The Roses

Chapter 1

Storm's P.O.V-

Still living in one big nightmare
God save the human race
Handing convicts fame in HD
Glorified ignorance

A-M-E-R-I-C-A
Home of the free, the sick and depraved
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
So why the fuck are you looking at me?

Motionless in White plays through my ear buds while I'm sitting in the back of the class doodling on my sketchpad pretending to take notes on whatever boring shit my history teacher is spouting about the past presidents. I don't mean to sound like an ungrateful little shit but, I mean they're dead. Get over it. When the fuck am I going to need to know this shit? How the fuck is this gonna help me life? It doesn't teach me how to pay my bills or make a living so it's pretty fucking useless. And on top of that this dude's voice is so fucking boring. It's like listening to a documentary on the history of yarn. Now, if he was teaching the history of rock and roll then fuck yeah. I'd totally be into it. I continued drawing random shit on my sketchpad, and it was looking rather bad ass if I do say so myself, when my ear bud was pulled from my ear and my sketchpad was snatched up by the ass hat of a teacher.

"Mrs. Stilinski. Instead of drawing this worthless garbage that will get you no where in life, why don't you pay attention to the lesson and oh, I don't know, learn something?" Mr. Rodriguez said scolding me.

This pissed me off. I don't appreciate pricks like him with absolutely no artistic abilities in their fucking body criticizing my art work. I was about to let my usual disrespectful self come out but I decided against it, remembering that I have band practice after school. I can't get another detention. Before I could reply another teacher came in and called Mr. Asshole out into the hall. He gave me one last disproving look before walking out into the hall. The class immediately bursted into chatter. I sat back and texted my best friend/band mate, Jill.

"we still on for practice tonight?"

"no shit fuckass. :P why? did you get detention again? -_-
- Jill"

"calm yo tits I was just wondering and surprisingly I didn't get detention today B)"

"hey! I'll calm one tit but not the other. The other one is my party tit :P and don't get too cocky. we still have 3 more class periods to get through. don't fuck it up. we need practice."
-Jill"

"you're a dumbass cx and you should be checking up Jessie. I'm not the only trouble maker in the group"

"he skipped today.
-Jill"

"ass hat better be at practice or he's fucked. -_-"

"alright. gtg Mrs. Bitch is back.
-Jill"

"bye fucker."

I put my phone up right when Mr. Rodriguez walked in looking a little pale. Wonder what happened.

"Alright class listen up!" he yelled getting the class to settle down, "it seems that something serious is happening in Northern California and, we teachers, have been instructed to let all students out early. Buses are outside waiting. We advise you to all go straight home. We don't know what's going on. Be safe. Class dismissed."

We all got up and rushed out of the classroom. All through out the hallways you could hear people guessing about what is going on. There has been a pretty nasty infection going on in Canada and I guess it's finally made it's way to the United states. 'Eh, probably nothing serious,' I thought to myself. Boy was I wrong.

-

I had grabbed my stuff from my locker and was now sitting by Jill in the back of the bus, waiting for our good friend/bassist, Matty, to take his usual spot in the seat next to us.