School of Rock One Shots

Forgotten

This one-shot was requested by @124057kog with a ever specific (and rather sad) storyline. Sorry for all of the sad storylines today people! This is NOT about a ship. I do take School of Rock requests not about ships. Ok? Ok. Enjoy.

Zack's POV
end of seventh grade
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"Hey guys! You'll never believe it!" I said, entering Mr. Finn's classroom and running to my electric guitar. I was a little bit late due to a dentist appointment.

"What?" Mr. Finn asked.

"I told my dad about school of rock and he was ok with it!"

"What did you say?" Mr. Finn said.

"I said, I told my dad about school of rock-"

"Your old your dad!" Summer said, dropping her clipboard.

"Yeah... What's the big deal, he was cool with it."

"Zack, we all agreed never to tell anyone. I would've told my mom ages ago if we did!" Lawrence yelled.

"I'm sorry... I just.."

"Sorry not going to cut it Zack, I'm sorry, but you're out of the band." Mr. Finn said.

"WHAT! C'mon guys, you won't let him do this will you? I mean, you're mad, but not that mad..."

"Mr. Finn's right, Zack. We have to kick you out." Tomik shrugged.

"Seriously!" I asked, dismayed. Everyone nodded their heads.

"James, please escort Zack to Ms. Mullins office." Summer said. James, the band security guard, escorted me out of the room.

"Please, Nooooo!" I shouted as he dragged me out.

***

I continued to go to school, but no one talked to me. Not even Ms. Mullins. It was like I didn't exist.

After two weeks, I decided to ask someone.

"Freddy!" I yelled, jogging after him.

"Hey?" He asked confused.

"It's been two weeks, c'mon won't someone talk to me!"

"I don't even know who you are..."

"I'm Zack, your best friend."

"Who's Zack?"

"Mooneyham!"

"Hmm, Zack Mooneyham... Doesn't sound familiar... It's a cool name though."

Freddy walked away. What going on? I decided just to go home, I didn't think anyone would notice. I walked on the door.

"I'm home early!" I yelled.

My dad came running to the door.

"Who are you?"

"Um, your son."

"No, I only have one son. He is sixteen. Tell me who you are."

"Your thirteen year old son, Zack?!"

"Doesn't ring a bell. Security!" My dad yelled, our guard came and escorted me out of the house. I stood in the front yard.

Was this some kind of sick joke? No one remembered me. It like I was forgotten.

I felt myself disappearing