Heavy Metal High School

Chapter 1

"Come on Vince I'm telling you chicks totally dig guys in metal bands"

Vince had been my best friend since 3rd grade. He was always chubby but really tall so he always stuck out and never really had friends until me. He had blonde curly hair down to his shoulders and green eyes. In the 6th grade he started working out so he lost a lot of weight so he was tall and lanky.

"Whatever no they don't. We would just get up there and look like idiots. You have to have like special effects and stuff or you just look like guys up on a stage screaming about sex and money with music in the background. Besides it's so not 'in' right now, it would be totally against the grain of society; rebellion."

"But that's exactly what rock and roll is man." I said imitating Tommy Chong.

"Stop talking. This is not the time for talking." Mr Peterson said as he sat down at his desk in the back of the room.

Math class my favorite class of the day. Not because I like math, because trust me I don't, or because it was last hour, but because all we ever did was one 10 minute work sheet then I had the rest of the class to play solitaire or doodle. Recently I had gotten on a kick about drawing myself as Slash or Axl Rose.

I don't look like a heavy metal shredder though. I'm short, skinny, shaggy black hair, and bushy eyebrows, a crooked nose that is made up for in my defined jaw. I wear skinny jeans and t-shirts of the greatest bands throughout all of history; AC/DC, Quiet Riot, Twisted Sister, and of course Zepplin. And everything rested on top of my signature brown Doc Marten boots that gave me a much needed height boost.

I finished finding "x" and started finding myself on stage. Screaming at the top of my lungs, Strobe lights going off, the money, the fame, the D on the paper my teacher just laid down in front of me.

Mr Peterson sighed "Third on this quarter Mr Matthews that mean we need a parent conference. Maybe you should spend less time imagining something that will never come true and start picturing your graduation."

The bell rang just in time. I scooped up my notebook and ran into the hall hoping I could intercept the letter the school sent home before my parents saw it.I turned and ran down the hall just as Tate "Temper" Higgins quarterback of the football team stepped out of the bathroom and tripped me.

I fell flat on my face and all my drawings flew everywhere. I had to wrinkle up one of them to hold back my now bleeding nose.

"Awww the dork wants to rock and have a good time. Well let Tate Temper show you a good time.

His fist flew at me at the speed of sound and I was out cold.