Pop Punk High

Day Deux. Part Deux.

I'm in class? Huh, oh well. You shrug it off.

"Okay! Time to read off more name and trait cards!" A woman said.

Well. This is pretty odd.

"First trait is, I like to draw."
A few kids around me sat down.
So we sit if it doesn't apply?

"I like pop-punk music."
Suddenly everyone in the class sat down leaving me the only one standing.
A few kids ask a heart breaking question. "What even is that?"

All eyes turn on me and I can feel myself getting anxious.

"Yo,Y/N! You okay?"
"Huh?" I mumble, before looking up and seeing Mr. Stump and Jaelyn squatting next to me.

"What happened?" I ask coming to my senses.

"You passed out for a minute," Mr. Stump explained. "Meanwhile, we're still on lockdo-"

The note rang through the school

A thumping noise could be heard on the other side of the class door, it grew louder before quickly fading away but soon followed by much louder thumping before that too faded.

The intruder must've just ran by with either Josh, Tyler and Billie Joe or the cops begind him. You thought in realization.
Ten minutes passed before the loudspeaker clicked.

"Attention, the intruder has been caught, you are free to go to your next class. Teachers, check your emails soon as we will be sending out the modified schedule. Have a good day." Principle Dun said before the loudspeaker clicked off.

People should up and Mr. Stump made sure everyone was alright before they went out the class door.

"Hey, Y/N," Mr. Stump stopped you. "Watch your head, hopefully you didn't hit it when you- ya know." He laughed.
"Noted." You laughed as well before heading out with Jaelyn.

As I made my way to bass class you couldn't help but wonder who would be teaching it. Mr. Wentz? Mr. Way as Pete had said before? I guess only time would tell.

I approched the room and pulled the handle on the door, opening it. Mr. Armstrong was sitting at the teachers desk staring at his phone.
'Do whatever.' was written on the board. I sat at my desk and pulled out my phone and opened Netflix. I tapped on Supernatural and continued with where I last off with the Winchesters (ey, I'm SPN trash now 😎). Before you knew it, the bell rang, forcing you to end your adventure.

I walked into my drum class, once again unsure of who would be there. Mr. Hurley poked his head out from behind a cabinet.
"Oh, hello!" He greeted in his butterfly voice.

"Hiya An-Mr. Hurley!" I said back.
Other kids were walking in so I took a seat and Mr. Hurley went to the front of the room and wrote his name on the board before turning and waiting patiently.

Ding Ding Ding

"Hello class! First off, I apologize for not being here yesterday, and secondly, I'm the one who has to go over school rules and such.."
I zoned out because rules? Meh.

Ding Ding Ding

I pull out my earbuds wave a goodbye Andy and I'm off to sixth period, wondering what could possibly happen in that class.

Once I'm outside, I cautiously open the door to the room. Gerard, Patrick, Pete and Brendon were all standing there.
Four teachers for one class? That's a lot.
Mr. Stump and Brendon smiled at me. The cherry-haired ninja looked unamused and Pete just pouted at the others.

The rest of the class arrives as I take a seat. The bell rings and Mr. Wentz steps forward and fakes a smile.
"So class. After our," He gestures to Gee, Patrick and Brendon. "Ordeal yesterday, we have to share this class." Pete said through gritted teeth, obviously mad about not having his own class.

"So, today since it's a shortened class, why don't you all just write things down. Anything that comes to mind, write it down." Mr. Way said as he stepped forward.

The class was busy writing things down as the bell rang.
Another day over.