Pop Punk High

Mr. Stump

When our trio finally found the right room, we were five minutes late. Why must this school be so difficult to navigate?

We ended up running down the hall hoping that we wouldn't be caught. The plaque beside the door to the class didn't have a name like Mr. Urie's did, just the room number.

We quietly opened the door to the room and walked in.

But we didn't go unnoticed.

For some reason, there is a table right next to the door and as we walk into the room,  my backpack knocks a stapler off of the table and it crashes to the ground.

"Girls."

Shit.
"Uh... H-Hey Pat-Mr. Stump." I stuttered out. As we turn around Mr. Stump was attempting to look at is with slight disapointment but it didn't really work since the man has a mostly one hundred percent innocent soul and is way too understanding about us being late.

"We're so sorry, Mr. Stump!" Jaelyn cries out.
"Shh. It's okay, I understand that there probably a liable reason why you late, hmm?" He says softening his not-so-hard gaze.

"Yes, of course there is! We got lost." I explain.
"See, it happens. Especially on the first day. Now go take your seats." He smiles before walking back time the front of the class.

"So, class, why is passion important in singing?" Mr. Stump asks the class.
Some kid raised his hand and was called on.
"Because it changes the sound of your voice and can add a lot of emotion."

"Correct!" Mr. Stump smiled.
"What is your name, sir?"

"Wyatt." The kid answered.
"Well Wyatt. Thank you for answering, Now, can anyone tell me why emotion in a song is important?"

I raised my hand.
"You, ma'am." Mr. Stump points at me.
"Because in some songs like Jet Pack Blues, it really adds to the sadness of the song."
"Correct. And your name is...?"
" Y/N" I smile.

"Thanks for your answer, Y/N." Mr. Stump smiled.
"Okay, I'm going to guess that you all came time Pop Punk High instead of some other school for a reason. So if we could all sing A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me together, that would be great." He walks over to his computer in the back of the room and clicks something with the mouse. The beginning of the song starts within a moment.

I confess, I messed up, dropping 'I'm sorry' like your still around. And I know you trash talk, hey kid, you'll never live this down.

And your just the girl all the boys want to dance with and I'm just the boy who's had too many chances

I'm sleeping on your folks porch again, dreaming she said, she said, she said, why don't you just drop dead?

I don't blame you for being you, but you can't blame me for hating it. So say, what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her, I set my clocks early cause I know I'm always late.

Once the song finished, everyone looked accomplished with what they did and Mr. Stump looked proud of us.

"Great job everybody! Since you've already shown me you can sing, I'll explain our first project. You will chose any song you want and sing it in front of me." Mr. Stump explained.

Well I know what song I'm doing. Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes. "Hey Jaelyn, Melissa, what songs are you doing?" I ask them.

"I'm thinking Mad As Rabbits." Jaelyn answered.
"And I'm going to do Planetary [GO!]." Melissa replied. 
"Ooo. Great choices." I grin.

"Let me guess, Tiffany Blews?" Jaelyn guesses.
"Close."
"She's My Winona?" Melissa questions.
"Closerrr." I sing.
"Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes?" Jaelyn asks.
"Bingo!"

Suddenly the class bell rings and Mr. Stump excuses us.
It's time for guitar class. I wonder who could possibly teach it.

Author's Note

Sorry this is a little bit shorter. I'm really tired right now. It's currently 11:29pm at the time of writing this. My sleep schedule has been a mess for over five years so oh well.
Also should I keep referring to the bandmates as Mr. Urie and Mr. Stump and such or should I just use their first names?

Anyways, bye my emo fedoras.