Wally was having a bad day - a really bad day. While he was working his butt off at school, the rest of the team were at the beach, having the time of their lives - without him! The bell rang and everybody pushed and shoved, and miraculously he landed right outside Gym, his next lesson.

"Take this West!" A jock yelled, while hurling a ball at Wally's face, "Ooofff" He yelled while falling backwards onto the hard, cold floor. " You're such a dork, dork!" Another brainless neanderthal yelled at him, "Great diss..."He mumbled back. Once again the bell rang and everyone set off for lunch. Wally sat alone (as usual), daydreaming about Megan, he just couldn't understand why she liked Conner so much, he was so grumpy and rude. He liked her so much, he even wrote a song for her. He thought it was pretty good, considering he was 16, and had no clue how to write a reasonable song. He mumbled the words to himself as he played with his food, not feeling hungry - which was weird for him...

Her name is Megan
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Her boyfriend's a dick
And he brings a gun to school
And he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an IROC
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

Man, I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say "maybe"
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'.

The bell went for the next lesson. Wally slowly grabbed his backpack, and shuffled to English. He was still humming the tune to himself quietly, when he was interrupted. " , DETENTION...NOW!" Yelled the teacher. "Okay..."Wally groaned, while walking off.