Music spelled Hue

Stellar International School is one of the most respected and well-known schools in the country. It has a reputation for excellence and for producing students who go on to achieve great things. Many of its graduates become doctors, lawyers, artists, entrepreneurs, and leaders in their chosen fields. Families across the country dream of having their children study here because the school is known not just for its high academic standards, but also for its dedication to helping students grow as individuals. The school was massive, with tall buildings that looked modern and elegant. The classrooms were big and bright, filled with comfortable chairs, wide desks, and the latest technology to help students learn better. The library was huge, filled with books from floor to ceiling. There were science and computer labs with advanced equipment, art rooms with colorful displays, and even a music hall for performances. Outside, the school had a wide sports field, a gymnasium, and a swimming pool, giving students plenty of space to stay active. The gardens and open spaces were well-kept, filled with green trees and flowers that made the school feel welcoming. And in this school were three students who stood out among everyone else. They were known as The Tria Stella—Latin for ‘Three Stars.’ Their names were Maeve, Violet, and Henry.” Maeve came from a well-known family. Her mother, Vivienne Lim, was a famous actress admired nationwide for her beauty and elegance, while her father, Rodolfo Francisco Lim, was a successful businessman whose influence reached far beyond the country. But Maeve’s popularity wasn’t just because of her family’s status. She was incredibly smart, talented, and beautiful in her own right. She was the student council president, a skilled musician, a graceful dancer, an excellent athlete, and an outstanding singer. She was good at almost everything—people sometimes joked that she was a “perfect girl.” She had always ranked first in the entire school, never losing her top spot. Physically, Maeve stood out even more. She had fair, flawless skin and long, dark, wavy hair that framed her face like something out of a painting. She was tall and elegant, with a warm smile and a face so perfectly symmetrical it could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her personality was ambiverted—balanced between social and reserved—able to adapt to any situation with ease. Violet was the bubbly, extroverted, and energetic one in the group. She was biracial, with long blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and a tall, graceful figure. Even with her beauty, when she stood beside Maeve, people still couldn’t help but notice Maeve first. Violet was a member of the cheerleading club, loved ballet, and could play several instruments. However, she wasn’t great at sports and couldn’t sing to save her life. Still, she was brilliant—ranked sixth in the entire school. Henry, on the other hand, was the loudest of the group and the biggest joker. He loved to make people laugh, sometimes at inappropriate moments, but he never failed to lift everyone’s mood. His relaxed, laid-back personality made him seem like he didn’t care much about schoolwork—but in reality, he wasn’t as clueless as people thought. His problem wasn’t intelligence, it was effort; Henry simply preferred to take things slow. He had a shadow perm hairstyle, his skin was sun-kissed from spending a lot of time outdoors, and he often wore an easygoing grin. “Maeve, Violet! We’re being called to Mr. Villanueva’s faculty room,” Henry said as he poked his head through the doorway of their classroom. He was still in his basketball jersey, sweat dripping down his forehead after practice. “Oh my gosh, Henry looks so cool in his jersey!” one whispered loudly, almost bouncing in her seat. “Look at him, he’s even sweating. That means he just finished practice, right?” another added, clasping her hands together. “Kyaaah, he waved at us earlier too!” a third girl said, fanning herself dramatically. Their voices filled the room like a chorus, and the whole class turned to look at them. “Ugh, can you girls quiet down? You’re so loud,” one of the boys groaned from the back. “Seriously, it’s just Henry. Calm down already,” another muttered while covering his ears. “Geez, you’re gonna break our eardrums,” a third boy complained, leaning back on his chair. The girls only giggled more at their protests, ignoring the annoyed looks from the others. Maeve, who was sitting neatly in the second row, looked up from the book she was reading. She glanced at Henry, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Did he say what it’s all about?” she asked. “Nope! No idea,” Henry replied casually. He then turned toward Violet, who was sitting a row behind Maeve. She was busy applying powder to her face with a small mirror in her hand. “Hey, stop that already. You look like a clown with all that thick makeup,” Henry teased, grinning at her. Violet froze, then gave him a sharp glare. Without hesitation, she grabbed a crumpled piece of paper from her desk and threw it straight at him. “How about you mind your own business?!” she snapped. Henry laughed and raised his hands in surrender, but Maeve ignored their bickering. She stood up, fixing the pleats of her skirt before turning to Violet. “Let’s go, V.” Violet blinked up at her, holding her lipstick in hand. “Huh? Do we really have to go right now?” she asked, first looking at Maeve, then at Henry. “He didn’t say anything specific,” Henry said with a shrug, leaning against the doorframe. “But I’m curious why he called us,” Maeve admitted. Violet let out a small sigh, then smiled mischievously at Maeve. “Alright, fine. Just let me put on some lipstick.” She puckered her lips and carefully applied the shade, then gave a satisfied nod. “Aaand… there we go! Done!” she said cheerfully. In one graceful motion, Violet stood up and linked arms with Maeve, holding her tightly as though she owned her. “Let’s gooo!” Violet sang happily, tugging Maeve forward. The two girls walked past Henry, who quickly tried to reach for Maeve’s other arm. But before he could, Violet pulled Maeve even closer to her side and gave Henry a dangerous glare. “Don’t touch her. She’s mine,” Violet growled in a possessive tone. Henry’s jaw dropped. “The difference in treatment is way too obvious!” he whined, pouting like a child. But even while complaining, Henry shamelessly reached out and looped his arm through Maeve’s, clinging to her like a child. “Excuse you, Violet. I knew her first before you did!” “No fair! Why’d you have to bring that up?!” Violet shot back, not wanting to lose. She immediately tugged harder, pulling Maeve’s arm closer to her side. And just like that, the two of them started their usual routine of bickering—arguing back and forth. They were so loud that Maeve swore both her ears were about to start bleeding. Still, she wasn’t exactly surprised. This kind of scene had become normal for them. The three had been close since childhood, and their relationship always came with this constant teasing and quarrelling. To be fair, Henry wasn’t wrong—he and Maeve did know each other before Violet came into the picture. Their parents had already been family friends for years, so Maeve and Henry grew up side by side, practically inseparable. Violet only entered their little circle later on, but she quickly became just as important. Maeve remembered it clearly, almost like it was yesterday. Violet’s family had gone to Maeve’s house for a business meeting, since their families were partners. Coincidentally, Henry’s family dropped by as well. That was the first time Violet met Henry and it hadn’t gone smoothly at all. Maeve could still picture it. Violet was bawling her eyes out, crying like there was no tomorrow. And the reason? Henry, with his overly outgoing personality, had no idea he was terrifying her. He kept shoving frogs and insects in front of Violet’s face, thinking it would make her laugh. Instead, she wailed so hard the adults had to intervene. From that day on, Violet somehow became their friend… and Henry’s favorite frenemy. “Maeve belongs to me!” Violet shouted. “No way! I’ve known her since we were basically fetuses, so she’s mine!” Henry yelled back, refusing to give up. Maeve let out a long sigh in her head. Geez, so loud… Finally, she yanked both her arms free from their grip. “I’m not an object, you two,” she said flatly, giving them both a pointed look. Henry immediately pouted. “Aww… you’re no fun, Maeve.” Violet, however, was quick to turn the blame around. She glared at Henry with narrowed eyes. “This is all your fault!” “M-Me?!” Henry looked utterly betrayed, pointing at himself in disbelief. And just like that, the cycle began again. Maeve, deciding she didn’t have the energy to deal with them, simply ignored the noise. She continued walking ahead until the three of them finally reached the faculty office. Maeve pushed the door open and stepped inside, the other two trailing behind her mid-argument. They made their way to the far end where Mr. Villanueva’s desk was. “Mr. Villanueva! We’re here!” Henry was the first to greet. Mr. Villanueva, who was typing something on his laptop, paused and looked up. A faint smile crossed his face as he adjusted his glasses. “Good. I was waiting for you three.” “Why did you call us, Sir?” Violet asked politely. Mr. Villanueva cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and looked at all three of them seriously. “I need your help with something.”