Heavy Metal High School

Chapter 2

I'd been in the nurse's office exactly 19 times this school year. I know because I carved tallies on the side of the waiting chair.

My mom and the principle, Mr King, and Mr Peterson were standing around me as I woke up.

“We've discussed your grades Mr Matthews, you will have a chance to make extra credit. You need to come in Friday morning or you risk losing your credit for this year.” Said Mr Peterson with a look of disappointment.

“You need to watch where you are going in the future. Clumsiness is common but tripping over your own feet, now that’s something.” Mr King said obviously oblivious to what had happened.

“Mr King, I didn't trip over my feet. Tate Higgins tripped me!” I yelled with a bit too much sass.

“One, don't yell at me, please. Two, don't make such claims Tate Higgins is a upstanding student he would never do something so malicious. Stop it with all this rebellion.” Mr King said trying to hold back the rage in his voice.

“You people always do this to me! Check the cameras I promise you will see Tate trip me, he even punched-”

My mom cut me off. “Honey you're tired you took a pretty nasty hit to the head. Let's go home there isn't any reason to get upset about your imagination.”“But mom-”

“That's enough! Stop back talking we are going home.” She exclaimed trying to keep level headed.

With a rag on my nose we walked out of the building. On our way out we saw the janitor wearing some sort of black glasses that looked kinda like war paint, mopping up my blood. He called us over.

“Hey kiddo, these drawings yours? I picked them up from around the blood. These are pretty darn good. Keep that imagination up. I used to be a rocker myself, band washed out though. Anyway kid keep that dream alive you'll make it someday” He mopped away whistling some familiar tune that I couldn't quite place.

Me and mom got to the car and climbed in.

“You know he tripped me mom, why didn't you defend me.” I sighed

“Honey they haven't believed a word we have said in years. Ever since the time your imaginary friend tried to murder you our word has had no force.” She snorted.

“I'll have you know he may have been imaginary but until he tried to kill me our friendship was real.” We both laughed despite the whole situation.

“Dear, You just have to believe it in your own heart. They laugh at and trip you now but someday they will want to be you.” That cheered me up because it put me on stage.

They will want to be me someday. I’ll be up on stage and they will be screaming at me, not out of hate but out of love. I dozed off in a good mood.