Creatures of the underworld

Disclaimer:"School of Rock" trademark, characters and names doesn't belong to me.

AN: Well, finally I managed to type this story – I had that idea for almost four months .It's quite dark story and I'm not sure if there will be serious romance.

And about location – I assumed that they were in New York city. So they will stay there. And everybody, who lives in mentioned places - sorry if I accidentally offend you.

If you see some mistakes, please notify me, because right now I don't have a beta.

Prologue

Summer

Funny, when you're a child, live seems so good and peachy – like blue sky without any clouds. And, when you grow older, the truth is dumped on you like a bucket of cold water.

I always thought that my parents loved each other, but that one dreadful day I learned how wrong I was.

It was my first day in high school – I was so exited and happy, because I was back to school and together with my friends. After school we all went to Dewey's place to celebrate our "step towards legal age", as Dewey said. Just when I was in middle of learning "Smoke on the water" (Zack and Katie tried to teach me something) my mom called. She sounded very crushed and asked me to rush home as soon as possible. I quickly said goodbye to everyone and called a cab.

When I got home it was a total chaos. There was mom, who was screaming at dad, who stood there, dressed in his bath gown, holding a hand of a young woman I didn't know. She glanced at me and hissed: "Gather your stuff, we're leaving!"

Dad heard that and started laughing: "And where are you going to live, bitch? Already rented a trailer?" I couldn't believe that he could just talk like that with mom. What had happened here?

Mom motioned me to move faster and then she slapped dad. She didn't say anything when she took off her wedding ring and threw it in his face. I hurried upstairs, grabbed my favorite bag and quickly gathered stuff I knew I couldn't live with. I run back downstairs, and followed mom outside. I didn't even bother to look back.

Later, when we were settled in hotel, mom told me, what had happened. She had got home earlier form work and she had caught dad shagging with that woman. He had tried to say something but the woman had cut off him and asked, if that were "the old hag he was blabbering about." That moment mom had called me and grabbed her stuff.

Funny, that only then I discovered my family's past. It turned out that mom wasn't from rich family - she had met my dad when she was working in dining place and she fell in love with him. So now we were in grave condition - dad sure would try to withdraw mom's parental rights. And he could do that just to get back to mom.

That night I promised my mom that I'll never leave her.

I also promised myself that I would never return to that house.

Next morning we fled to Brooklyn, because it's easier to start a new life in a place where nobody knows you. Mom insisted to change our names, so now I'm called Sylvia Heartey. It sounds a bit stupid, but now it's harder to find me. I also decided to change my hairstyle - I cut my long, black hair, which I was so proud of, when I was small, and dyed those dark brown.

I entered high school here - I can't remember the name of school, I just chose it because it was closest to our current residence - a one bedroom flat in apartment building. It seemed strange for me because all my live I'd spent in luxury but now I'm living in lot more worse living conditions that I was used to. But I'm not complaining - at least I still have mom.

But, just when I thought everything was returning to normal state, something unexpected happened. Darcy, a friend of mine, suddenly confessed me that she was addicted to heroin. She told me that she was in huge debt and asked for my help. I didn't have money so I said her that I'll try to think of something. A few days later her dealer showed up and demanded money or he would send her to prostitute. In order to save Darcy, I made a bargain with him - I would work as a dealer and he will forget about her debt.

It all happened just two months ago. Right now I'm one of Brooklyn's most famous dealers - I guess it's because of my innocent looks and the fact, that nobody expects me to be a drug pusher – and I'm used to it. At home I'm still good, old Summer, at school I'm Sylvia, who hangs out with some shady people, but on scene… I'm Pixie, little Pixie, who could snug drugs under cop's noses and never get caught. I still wonder why nobody has ever handed me over in questionings – I don't think that junkies has some sense of honor.

It may sound strange, but I'm not a drug addict – I'm scared of drugs, because every day I see, what that junk has done to average teens like me. I saw what drugs done to Darcy – only two weeks ago she died. Everybody said that the heroin she had wasn't clean, it had something mixed in it. I still remember how I cried – maybe not so much about her death as being scared about myself. But I didn't hate myself because of that – my work really wipes out compassion out of person.

My mom doesn't know what I'm doing – she thinks that I work in some antique shop, but I don't have will and power to tell her the truth. She just wouldn't take it – she has already suffered too much.

There's only one thing I really miss from my old life – "School of Rock". I never said a proper goodbye to them. I never told them how much they changed my life – it there wouldn't be the band, I would probably stayed as a goody two shoes for the rest of my life. I wonder if they found a new manager.

I really want to meet them again, but I can't. There are too many reasons: my father (I don't think I want to call him "dad" anymore), my living conditions, and, of course, my job. I don't think that they would accept a teenage drug seller as their former mate. Even if they would want to, it would just cause a lot of trouble for them and I don't want them to suffer the consequences.

Life isn't like a blue sky without any clouds. It's a dark abyss – if you look into it, the abyss starts looking into you. And, sooner or later, it will overpower you. And I'm not sure for how long I will be able to resist it.

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