HUMANAVILLE
4:26PM; WEDNESDAY
HUMANAVILLE HIGH SCHOOL (AFTER HOURS)

"♫Nah to the Ah to the No, No, No

I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable

I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable

I'm feeling untouchable, untouchable

I'm feeling...♫"

"Oooook! That was great, Cuddle Bug! Would you care to tell us who composed it?" Miss Clever Trust interrupted.

Cuddle Bug in a cheerful tone, "Meghan Trainor!"

Miss Clever Trust with a blank expression, "... Next time, we'll just have 'Her' sing it.."

Awkwardness dwelled in this choir class of fifteen students, while some other delinquent students barked out with giggles. Every first of the month, Miss Clever Trust has us compose or sing a cover song of our choice as a part of the class curriculum. For this reason, I always hid my gem necklace in my locker whenever I come here, because the last thing I want to do is put everyone in mind derp for eternity. Creepy.

Miss Clever Trust in a cheerful tone, "Alright, well who's next on the line to sing a song?" She walked towards her music stand to obtain her single paper list of students' names that are in alphabetical order, she skimmed through it, she murmured in a low voice, leering over to Daisy's direction with exasperation, "Oh great... Daisy is next.." with heavy sigh. Daisy smiled brightly in excitement and couldn't wait to sing the song that she had composed by the mention of her name, but Miss Clever Trust waved her off, "Sit down. I wasn't calling you..."

Daisy frowned, "But miss I heard you called..."

Miss Clever Trust intercepted, "Oh c'mon, I didn't mean you..." Daisy blushed in humiliation, and sat back down on her seat.

Three months of me being in this class, it's safe to say that Miss Clever Trust is a bitch. At least Cuddle Bug doesn't think so. I've heard students who studied under her, became famous pop singers which I find it hard to believe. There's no denying that her style of teaching is so rancid. Adagio would've scolded her right from the get-go. It reminded me of my newly beginnings of my vocal training with my sisters:

890,000 years ago in Equestria

The four of us young sirens gathered around the coral reefs under the sea of Equestria. Adagio had very strict rules when it's time for vocal practicing. She even made sure our stances are accurate so the accent of our harmonizing sounds would sound perfectly tuned. Adagio being the oldest, the strongest, and the critical thinker of us all, it was natural for her to lead us.

♫ Ways of devotion turn to obsession open your eyes ♫

Adagio halted us, "No, no girls.. The pitch changes as soon as you get to the middle of that part, like this:
♫ Ways of devotion turn to obsession ♫ got it girls? As soon as the word 'obsession' comes, the pitch change occurs at --ssionnnn.. Obsessionnn." Adagio glared at Sonata, "Especially you Sonata Dusk, you're really jagging my nerves..."

Sonata with her sly smile, "Oh.. Sorry Dagi.."

"Don't call me that."

"Oops.. I mean, sister Adagio."

Adagio inhaled briefly, "Ok girls, from the top!"

We forged on with our vocal practice over and over until we were perfect, when I say perfect, I mean Adagio-perfect. I made sure every note I hit was in range, because the last thing I want to happen, is have my ear bitten off by Adagio.

"NOO!!"

We all paused to Adagio's grinding halt. She eyeballed at me and approached close.

*Slap*

She swayed her hoof across my muzzle which made me yelp.

Adagio with infuriation, "Hit that note one more time, I swear, it will be more than just a slap, got it?!"

I sniffled, "Ye...Yes sister Adagio Dazzle..."

Adagio's expression of infuriation turned into a smirk, "Good."

Adagio turned to Aria with a sullen expression as she heard her chuckle, "Aria, you're not perfect either. Keep this up and you'll be next." Aria disdainfully groaned and looked away.

Adagio observed us all and initiated an announcement, "Do not forget who you are. Singing is your main weapon. Without it, you are useless. Your ways to survive is feeding off negative energy. The gem ingrained on your chests are your main source of your power. So you sing. You sing until your power is absolute. You possess, you control, and soon you will rule all of Equestria." Adagio approached Sonata and held her chin groove up, "Am I clear?"

"Yes"

"Good."

"Is this your plan, sister Adagio? To sing?" Aria questioned.

Adagio turned to Aria with an intimidating look. Her gawk made Aria wish that she had never questioned. She gulped her saliva.

"You will soon see."

Sonata and I knew better that it was not in our place to question Adagio, nor were we allowed to share our conception of her plan. It was her plan or nothing at all.

"Clair De Lune!" I snapped back to reality by the calling of my name. I glanced at Miss Clever Trust. "Clair De lune... Well, I hope your singing can live up to the standards of your own name." She chuckled, "I'm kiddin' hun... But really..."

I knew she was going to say something fresh, I did nothing, but rolled my eyes. I held my guitar case up, then positioned it on my desk. I unlatched the case to unveil my acoustic guitar. One student prompted with words in a loud tone, "Oh hey! I can play guitar too! I know how to jam and finger 'A' Minor!" The small crowd barked out of dull laughter. I ignored the jerk, carried on to sit on a high stool in front of the class, ready to sing one of my favorite song composed by The Beatles: Blackbird.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGu2XIyvJqA&feature=youtu.be

A moment of silence filled the air, I was worried that my singing may have transmitted an enchanting spell in their minds. I stepped down from the high stool, then advanced towards my seat, unintentionally tripping over someone's foot in the process. I fell down on prone position causing the guitar strap to detach from my shoulder. My guitar fell over on an edge of another student's desk. I perked up then hastily inspected my guitar, a sizable crack is noticeable across the base. Half of the students in the class laughed hysterically. I glanced back at my teacher to observe her reaction, she was biting her bottom lip to restrain from laughing. A poor example of a music teacher she is, she's such a vulgar person. Cuddle Bug approached me with arm in arm. She helped me carry my guitar, and sulked towards the exit of the choir class room.

HUMANAVILLE
6:03PM; SAME DAY
MY APARTMENT

While Cuddle Bug is playing a game of Marvel vs. Ponies in the living room, I sat at my dining table with legs crossed where my acoustic guitar is laid. I sigh every time I look at it. How could I be so careless? It's a hand-made acoustic guitar given to me as a gift, knowing that I can never get it repaired, brings me down in the dumps.

Cuddle Bug initiated the conversation, "Could you not be butt-hurt with what happened today and just come over here and play with me, you're no fun when you're like this."

I sighed, "You're not helping..."

"Clair, you can just buy another guitar, what's the big deal?"

"I just can't buy any guitar, CB, this guitar was actually custom-made."

"Well... Ohhh, I got an idea! How about we make one!"

I swung around to face Cuddle Bug with a sarcastic smile, "I wonder what goes through your head sometimes."

"YOU WIN!"

"Yes! Did you see that?! I beat the boss, I beat Sombra, did you see that?!" As Cuddle Bug ascended from the living room couch, pointing at the TV screen.

I shook my head and smiled. There were times our conversations like this never made sense, but there was no harm in it, it was actually comforting and therapeutic. "Yeah." I said in a standard tone, "I'm going to take a walk outside for a bit."

Cuddle Bug paused her game, "Want me to come with you?"

"Nah, Moon Dancer is coming over. So be here when she gets here."

"Alright." Cuddle Bug resumed playing her game.

I grabbed my hooded coat from my coat hanger, slipped on my flip flops and left.

HUMANAVILLE
7:35PM; SAME EVENING
SUGAR CUBE CORNER

After a quick walk, I made an unplanned stroll to Sugar Cube Corner. I texted Cuddle Bug if she and Moon Dancer wanted anything from the bakery. Moon Dancer didn't care, but Cuddle Bug craved for a strawberry cake, as expected from Cuddle Bug. She owes me so much it's not even funny. As I made my entrance to this lowly-populated bakery, an immediate scent of freshly baked pastries dispersed through my sinuses. It was heavenly. I approached behind the pastry glass to examine the delicious baked goods. The lady at the front desk offered her assistance, "Hi there, how may I help you?"

"Yes, I would like to order three of your croissants and a strawberry cake please."

"Sure, coming right up."

The lady began unfolding the cake box container, and pulled a medium-size brown white paper bag for the croissants.

As I waited, there were two girls sitting at a booth by the window, whispering loudly, vaguely enough for me to understand. One girl had highlights of yellow and red, resembling a bacon, and the other one had a long pink and purple hair, and had a purple complexion. I slyly leered over to their direction and quickly turned back the opposite way hoping they didn't notice. But they did. In my peripheral vision, both of the girls stood up and walked towards me. The girl with a long pink and purple hair initiated with words, "You're one of the sirens, aren't you." She folded her arms, "I know what that gem can do to people, don't think you can get away with it."

I startled in words, "I... How do you know about my gem?"

The girl with bacon hair replied in a strong tone, "We know all about your curse... Who are you?"

I took a couple of steps back, as they got closer to my boundary. I held my gem around my neck to protect it, "I am... I'm just a normal girl who came in here to buy baked goods for me and my friends, that's all..."

"Cut the shit, we're not stupid, ya know... ... WHO ARE YOU!?"

I fear these girls are trying to stir trouble in this bakery for my gem, I couldn't step back anymore, I was trapped and helpless.

"Sunset!, Twilight!" The lady at the front desk yelled, "Leave her be, she is my customer!"

Sunset and Twilight took a couple of steps back to give me space for the sake of the lady's words.

"I'm sorry honey, here you go, that'll be twenty-three dollars and sixty cents." The lady prompted at the cashier screen while placing a large bag filled with a boxed cake and croissants on top of the front desk. I unzipped my purse, unveiling my debit card to hand over to the lady. On the other hand, Twilight and Sunset remain with their furious expression. How do they both know that I'm one of the sirens? Too much is changing. First my questionable shimmering gem, bumping onto someone who may know my sisters, and two random girls ruminating about my past. Perhaps taking a quick walk was a bad idea, I should've just stayed home.

"Thank You!" The lady ripped out the receipt that fed through the printer, then handed me both my debit card and receipt. I grab a hold of the medium-sized bag, I walked with slight apprehension as they both watched me walk towards the exit. Twilight in a standardized tone, "We're not really bad people, ya know... We should get together sometime."

Before I made my exit, I glanced at them with a low voice, "... You don't even know me."

"Yeah.. I don't think that's a good idea, Twilight." Sunset with a keen response.

"No, I mean it. She doesn't seem like the other sirens we defeated in the battle of the bands." She turned to Sunset, "Maybe she's the nice one.."

As I was about to exit, I couldn't help but overhear about the mentioning of the sirens being defeated in the battle of the bands, "Wait. What are you talking about?"

Twilight with an innocent smile, "Like I said, we can talk more if we meet up here again tomorrow, same time."

"How could I trust you?.."

"What have you got to lose?"

I paused to think, ".. .. .. I gotta go, my friends are waiting for the cake." I finally exited through the chimed door of the bakery.

I huffed and puffed running through the back roads and taking a couple of short cut turns, wishing that I should've brought my bike in this brief moment. Spoiling the cake, warm croissants being smooshed altogether are the least of my worries. I just wanted to go home.

Author's Notes:

Thanks for supporting my story. I plan on finishing it, and it's going to be a wonderful, long story. Stay tuned for more chapters.