Snippet #1691878

Aaron yawned, almost falling asleep in his parent's car. He felt the car suddenly stop and opened his eyes quickly, sitting up and acting as if he had been like that the whole time. He sighed, hearing the beginning of his father's 'be good in school, we paid good money' speech. "Now, Aaron, don't you dare get a B. I'll make sure that the moment you do you get kicked out of this school. Remember, you are in this school to improve your ability as a singer so that you can make money when you go out into the real world. Now, get out of this car and get settled down to begin studying." Aaron rolled his eyes while picking up the cage that held his four parakeets, who were chattering away while one was singing one of the songs he had written and sung to them. He stepped out of the car and pulled a small black cloth backpack from the back of the car, closing the trunk just as his father started driving away. He sighed and walked into the gates of the school, having only his backpack that held his song writing supplies and the cage of parakeets. He would buy the rest of the things later, whenever he had the time. He yawned as he pulled a map from his pocket, studying it and then walking through the halls. He came upon a few other kids who were looking at maps. He sighed and forgot about them as all of his parakeets started singing the one song they knew in common, singing in different cords but in sync. It sounded beautiful, so much that he had to sigh out of content. He sat down on a bench, staring at the confusing map.