The Wild Ones Rebellion // Black Veil Brides Fanfiction

5 - World of Trouble (edited)

"We are young and we are strong.  Through strength in self we become something more than they can be.  I raise my heart and sing that I won't believe this lie.  I know there's something more inside.  When darkness is all you'll see, this is our Sweet Blasphemy." ~ Sweet Blasphemy

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*Andy's POV*

The morning started off pretty slow.
We pulled into the side parking lot to the school in Katrina's car. She pulled her bags from the car and we walked through the front doors, only to be greeted by stares and whispers from the students. Go figure. Katrina rolled her eyes and kept on walking through the crowd of kids, heading to what I assumed was her locker.

I texted the guys to let them know where we were at as she put her books into her locker. The bell had just rung when the guys walked up.

"Well, are you all ready for Economics?" Katrina asked with mock excitement. I grimaced at the thought of having to learn about stocks and trade. It wasn't on my list of favorite subjects.

"Oh the excitement," Jake said.
Katrina led us to a small classroom behind the gym, holding only about 15 students. Small class. Great. All the harder to get away with stuff.

Katrina sat down at a desk in the back corner of the room, probably the Teacher's Aid desk. We all sat down at the back desks in front of hers, trying to stay out of sight of the teacher as best as five full-grown men could.

The class quieted down as the teacher entered the room. He was a large man with graying hair, a mustache, goatee, and an enormous potbelly. The board at the front of the class read "Mr. W." This guy was going to be interesting.

"Good morning class. As you all know, we have the members of Black Veil Brides joining us this week for Katrina's Senior Project so please be kind to them. Now, if you remember from last week, we left off on discussing the Stock exchange. Please pull out a clean, cold, crisp, filtered, virgin sheet of white lined paper so we may begin our notes."

This guy seemed pretty interesting but his voice was going to put me to sleep if I didn't start thinking about something else. I started thinking about everything that had been happening lately what with our beginning to write a new album and coming here, to the middle of God knows where to help Katrina with her project. I wasn't even 100% sure why we chose to come in the first place. We get so many letters and requests from fans, so how was Katrina's different? It's not that I didn't want to be here and help her; she seemed like a really nice person; but I just wasn't sure what possessed us to come and do this. It seemed so unusual that of all the things we could've done for fans, this is what we did. I just couldn't put my finger on it. But despite that, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were meant to be here, that we were meant to help Katrina.

I then started thinking about Katrina. She seemed like a nice girl. The kind of person you could befriend easily and rely on her to keep your secrets without the bat of an eyelash. Hopefully, after the end of the week, I would learn more about her and we could remain in touch with her. I wanted to have a friend like her around.

She seemed so different though. When I asked about the picture of her and her parents, she seemed unsure of what to say; I don't think she was telling the truth, but she seemed genuinely happy with her life. I could tell that she tried to put a positive spin on everything and she wasn't faking it. She had a good life.

I was jolted from my thoughts by the sound of the bell. Students began to pack their bags and head out.

"Please put this in a soft, warm, loving, spot in your binder so it doesn't look like it's been through an apocalypse," Mr. W. said with lightning speed. This guy was just strange.