Why are you grouped with these people again? Oh yeah.

You’re stuck in a room with crazy people, the choir members.

Ocean, the most successful and egotistical girl in town, Constance, the nicest girl in town, Mischa, the angriest boy in town, Noel, the most romantic boy in town, and Ricky, the most imaginative boy in town.

You were apparently the most “trustful” in town, winning that title on multiple occasions.

You thought choir was gonna be a safe haven for a group to sing in harmony, but you could not have been more wrong.

This place was an inferno. It honestly felt pretty suffocating and in your opinion, all of your choir members seriously need a therapist.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the daily arguments begin.

You gaze over at Ocean and Noel, who were engaged in a heated debate about if rappers count as singers.

“Shut up, Noel!” Ocean exclaimed annoyed. Her and Noel were arguing, again.

Constance sighed, looking up from her graphic novel. She was reading a casual book, deciding to not intervene this time.

Mischa, the angry Ukrainian boy— was standing across from you, scrolling aggressively on his phone. He seemed pissed off as usual.

Ricky was drawing on a random paper, either jotting down ideas or just making doodles.