Pop Punk High

New School!

Today is finally the day. Typically people want to do anything BUT go to school, and usually, I fall into that category. This time is different though. I am going to Pop Punk High. The hardest to get into music school in the world. All the teachers are band members but I only know one artist there for sure. Principle Dun. When I received my class schedule, there was only subjects and class rooms on it, no teacher names. I guess Principle Dun wanted to make things interesting... My schedule is
1st: Bands
2nd: Singing
3rd: Guitar
Lunch
4th: Bass
5th: Drums
6th: Making Songs

I knew this day will be amazing, I just I hope I don't do anything embarrassing in front of all these people I look up to. Oh Gee, I can already see it happening, I'll probably end up tripping on a stair and falling flat on my face.

"(Y/N)!" A voice called. It's my mom. Probably making sure I'm awake. Truth be told, I hardly slept. I'm too excited for today.

"I'm up!" I yell back before sliding out of bed and throwing on my normal outfit consisting of a aqua Panic! At The Disco shirt, black sweatpants, and light gray Fall Out Boy hoodie, a pair of Fall Out Boy socks and a black hat that is a mix of a beanie and a base ball cap. I proceed to grab my cat, Chico, and then walk upstairs.

The toaster pops up as I walk into the kitchen and set Chico down on the floor. She gives me a confused look before flopping down on the floor and falling back asleep. Silly cat.

My mom must be taking a shower since she is not in the kitchen and I hear water running. If she isn't showering, then I should be concerned... I shuffle to the toaster and pull the golden brown pieces of warm bread out of the metal contraption and set it on a paper towel. A grab a butter knife and the butter and slather butter on the toast. I carefully carry it to the table and sit down and begin eating.

Once I'm done with one piece I hear my mom coming down the stairs. "Hey." I greet her.
"Are you excited?" She asks.
"Holy smokes, yes!" I answer. She laughs at my enthusiasm. She makes herself some toast before sitting down, I'm already done and head downstairs to one of the bathrooms to get ready.

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The car ride is anything but silent. I had a CD in the CD player, I chose Blurryface for today because, well Principle Dun would approve.

When we finally arrived at the school there isn't many kids there yet. Due to my mom's work schedule, we have to leave early meaning I get to the school a half hour before it starts. More time to look around though. I grab my backpack and hop out of the car. I say a quick 'bye' to my mom and she returned it before I closed the door and she drove off. I turn around and take the school in. It's amazing.

Guitars, drums and microphones were painted on the side of the school walls. Whoever did those is an amazing artist. They look so realistic. I see a red and black bass with the Decayadance logo on it. No way! Does Pete teach here?! I hope I get him!

"Excited?" A familiar voice says from behind me. I quickly turn around to see Melissa standing behind me.
"Very!" I say more excitement sinking in with every passing second.

"What classes did you get?" I ask her as we walk towards the doors to the school. She tells me hers and I tell her mine. We have the same classes except instead of bass, she has saxaphone. "Did you notice that the names of the teachers aren't in the schedule?" She asks as we sit at one of the tables in the commons. "Yeah. Do you think Jo- Principle Dun did that to shake things up and make it more interesting?" Shit! Do I address them formally? It's a school so probably.

"That sounds like something he'd do." Melissa replies, lost in thought. You take advantage of the lull in the conversation to look around. There is band sign-up sheets and instrument tips everywhere. It's truly beautiful.

Authors Note
Well here it is! The first chapter of Pop Punk High! I hope you guys enjoy this new book because I have a lot of ideas for it. Have a great day/night all of you emo fedoras. (Yep. That's best I can come up with to call my readers.)