To reward us for being good campers?" Vinyl said, laughing nervously.

"Quite the contrary. Your music theory teacher quit her job today. Would either of you have any idea why?" Monica inquired.

"Uh, she got sick?" Octavia replied sheepishly.

"Well, sort of. She got tired of always being mocked. Kids were always talking about how much they dislike her class. It's been going on for a long time. But do you know what made her reach a breaking point?" she pointed to Vinyl. "You, Vinyl Scratch. What you said to her was incredibly disrespectful. This act is inexcusable, and I have no choice but to give you meal detention."

"That's not fair! I wasn't the only one involved in this." Vinyl argued.

"Well, that's why we brought Octavia up here to," Monica turned to the gray earth pony. "Did you have anything to do with this mess, honestly?"

A devious smirk grew on Octavia's face. "No Monica, I wasn't involved in any way! I swear on my mother's life."

"That's all the proof that I need. Octavia, you're free to go. Vinyl, I'll see you up here for breakfast tomorrow." Monica said.

"She's lying," Vinyl muttered.

"Pardon?" Monica asked.

"She's lying!" Vinyl yelled. She picked up some yogurt from a nearby tray and dumped in Octavia's head. "That's what you deserve!"

"Ugh, I can't believe you!" Octavia reacted. "We're you raised by wolves?"

"Oh, I'm sorry that we can't all have rich daddies to give us manners lessons!" Vinyl retorted.

"Okay, that's it," Octavia grabbed mashed potatoes and smeared them onto Vinyl's face. The two mares began swinging at each other violently, using any food that they could get their hooves on as weapons.

"Food fight!" someone screamed. Those two words called all Hell to break loose. Globs of mashed potatoes, yogurt, and ice cream flew through the air. Tables were flipped to their sides and used as shields.

"Fillies and gentlecolts, stop that this instant!" Phil commanded. The campers ignored his plea, becoming more furious.

Food started to coat the place. It stuck to every nook and cranny of the room, even the ceiling. Everypony was covered with it, making them look like they were wearing clothing made of the slippery substances.

"Vinyl, get away from me!" Octavia growled.

"Not until you admit what you did!" Vinyl said through gritted teeth.

Octavia groaned. "I shouldn't be blamed for this! I'm not the one who started it."

"But you can't let this all fall on me! You had something to do with it!" Vinyl shouted.

"ENOUGH!" Monica screamed. "Octavia, is that true? Did you actually have something to do with the teacher thing?"

"Yes," Octavia answered, bowing her head in shame.

"I am thoroughly disappointed in both of you. I have no choice but to confine the two of you to your cabin for the next five days." Monica ordered.

A look of devastation appeared on the ponies' faces. They didn't dare try to argue because they knew that would only make things worse. The slowly left the mess hall without looking at anyone or saying a word.