All Amity comes with Affliction. Meaning, all Happiness comes with Pain. Sometimes good overpowers bad, and sometimes it just the opposite. Its just like the band... Sometimes the music is happy, with a good message like 'Open Letter' and sometimes its sad, but... Well, true, like 'Born to Die' just like Stacy said. Let me explain... I should start from the beginning, right? Okay. I sat in Homeroom on the first day of school, just counting down the minutes until I could close the door to my room and rant in my notebook about how awful life is sometimes. I took out my notebook and started to doodle little designs on the trim of my page. "Nice drawing." A voice says from behind me.
I turn around to see a girl with thick, wavy, dark chocolate colored hair leaning over my shoulder. She blushes at how close we were and takes out a earbud blasting familiar music. "T-Thanks... Why, exactly were you watching me draw?" I ask her, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "Because I can. Plus, thats like asking me why I was watching you present a project to the class. You into art?" She asks, changing the subject. "Eh... Just a hobby. What's your name, anyway?" I ask. She smirks and leans back in her chair. "I could ask you the same question." She giggled.
I open my mouth to reply, but the teacher interrupts me. "Good morning class! Let's get right into introductions. I'm Mr. Harrisburg." He says, writing his name on the board. "And I, will be your Homeroom teacher for the year. Let's see here... Ah. Stacy Hinojosa?" He calls, scanning the room. The girl raises her hand and walks to the front or the room. Stacy... Her name replays in my head. As she walked up, I studied her outfit. A grey beanie was taming her hair, and round, black glasses rested on her nose. She had on a dark grey shirt with a flying bird under a brown leather jacket. She also had on a pair of black jeans and brown combat boots.
I smiled. "My name is Stacy Hinojosa, I am 17, I like writing, youtube, video games, dogs, and listening to music with a meaning. My favorite band is Amity Affliction. Amity being happiness and friendship, Affliction being pain and suffering. It reminds me that sometimes bad overpowers good, and sometimes its the exact opposite. Life cant stay the same happy fairy tale forever." She explained. The teacher stared wide-eyed at her. I knew Ive heard that music before! My favorite band too... "Very good, Stacy. I think you've taught us more then I will this whole year in one sitting." He smiled at her and motioned for her to sit back down.
She sat back in her chair again, the whole class following her every move. "We have that in common I see." I smile at her. "You listen t-" she was cut off again. "Okay, next, Zachary Graser." Mr. Harrisburg says. I stand up with the most confidence Ive ever had. "I'm Zachary Graser, and I couldn't have said it any better." I say, not even bothering to go to the front of the room. I smile with satisfaction and the class snickers. "I could care less about what you're whispering about, if you were wondering." I smile sarcastically at my peers. The snickering stops, and I sit back down. "Wow, Zach. That... Surprised me." Stacy whispered.
The teacher smiles and continues going down his list. "I could tell by the red cheeks." I smirked. If possible, she turn even redder. The day dragged on and I actually paid attention. I went home that day and said 'hi' to my parents before plopping down on the couch to turn on the tv. My parents had looks of confusion and happiness on their faces. "Had a good day, sweetie?" My mom called from the kitchen, drying her hands on the washcloth. "I guess." I reply, a smirk forming on my lips. "What happened?" My dad asked, before sitting next to me on the couch. "I met someone. Mom? Can I eat with you guys today?" I ask. My mom smiles bright. "Of course, Zach."
For the first time in a long, long time- I didn't want to lock myself in my room for the whole day. I wanted to ride my bike and talk to people. I... I like this feeling. I like it a lot.
I really like this one shot, actually! Thank you, Amity Affliction, for breaking my writers block!
-=+=-I Don't Care if You Don't Like me. I Love me-=+=-
