What Are The Odds? (Kellin Quinn Fanfic)

Chapter One

"We're very sorry to see our beloved music teacher, Mr Mouche, leave us on such short notice."

Im not, he's boring as all hell and doesnt know a thing about GOOD music

"But in his place will be a new, and very highly qualified, man, who has worked in the music business for a long time."

Dont tell me: they've bought Beethoven back from the dead!?!

"We know you'll all love him as much as you loved Mr Mouche."

Great, so Im going to hate him then. My headteacher drones on and on about how amazing the new school term is going to be , I just zone out and recite the lyrics to as many Sleeping With Sirens songs as I can. Honestly, Mr Mouche was a complete dick. He taught us about classical music which will help us uh, let me see, NEVER! He never taught us about music from this damn century, not even pop! I listen to pop a little I guess, Im more into rock bands though. Sleeping With Sirens to be exact. They are the greatest band in the universe. Nobody has any reason to disagree with me. Not even satanic one direction fangirls who are now moodier than ever as they recover from the loss of Zayn who decided he's leaving the "band".

Eventually, school assembly finishes, my friends and I laugh our way into our next lesson: Religious Studies. I say we laughed our way their because we basically did, the only female math teacher had apparently had a fling with Mr Mouche and she cried all the way through the assembly, only confirming our earlier suspicions. I honestly dont mind Religious Studies. Im not a Christian. Im basically an Atheist, I dont believe in anything but science. And Satan, obviously. Satan sounds pretty awesome to be honest, I hope to meet them. Though Im sure I've met them in human form several times in my 13 years of existence.

When we arrive in Religious Studies, our teacher, Mr Gould, smiles at me and says "Good afternoon swag!" And does the peace sign over his eye that I taught him. I smile and do the sign right back at him. Several terms ago I taught him the meaning of the word "swag" so he now calls me swag all the time. Im not complaining, I find it hilarious. He's one of my favourite teachers, he actually likes me! Unlike my art teacher, maths teacher, foodtech teacher, computing teacher, science teacher, design technology teacher and ex-music teacher.

When the bell sounds for the end of the lesson, and the end of the day, my friends and I bolt to our lockers. We grab our stuff as quickly as we can, before meeting eachother outside. I'll give you all a basic description of my group: Ellie is called "Egg" as a nickname, she loves Sleeping With Sirens almost as much as I do, but she likes 1D as well, sadly I couldnt stop her, she does like My Chemical Romance too though, so I forgive her. Kayleigh is called "Kay" as a nickname, hates Sleeping With Sirens and is obsessed with 1D. Jazmin, known as Jazzy, she doesnt mind Sleeping With Sirens but is obsessed with Ed Sheeran and Black Veil Brides. Then there's me, Im Heather I dont have a nickname, my name cant exactly be shortened, but some people call me "emo trash"v Im completely obsessed with Sleeping With Sirens.

As Im walking out of the school gates, I reach for my phone, as I do everyday at this point, and start blaring Sleeping With Sirens - Parasites. A few teachers scowl at me, but, seeing as they hate me anyway, I give them a small salute and a cheeky smile. Mr Gould starts headbanging as he gets in his car and I laugh. Ellie walks at my pace and we both rave to sws as Kay and Jazzy talk behind us. Remember what I said about satanic 1D fangirls? Kay is a 1D fangirl, she isnt satanic though. She's going through a tough time because Zayn was her favourite member of one direction.

When we've walked through the park and I reach my mums car, I wave goodbye to my best friends and hop in, turning off my music in the process.
"How was your day Heather?" My mum asks sweetly.
"Good I guess, Mr Mouche is finally leaving!" I cheer.
My mum laughs "Why're you so happy about that?"
I roll my eyes "Because he doesnt know a thing about DECENT music and teaches us about classical music! Literally, my ears are probably damaged. He also tries to sing and fails miserably, Im surprised Im not deaf."
My mum shakes her head and drives us home. I put Kiss FM on because we dont get any rock channels in this area. We drive most of the way home in comfortable silence, as I mime the lyircs to almost every song that comes on.
"So, I got a letter today..." My mum start, turning the radio down.
"About what?" I ask curiously.
"Its to tell me that your father has claimed bankruptcy and has, therefore, stopped paying maintenance for you." She says, spitting the word "father" like its a curse.
I nod "That doesnt surprise me." I turn the radio back up, I'd rather not ruin my day by talking about my dad. I wont spill my life story, it's too long and boring, to be completely honest. Basically, my parents divorced years ago, and they hate each other, my dad is dating a complete bitch who hates me, and my mum is married to an awesome dude. Because of my dads girlfriend, I have to go to counseling. She's been mentally abusing me for years.

Im not complaining about the counsellors thing, I get out of lessons I hate and get free cake! My friends all know about my home situation. I've also been bullied for most of my life by my so-called "best friends", they arent the best friends I hang with now. I was alone for a long time after that, but I was taken in by my current best friends. I told them everything, and now Im best friends with all of them. My life is pretty good, apart from the main bully is in pretty much all of my lessons. She doesnt bother me very often though. Im looking forward to meeting the new music teacher, Im pretty sure the class is going to give him a very hard time. It'll be hilarious!