In Delevingne High, music was essential, they had to be able to play an instrument and sing.

Alice was sat at a desk in which the teacher said was free and she messed with a pen, wishing and praying for the day to hurry along.

Hearing a screech of a chair against floor next to her, she looked up and saw M.C. and three other turtles sat down.

"Hey Alice." He grinned and the other boys looked at them.

Alice glared, "oh great." She said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

M.C. grinned and gestured to the other turtles, "this, Ghost, Rebel and-"

"Swift." Alice finished.

Swift smirked, "hey beautiful."

Alice ignored him and focused on the lesson.

"Your girl is uptight." Said Rebel to M.C.

Alice glared, pissed off.

There was a knock on the door and a man walked in.

"There's a parcel for a, Alice Kendly?"

Alice looked up and saw the parcel. It was red, green, blue and pink.

What gave her the feeling the red wasn't paint?

Alice made her presence known, "me."

The man gave it her and he left as she unwrapped it.

She saw that the note reading 'planning an escape will write ~ J'. Alice grinned and saw her knife, that had the effect of multicoloured.

Still grinning she hid it down her bra as lesson started.

The teacher stood up, she was ugly women, with brown hair slicked up into a big over done bun, a long wrinkly face with a stern look and tiny beady eyes that glared at the glass. She stood tall as thin and boney as a stick and wore a spotted brown dress showing her sagging breasts.

"Alright, class," she said in a sickly sweet voice that yet sounded posh, well overly posh.

"We will be singing the very first songs you've ever made. Obviously most have forgotten so this will take a few lessons to prepare, to remember the lyrics and tunes." She said.

Alice looked at M.C.

"Who the fuck is this bitch?" She asked, jabbing her thumb in her direction.

"Mrs. Yondler." He replied, annoyed.

"Crazy." Was her response.

"Get to work!" She screamed.

She watched as M.C. And the other turtles got into a group.

She watched as other got into groups or went off by themselves and then she raised her hand.

"Yes Kendly?" Asked the sickly thin teacher.

"You mean the songs how we got here?" She asked.

The teacher sighed, "yes Kendly." Then went back to her work.

Alice sat there thinking, 'how the fuck did I get into this school?!'

She watched the others as they planned, they started to sing, rap and play on instruments. Jealousy ran through her, realising her voice wasn't good and the instrument she could play was a guitar yet she wasn't that good, then there where these fuckers singing and playing as if it they where born with it and stood tall and proud.

Not knowing what to do she brought out her phone and put in her headphones. A song she loved came on. It was the first her and the squad ever made.

She listened.
'Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!'

'No no no no no no (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)'

She smiled at the familiarity of the voices.

'A loser hides behind a mask of my disguise,
And who I am today is worse than other times,
You don't know what I've done, I'm wanted and on the run.
I'm wanted and on the run.
So I'm taking this moment to live in the future.' She tapped the desk to the beat of the music a small smile placed itself upon her pale features.

The song that got her here..... it was Heathens.

'I only got here after the day I sang heathens... someone sent it to them and they tracked me down.... it's heathens....'