Corruption Of An Innocent

The New Kid

The first year of high school is always hard, especially when you move to a new school and know nobody there.
That, however, was not true for very long for Neil Sanderson.
Adam, Brad, and James had been getting continuously more serious about their career as a band. They had been working on music for about a year now, actually writing now that they had a better understanding of music theory.
The three were in band class now, listening for their names to be called for attendance.
"Neil Sanderson?" they heard.
A boy with dirty blond hair raised his hand. He was sitting by the bass drum. "Here," he replied.
"I've never seen him around town before," Brad whispered to Adam, "He must be new. I wonder if he's any good at playing."
Attendance concluded and the teacher began to pass out course outlines, which they had already received five of that day, from five separate teachers. Band was their last class of the day. 
They read through the outline together, which discussed what they would learn in class, what contributed to their marks, and classroom rules, which were pretty much the same as the rest of the classes; no using cell phones, participation is expected, respect, the usual.
Brad and Adam whispered to each other the entire time. James was sitting up by the drum set.
"Alright, now I need to go through and find out what each of you play," their teacher, Mrs. Schorel, said when they finished with the outline.
She read through the list of names again, marking down which instrument each of them played.
"Adam Gontier?"
"Tenor sax," Adam replied, "By the way, my last name is pronounced gone-tee-ay."
"I apologize, Adam," Mrs. Schorel responded before continuing down the list of names. James was on percussion, and Brad was now playing bass guitar.
In the list, though, the new kid came before Brad.
"Percussion," the boy, Neil, replied.
Finally it ended, and Mrs. Schorel began to pass out books of sheet music.
When she finished, she said that they could just play around for the last few minutes of class, because 'not all of their instruments had arrived and there's only a bit of class left'.
So the trio of boys began to talk to each other again, discussing how the first day of high school was.
They hadn't been able to talk for long before they heard a loud, energetic rock beat being played.
The new kid, Neil, was playing the drums.
"He's really good," Brad commented.
"Really good? Dude, that's 'I can't believe that kid's in grade nine' good!" Adam added.
"Let's go talk to him," Brad suggested.
Adam and Brad ran over to the boy.
James stayed behind, shy.
He's so much better than me, he thought, and look at how easily they talk to each other already. He's going to replace me, isn't he?
They haven't even noticed I didn't come with them.
James sighed sadly, wrapping his arms around himself.
Eventually he walked over and joined the conversation.
"Hey, I'm Neil. James, right?" Neil introduced.
Shit, and he's friendly too.
"Yeah," James replied, and then forced himself to say, "Nice to meet you."
I hate you already, you perfect asshole.
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A/N: those are strong words, James.
hey I'm finally getting into the interesting part of the story
also random name generators are a blessing to writers honestly
okay but like can you imagine Adam playing the saxophone i'M DYING AT THE IMAGE