Face it.

Chap.2

I walked as fast ask could  to my locker. But being invisible it's impossible. That's why I just hang out in the band room for a few hours after school, because the custodians don't mind the company every once and a while.

"Hey. Who are you?" The band teacher asked as I walked in. In the past year I've done this I've never bumped into him at this time.

"Oh. I come in here after school everyday.since my first year here." I said looking down at my shoes. Scared to see him angry. But when I didn't hear yelling I looked up at him to see he was walking over to the drums.

"Are you the one who messes with these?" He asked chuckling slightly, with a small hopeful spark in his eyes. I shook my head yes. "Well I'd love to talk more about this but I have to go give  music lessons to a kid. Have fun" after that he ran outta the room, as I stood there confused why he wasn't mad. I decided it was best to ignore it so I did. 

I walked up to the drums and set them up like a drums for a rock band. I then went to the speakers that was in the corner of the room and turned on blink-182. I went back to the drums with my drum sticks I keep in my back pocket hidden behind my shirt all day. And started testing  my make shift drum set thingy. (A/n I am actually a drummer, and I tend to call some stuff for drums many different things. So please don't worry I'll fix it if it doesn't make sense.) and after a bit of warm ups I started playing along when I heard 'I miss you' come  on.