Stairway To Heaven (Rock Crew One)

Chapter One: Highway To Hell

The car, a brand new Honda minivan with a light blue paint job, turned onto the exit towards my new school. It was seven in the morning, and I was already on my way to school. My house is a couple miles away from my middle school, and we have to go on a highway to get there.

I'm completely new to middle school; so is everyone else from the three other schools that just finished sixth grade. Everyone I ever hated will be there, picking on me again, like they did all the other years. The thing that was worse about this year is the fact that the evil girl's friends from the other schools were going to join in on bullying me.

To be honest, I never ever had a best friend, which made it hard to get through elementary school. None of the girls were interested in what I was interested in. They were all over painting their nails, boy bands, hot guys, and romantic movies and novels. One of the girls was interested in the fact that Channing Tatum has the same day of birth as me, April twenty-sixth.

I absolutely despised those girls that did that, but anyway...

I'm into classic rock. You know, like AC/DC, Queen, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, and so many more. The girls in my school, rude and stupid, say that they're all old and fat and dumb. Which they aren't, because they are legends in the world of music, and I'm a bit surprise that they didn't give a damn about them.

My mom was already pulling into the middle school parking lot, packed with cars, and she managed to get a parking spot through all the hassle.

"Okay, Abby " she said, kissing my forehead. "You have a great day at school today, okay?"

"Yes, mom." I said; I grabbed my backpack and left the car, shutting the door behind me.

I stood in front of the school, giant and crowded, and did nothing. All the people were rushing around and trying to get in, trying to get to their lockers. The lockers were assigned on orientation a couple weeks back; we also got our locks then too.

I went towards the doors, got caught in a sea of people, and jogged towards my locker. Locker one fifty-five, locker one fifty-five.

I approached the lockers in the one-fifty section; I spotted mine in the middle on the top row.

I started walking over to my locker, and a girl, a tall female with about four-inch heels and long hair dyed blonde, stepped in front of me.

"Hello, Abigail..." she said, her face becoming a sneer.

"Hi, Audrey," I said, looking at her. "I see you became fatter over summer."

Audrey's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened; she gasped. She snapped her fingers, and I could imagine John Deacon doing that and I giggled.

"Sierra, Ally, Delaney, Jenny," she said, and she faked looking so upset. Her lip shivered and she made the puppy-dog eyes. "The idiot called me fat."

"Aw, that's very rude." Delaney said, giving me a death stare.

"Stupid bitch," Jenny growled, "doesn't even know a good insult."

Ally walked over to me pushed me to the ground, and laughed. "That should teach her."

My school supplies had flown all over the place, and I turned to see the five of them walking away, laughing. I looked up, and I saw three people picking up my stuff. They're totally gonna steal it, I thought.

Instead, two of them picked up my stuff and did nothing, while the other walked over to me and held out his hand. I took it; he helped me up.