A Rock Revolution ~ Synacky

Chapter One

He walked down the hallways of his new school, his binders clenched tightly to him. He knew people were snickering and others were whispering, but he didn't care.

He knew that he was going to get judged because of his choice of black jeans, black shirt with a graphic design of his favourite heavy metal band, black shoes, his ear piercings and the two silver piercings that sat on his lips.

He just kept walking to his class. When he got to the class, he sat down at his desk, he didn't bother to talk to anyone. He just kept his black haired head down. His emerald green eyes stared at the board then to his paper as he copied notes down.

His calloused fingers gripped his pen as he scribbled down the notes on the complicated algebraic theorem that he was definitely going to have to look over later. He payed attention, he was a smart kid and he wanted to get good grades.

After his final class, which was math, he walked to his locker. As he walked down the hall there were kids who were laughing loudly, making jokes with one another.

He was walking then all the sudden he slammed into someone's back. He looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair, expensive looking clothes and handsome features. This guy was obviously the most popular guy in the school.

"Watch it you fucking freak" the guy threatened and shoved his books out of his hands onto the floor. The 5'9, black dressed boy picked up his math books while the 'popular dick' turned back to his friends and laughed with them.

He just picked his stuff up and continued to walk to his locker. He didn't let the little conflict bother him. He put his stuff into his bag then walked back to his house in the warm California weather.

When he got home both his parents were at work and he was an only child. He went up to his room and threw his school bag down on his bed.

He had some school work to catch up on and on top of that he had to play his guitar for about an hour and a half. He was dedicated to getting better at playing his guitar.

Everyday he would play for an hour and work on deciphering the music to his favourite bands songs for the other half hour. He would break them down then learn how to play them.

He got his books out of his bag and started to work on his homework. He had science, geography, English and math this semester. They didn't have any music classes available for him. Upon finishing homework he grabbed his black acoustic guitar and started practicing.

By the time he had finished his homework his parents were already home and making dinner. He was practicing for about ten minutes when his mother called him downstairs. 

"Honey, can you please set the table?" His mother asked in a kind, loving voice.

"Yeah" he smiled and kissed her cheek then grabbed the plates, place mats, forks and knives. He put those things on the table then added the salt and pepper onto the table. When dinner was ready him and his parents sat down at the table and began eating.

"So son, how was your first day?" His dad asked.

"It was a bit rough, but the first day always is." He replied in a quieter voice than usual. His mother sighed slightly, they knew school was hell for their son. They knew that all the other kids saw him as an outcast and someone who didn't fit in.

"I'm sure it will get better honey... Are there any cute boys?" His mother asked cheekily, he had come out of the closet to his parents a few years back. They were both completely supportive and loved their son no matter what his beliefs, choices and likes were. 

"There were a few, I didn't really pay attention" he took a bite of his food. They sat as a family and ate their food together. After dinner he cleared the table and did the dishes for his mother. After all of that was finished he went upstairs and started to practice his guitar for a little bit. 

After practicing guitar he put his stuff away and got ready for bed, he quickly fell into a dreamless sleep that night.