Possibly Punk

Ch. 1 - Expelled

             Let me just say one thing first. It wasn't my fault. All I did was let a dog onto the grounds. I didn't know that it would find Mrs. Hiddlebaum, and I definitely didn't know that she was allergic to dogs. The poor puppy just looked so cold outside, I thought I would let it hang out inside for a bit. Then, at the end of the day, I'd drop it off at my grandma's or something. She loves animals.

But nope. The dumb dog decided to go looking for our principal. And lick her face until she almost had a heart attack on top of an allergic reaction. And that's how I ended up in Mrs. Hiddlebitch's office with my parents.

Mrs. Hiddlebaum sat down on her giant cushiony chair and glared at me. She took a deep breath. "Ms. Sander-"

"Sonberg" I corrected her.

"Oh, yes. Ms. Sonberg. Now, tell me. Why did it ever seem like a good idea to you to let that disgusting mutt inside?!"

I groaned and my mom shot a warning glare at me. "I already explained this. The dog was cold. I didn't want to be cruel. So I let the puppy inside and let it chill in the janitor's closet. And I guess that some stupid kid decided to open the closet, looking for a makeout spot, and he let the dog go. I didn't mean for it to find your office."

My mom hissed at me "Be polite!"

Mrs. Hiddlebaum pursed her lips together. "Well, Ms. Sonberg. We simply cannot look past this offense. On top of your terrible attendance record and even worse behavioral record, it looks like Lowell High School is gonna have to let you go."

My dad's jaw dropped. "You mean.. expelled?"

Mrs. Hiddlebaum nodded.

My mom gasped. My dad stammered. I giggled. All three adults looked at me like I was insane. "Sorry.. Your faces are all so hilarious." I burst out laughing.

"Becca Catherine Diana! This is no laughing matter!" My mom shrieked.

Mrs. Hiddlebaum said quietly. "Voices down, please."

My mom ignored her and yelled some more. "You just got expelled! EX-PELLED! You'll never get into Yale now!"

I looked up at her. "When did I ever say I wanted to go to Yale?"

My dad joined in. "Young lady,-"

I cut him off. "Don't 'Young lady' me, you old twat." And with that, I walked out.

I knew that they would chase after me at some point, but I didn't really care. I walked down the halls, humming and trying to clear my head. Then, I heard a screech. I whirled around right before my eyes were covered by a giant fluff-ball of bushy red hair. It was Tammy. One of my two friends.

She screeched again and pulled away "Oh my god, Becca! What happened? Why are you in trouble? Is it true that you're expelled?" She asked questions in a rapid-fire kinda way. Before I could get even one word in, I was assaulted again by a small Hispanic girl. My other friend, Camille.

They were both yammering at me so quickly and loudly that I couldn't even understand them. I groaned and covered both their mouths. "Yes, I'm expelled. No, I'm not going to jail. Yes, Mrs. Hiddlebaum was overreacting. How did you even find out?" They ignored my question and I sighed.

Camille started to cry. And Tammy hugged us both.

Here's the thing. If I could choose to be friends with anyone in this school, I probably wouldn't choose the drama queen Camille Dela Cruz and the spoiled model Tamara Reynolds. We're only friends because they were the only two people who showed up to my birthday party in first grade. And I've been stuck with them ever since. Yeah, we've had some good memories(Most of them ending with me in trouble and them going on a shopping spree), but they're usually so goddamn annoying.

As I tried to console the blubbering girls, a crew walked by. The crew. The legitimately cool punks. I'd been trying to hang out with them since eighth grade, but Camille and Tammy always held me back.

There was Pepper Davis, the queen bee. She rocked that denim vest and those steel-toed boots. She had silky red hair, and big brown eyes. No piercings or tattoos.

Her male counterpart, Matthew Ross. Tall and lanky, with spiked green hair, an eyebrow piercing, and a tattoo sleeve.

The clever guy, Ace Clements. He was short and stocky, and looked slightly Samoan or Tongan, but he was still a complete genius. Sadly, his buzzcut and thuggish tattoos didn't help the smart look.

The twins, Danny and Chase Rodriguez. Both girls, but with their short hair and penchant for boys clothes, they were mistaken for guys a lot.

And the last one. Sid Barker. He was gorgeous, in his one way. A perfect mix of grunge and punk. His shoulder-length brown hair looked perfect with his gray eyes and flannel jackets he wore all the time. God, I loved Sid Barker.

As Camille and Tammy were sobbing into my jean jacket (and probably rusting my studs), I saw something that I thought I'd never see. The crew was walking over to me! I gasped and nudged the girls away from me.

As they walked up, Pepper spoke first. "You. Sonberg." I bit my lip and replied with a careless "Hm?"

 She smirked and said "I heard you just got expelled. That's so killer." I blushed. Pepper Davis had just complimented me. "Er, thanks." I replied.

"Listen, there's gonna be a basement show at my friend's place this Saturday. You in?" Ace asked. I shrugged, trying to keep up my nonchalant attitude. "Yeah, sure." Pepper smiled and flipped her hair. "Good. Try to bring something. And don't tell your parents about it." She walked up and scrawled an address on my hand, and with that, the crew walked away. 

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Author's note - aye. So.. that's the first official chapter. I hope it isn''t lame. It probably is. Whatever. Comment, like, share, add, etc., etc. kthnxbyeee!