Story Of Us

Chapter Three

~A few weeks later~

I was walking in a forest near my house. It was really pretty, and I was truly going to miss this place. But, I was still happy that I was leaving. I've been told that weather in California was amazing, even though Battery City was in the middle of a desert. I look at the now rising moon, and start to walk back home.

"I'm hoooooooome," I yell as I walk into my house. My parents are sitting at the kitchen table, looking slightly worried. I could tell somthing was wrong. "Hey."

My dad hands me an open letter.

Dear Luna,

We have recived your highschool application, but sadly we are not accepting you, or any other students that have sent in forms. Our school cannot keep hiring students who have graduated, and the broken band cannot be put back together.

Keep running, but not this way, Battery City Academy For Killjoys

"We filled out another form, so you're still going to highschool," my dad, but I wasn't listening.

I run into my room, crying harder than I think I ever had.

Time skip to first day of school

I walk up to the huge steps reading the letters on the front of the school. Some school for filming short videos and gaming playthroughs. Basically YouTubing. "I would still rather be in a band," I said to myself, shifting my bass on my shoulder.

My dad had not flown with me out here because he trust's me on airplanes, and the school is right next to the airport. He did give me a credit card, and he said that he would put money on it each month. I check in and get the key to my room. "Shit, my dad filled out my application form to this school," I said to myself, walking into the girls section of the school.

Time skip to first day of class

I looked down at my schedule. "First two periods over. Third is combat training. Combat training in the girls gym." I will just have to talk to the teacher I guess.

I approach the tall woman in armour who I'm guessing was the teacher. She told me to take a seat while the school looked into getting me a schedule change. I put my headphones in, barely seeing the girl with what looked like a hurt foot sit down next to me. After a minute or so of silence, she taps me on the shoulder. I look up at her and take one earbud out.

"I-I just wanted to let you know that, um, that I can hear your music. It's really loud. Th-that's not healthy."

"Sorry!" I turn the volume down a little. "That better? Heathy? I kinda thought that ya would say that ya don't like my music!"

"No! Actually, I love Fall Out Boy!"

"Is that really how loud my music was?!"

"It was pretty loud. I forgot to mention, what's your name? I'm Diamond, by the way!"

I think. What do I tell her. "It's Luna, but I'm kinda a guy."

"Well then let's get you a guy name!" She looks around for a moment, then focuses on my shirt. "How's Kobra?"

I look at my shirt, black with the words Kobra Kid and the bassist's Killjoy icon. "Okay! Sounds amazing!"

The bell rings.

"Well, see ya tomorrow!" I say and put my other headphone back in. It wasn't long before I ran into someone. He looks at my, and I take one earbud out and apologize. But, before I could even take one step away, three older looking boys were surrounding us.

"Oh, looks like that shitty furry kid has found another crush!" The first kid says.

"I-I don't-" the boy I ran into tries to respond.

'You're right, this is shitty furry kid! What did he call himself again? Bacca? Isn't that Japanese or somthing for idiot?"

"More like furry code for faggot," the third kid says, then all three of them start beating him up. One of the bullies hits me on the head, and I fall down. The last thing I see before blacking out is a familar purple snd black haired girl charging at us, screaming "JEEERRROOOOOMMMMEEE!!!"

Hey guys! My line skippy button decided not to work well, so some paragraphs are kinda squish. Sorry.

~Kobra