I own nothing! I don't own The Phantom of the Opera or any of the Characters therein!

BTW, I will be putting each chapter title in the form of a musical song's title. If you can name me the artist of the song (which I have kept records of for each and every one), then you will get kudos on the next updates.


Sarah went into her room, her Ipod touch playing The Phantom of the Opera simply because she was in a mood to recreate some of the Phantom's antics upon some of her own schoolmates. It didn't even take long for her to quickly become a modern Phantasma of the Opera, or at least it wouldn't if she fully decided to go through with her idea.

She hid out in her room, writing down another locker combination she had discovered that day of an enemy of hers in school. It didn't take long to get a picture of the girl's boyfriend off of Facebook at all, and she was glad that she would be able to find him quickly. This was, after all, the fifteenth person that she'd done this for this school year.

"Sarah, can you come take out the trash, please? And when you're done with that, it's your turn to unload the dishwasher!" her mother called out, and Sarah let out a huff.

"I did it yesterday, mom! It's Joe's turn!" she called back down. "And besides, I'm busy doing Arkansas History Homework!"

"No, it's your turn!" her mother insisted, and Sarah huffed as she stormed downstairs to find her brothers grinning madly.

"What's the matter, Princess? You're just mad cause it only feels like you do it every day," Sam sneered at her.

"That's because I do unload the dishwasher everyday! I don't see you doing any chores around the house!" she retorted.

"That's because you never do anything but hide out in your bedroom whenever you're not doing chores," he shot back, and she opened her mouth to protest. "You don't go out on dates like we do, you don't participate in the community like we do, and you don't even have as good of grades as we did when we were your age!"

"I'm twelve, and therefore not allowed to go on dates! And besides that, I'm a seventh grader, while you're an idiot sixteen-year old who doesn't do anything in the community, the dates you two go on are just girls from school that you go out with so that all four of you can just say that you went out with someone to get away from something in the home, and my grades are worse than yours because unlike you I have a life!"

"Full of what, Video games?" he retorted.

"No, musicals!" she shot back. "I've been in the community more than you have! Who was it that was in the one-act plays the local college put on? Who's the one who volunteered for five years in the public library before they were forced to move out of their beloved town? Who was the one that worked jobs under the table a lot longer than their siblings? Oh wait, that was all ME!"

"Enough!" their mother snapped, and Sarah cringed with tears in her eyes.

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed at her mother, who took a step back in shock and horror at her child's outburst. "YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME! I'VE DONE THE DISHES EVERY DAY FOR YEARS, AND DO YOU EVER GIVE ME ANY CREDIT? NO! I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU WOULD JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR MESSED UP LIVES! I'M SO TIRED OF DOING THE CHORES THAT I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO COME INTO THE KITCHEN FOR ANYTHING EXCEPT TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT OR DRINK!"

The trio stared after Sarah as she stormed off and slammed her door closed. Sarah ignored the others as she went about her business, and finally decided to not to go through with something that had been plaguing her for months. After all, even though nobody would have cared if she committed suicide, she would know and had known a few friends of hers that had commit suicide.

Without another word, Sarah silently put on the body restraints to hide her small chest, immediately putting on a full-face black mask afterwards, and then donning pure black clothes. She had easily gone and sorted through the major fifteen enemies and planned to strike their lockers tonight. She slunk through, hiding throughout the area with the folded index cards with a special spidery handwriting, one that she had been secretly perfecting for years while imitating the Phantom of the Opera.

"Take this," she murmured, leaving a threatening note in the locker of the first girl.

She smiled as she began humming the tunes to the Phantom of the Opera softly, knowing that only a fool would mess with the infamous opera ghost. She had fallen in love with the Phantom of the Opera when she had first heard it in fifth grade on Broadway recording, and had secretly become more and more like the phantom ever since then.

She didn't even need to work on her Punjab Lasso – she had that down to an art, one that she could make in ten seconds flat. She was already a recluse as of the point that she was going into the fifth grade, constant bullying throughout the third and fourth grades had done that for her to top off the bullying she received from her brothers. She was proud of herself and prided herself in her singing voice, both a very low baritone and a high soprano whenever she wanted to. She had inadvertently been working on the latter for years since she knew even as a small girl that she wanted to be a famous singer when she grew up.

By the time she finished going through with her plan, she was ready to go back to her home and strike at the final duo. After all, it just wasn't fair to leave her brothers out of the picture. But the difference was that they would know it was her, so she had plotted and instead left the notes in the form of destroyed items in their rooms, items that they didn't think she knew about. She also struck items of great importance to them, sick of the way she was being treated like garbage.

"Maybe now I can get some respect around here," she murmured as she quickly changed into her pajamas and put the black clothes and body restraints away, tucked in a secret drawer in her desk that she had created.


Kudos to anyone that can tell me what musical artists did the title.