Call Paul Fife In City Lights

Meet the kids who go to Clarence High School. They are the offspring of Wall Street’s richest. The kids who spend Christmas vacation in Prague, or a spring break on a private island in the Caribbean perhaps. All males of the school can be seen in custom pleated salmon shorts flawlessly matched with polos complementary to their skin color. The females wear items fresh off New York runways. The entire school is comprised of cloned prepsters bound to be the future frat and sorority kings and queens of Harvard and Yale. Anyone who has the guts to reshape the cookie cutter is utterly destroyed.

Five, and only five students out of the one thousand-four-hundred-fifty-six kids who attend my school dare to question the status quo. Ringo - the hypothetical rock star who believes in his fantasies so much he is constantly being tested for mental illness. Sid - the only Goth child with the audacity to step foot onto the perfectly groomed campus. Let’s not forget Nathan - who has the IQ of a genius and came in second place in the National Science Fair. Billy - the only “normal” person I choose to associate with who wants nothing more but to blend in (a much too over rated concept if you ask me). Then of course there’s me, the twin sister of the Queen Brat who thinks she owns the entire town and represents everything negative in life.

The five of us make up Call Paul Fife, soon to be known as the greatest band to ever walk the earth. The plan to get there? Simple. Win “Allergic To Silence,” only the greatest music contest of all time that only occurs once every ten years. (Needless to say it’s a one shot to fame kind of story). The catches: Don’t get caught cutting school for the contest, don’t let evil twin sister or her minions blackmail me into a corner, and get the slimy new kid out of my hair. The lesson I will teach the snotty world: ripped up jeans and underdogs win, especially when the odds are stacked against us.