I'm walking down the empty hallway taking my time to get to class. I was already fifteen minutes late so why rush? I arrive at the class' door and as soon as I walked in all eyes were on me. 'Oh great,' I thought sacastically to myself. My teacher was glaring at me and her face was cherry red.
"You're late once again, Miss Keller. One more time and it will be detention," Ms. Bee (Ms. Beeotch) snarled at me. I smirked at her. She started tapping her foot impaciently so I slowly walked to my seat at the back of the class by the window. Ahh!!! My sacnuary. Ms. Beeotch started blabbing again so I decided to take a nap before second period (gym).
I was rudely awakened by a textbook slamming onto my desk. I jerked awake rubbing my eyes. Everyone was staring at me with laughter in their eyes. But Ms. Beeotch was another story. Her lifeless brown eyes expressed anger and hate. She pointed her boney finger to the doorway which only meant for me to go to the principle's office. I got up grabbed my bag and I was off down the deserted hallway once again.
Instead of going to the office like a good girl would do, I headed striaght to the music room. Mrs. Dreman, the music teacher, was sitting at her desk when I walked in. She looked up once the door closed and gave a warm, caring smile. Mrs. Dremn is like a second mom to me, excluding the yelling part.
"Got in trouble again, Payden?"She asked with a laugh in her voice. I smiled weakly and nodded. "Go over to the guitar," she commanded. I walked over to the guitar and picked it up. This guitar was not just any guitar, it was my baby. I never go anywhere without it and when in school I keep it with Mrs. Dreman. I held the guitar correctly and started tuning it. Once it was tuned, I started strummin and once I start playing it's hard for me to stop. Music is my passion, life, and soul. I don't think I can live without music. I put different chords together making a song on the spot, one of my many talents.
Mrs. Dreman sits are her desk smiling at me. I have done this many times before. Whenever I get into trouble or I'm just having an off day I always come to the music room to either play the guitar, piano, or sing. After I was finished with the song, Mrs. Dreman started clapping which startled me at first. I get lost in my music and always forget my surroundings. I smile again. After placing down the guitar, Mrs. Dreman I started talking like always. I hardly think of her as a teacher, more on the lines of a student.
I have no idea how long I stayed and talked with Mrs. Dreman, but the next thing I knew, the lunch bell rang. I said goodbye to Mrs. Dreman and started walking to the lunchroom.
I got in the lunchline and picked up a slice of pizza and a can of coke and put it on my tray. I walked my way to where I saw my bestfriend in the entire world and my partner in devastation, Wendy Parkson, sitting with all our other friends. I grabbed the seat next to Wendy and started eating my pizza. Wendy and everybody else at the table looks at me.
"What?" I asked annoyed. I always hate it when everybody at once looks at me, it's like they plan it or something.
"Have you been listening at all to our conversation?" I shoke my head slowly giving all of the 'obvisously' look. "Well," Wendy continues, "We have been talking about getting a band together. You on guitar or piano and vocals, me on bass, Bryan on drums, and Greg on second guitarist."
I shrugged my shouders. "I guess," I responded. "But do I have to be vocals, I hate being the center of attention," I complianed.
"But you have an amazing voice, Pay, and who else would do it," Bryan replied. He was right, who else would do it? All of the rest of the population were either nerds, geeks, emos, goths, preppys, or jocks. Us four are the only normal students. The bell rang for lunch to be over.
"I'll think about it," I told Wendy, Bryan, and Greg and walked out the cafeteria door. My phone started ring to the song "Weightless" by All Time Low with a text from Greg.
*Think fast.* it said.
