Kirk Hammett: Teenage Metalhead

Chapter 1: Pop Quiz

"All right boys and girls! Who's ready for a pop quiz?" Mr. Simmons shouted. The class responded with a long and drawn out "Uugghhh". "That's the spirit". The old history teacher loved giving pop quizzes, and every time the class responded with the same unmotivated groan. Mr. Simmons didn't mind, he always looked happy, as if 20 kids weren't on the brink of dying from boredom.

"Psst, hey, Kirk!" A crumpled up piece of paper came flying from across the room and hit Kirk on the back of his head, it bounced off his curly black hair and landed on the floor to the right of his desk.

Kirk, now awoken from his slumber, lifted his head from his desk and looked around. "Huh? What?" He asked, with a confused and tired look on his face. A kid dressed in all black clothing quietly called from the back of the class, "Hey! Kirk! Over here!" Kirk turned his head to the back of the class, he saw the face of a student he recognized, Eric Fuller. They never talked before, but Kirk still remembered his picture and name from the San Francisco High Yearbook, Eric had been voted "kindest student" by the class back in Sophomore year.

What could he want?

Eric pointed to the front of the class. Kirk turned his head back around to see Mr. Simmons walking down each row of desks, and passing out a paper to each student. "Psst! Kirk!" It was Eric. Kirk turned back around yet again, still groggy from his sudden summon back to reality. "Pop quiz!"

Oh no.

Kirk hadn't studied recently, and was starting to work less and less on his homework. He had really been working on his guitar playing lately, the one thing that he truly seemed to want to work on. Other than guitar, he would listen to music and go hang with his friends. They would normally spend their time watching movies and going skating. He had started putting school work off. However, at times like these, he realized just how bad of an idea that was, and what it could cost him.

"Mr. Hammett, you don't look so good, have you been getting any sleep lately?" Asked Mr. Simmons. "Oh, you know, about the usual amount" smirked Hammett. By, "the usual amount", Kirk was referring to staying up all night watching old classic Universal monster movies such as Frankenstein. Kirk was a fan of all things creepy, he kept a large collection of creepy comic books and movie posters. Aside from playing guitar and listening to music, that was another passion of his.

"Well, alright then, I hope it'll be enough to get you through this quiz". Kirk looked up at Mr. Simmons and smiled. "Good luck" Mr. Simmons said, before returning to passing out the rest of the pop quizzes.

Thanks, I'm really gonna need it.