I woke to the sound of screaming and jeans being thrown forcefully into my face. "Bliss Get up, you're late for school" I jumped up and looked at the clock beside my bed. Mum was right; the green numbers said it was 11:03 am. "Great" I thought, that's just what I need. I hate being late. I quickly grabbed the jeans that were now lying on the floor; put them and my "the strokes" shirt on. It was my first day of school since moving from London. I was supposed to start Teignmouth Community College 3 hours ago but considering the lack of sleep I had been getting I didn't blame myself for waking up so late. I slung my bag across my shoulder and headed for the door.
It had to be at least 20 past 11 by the time I got to my class. I knocked twice on the wooden door; it swung open to reveal an old, short woman. She was at least a foot shorter than me. She looked at me with an impatient look, "right, uh I'm Bliss Spearing, The new student" I said. "Oh yes, come in, come in, I'm Ms Strand" she said putting on a fake smile. "class may I have your attention please" no luck, she cleared her throat and yelled practically right into my ear "Class, If you don't put a sock in it right now you will have detention for the rest of the term". That seemed to shut them up for the moment. "Alright" she said taking it down a notch "please introduce yourself to the class". I started to stutter like I always did when I was nervous. "Uh god, well my name is Bliss, Bliss Spearing; I have recently moved from London, I'm 16. Well that's about it" "don't you have any hobbies, or interests?" Ms Strand said half heartedly. "Oh right, I love music. It's practically my life, the one thing that saved me when my parents divorced. Silence is just so loud" I seen a few people roll their eyes. She waved for me to sit at the back in between a freakishly skinny boy and a gothic looking girl. During the twenty minutes left of the lesson, the boy next to me "Matthew Bellamy" was quite a bit to handle. Pretty much every minute he would comment on something Ms Strand would write on the board. As Ms Strand was explaining something that she just explained 5 times before, I pointed my hands which were now formed into a gun I pretended to shoot her. Matt was watching and laughing quietly to himself. I stopped my little act when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Do you like guns too?" the gothic girl said her eyes wide and covered with thick, black eyeliner. I lowered my hands so that they were under the desk. "Do you like to swim with socks on?" she asked with an expression that I couldn't work out. Slowly I shook my head quickly looking away trying to stop the conversation.
Just then I heard the bell, grabbed my bag and went to the courtyard for lunch. I felt someone poke me in my ribs; I turned to find the shrimp looking boy, Matthew Bellamy. "So I see you've met scary Mary" he said snickering. I gave him a death stare, he held out his hand for me to shake it. "Bliss Spearing" I said shaking his small petite hand, "I heard" he said in a high pitch voice trying to sound like me. "I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT" I said soon to be interrupted by a very large and buff guy jumping on Matt. I don't know how he held up this dude's weight. "Uh, Matt who is this?" he said a bit concerned. "Right, I'm Bliss. I'm new" I said putting out my hand he took it and hopped off Matt. "I'm Chris" he said pulling me into a great big bear hug. Just as he let me go the bell went. "Aw! Come on! I didn't even get to eat!" Chris said throwing his hands up in the air. I just laughed as he walked off shoulders slouched. "Now that we're alone", Matt said draping his arm around me "Sod off Matt" I replied stepping out of his reach. At that we left.
It was a Sunday. Sunday's are for sleeping in, not for waking up at 6am by my phone going off. I looked at the caller ID "Matt Bellamy" it said. I flipped it open and his cheery voice filled the worn speakers. "Hey sleepy head", he said. I could hear a few people laughing in the background. "Who do you think you are ringing me this early on a Sunday?" I practically yelled into my beaten up phone. I could now hear him laughing with the other mysterious people. "Well" he started "just look out your window". I did what he said and there he was in his old Chevy, obviously not alone by the amount of racket that was coming from inside the car, not from his mouth. I've know him a week and he thinks he can just ring me this early, on a Sunday! And how the hell did he find out where I live. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair" he bellowed in a Robin Hood accent. "Matt, what the hell are you doing here? And how did you find out where I live?" I shouted out of the small of my window. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to come out for breakfast?" he said still putting on the accent. "Uh, well-" I started but he cut me off with "unless you have plans already" he smiled knowing that I was free all weekend. "I glared at him, he was still smiling. I sighed loud enough that he could hear and then said "give me 5 minutes, I'll be down there in a sec" but before he could reply I shut my window and got dressed faster than my first day at school in Teignmouth. I was still half asleep when jumped out my window. I nearly face planted into the wet grass that law before me. Luckily matt didn't see this otherwise he would never let it down. I opened the door that had noticeable rust on the exterior and pulled it open. The smell of smoke filled my nostrils. "Matt, dude what's with the-" I stopped as I saw something beautiful, a really hot guy with dirty blonde hair wearing jeans, a band shirt and aviator glasses. I had to remind myself to close my mouth. I was about to say something but he beat me to it. "Hi, I'm Dominic; you can just call me Dom"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Bliss" I replied hoping that he didn't notice the shakiness in my voice. "So Matt" I said pulling the faded grey seat belt over my body, "where are we going?" "That's for me to know and you to find out" he said putting his sunglasses on. "We're going to The Bacon House" Chris replied from the front seat bouncing in his seat like an excited kid on Christmas. "The what?" I asked surprised. "The World of Bacon, it's the most amazing breakfast place in the world! And everyday is triple bacon day" he said turning around in his seat. He sat back around and nudged the radio on with his giant finger; the awkward silence was filled with the first few lines of Thank you by Led Zeppelin. I stated singing along completely unaware of the people in the car, I only realized when it ended and they were staring at me, jaws dropped. "What" I said, "oh nothing, just that you forgot to tell me that you were a Led Zeppelin fan" Matt said practically screaming. "Is there something wrong with that?" I asked slightly confused. "No, It's exciting because no one ever listens to Led Zeppelin, they say it's weird" he replied now smiling. "rig-" was all I got to before the smell of bacon entered my nostrils. "Oh my lord" was all I could say, suddenly I was wide awake and had a raging appetite. "I know" Chris bounced from the front.
When I hoped back into the car I was completely full. I didn't even know I could eat that much. "So" Dom started his green eyes glistening in the morning sun, "how about you come watch us play at the shack tonight" "huh" was all I could spit out. "Oh, right. The shack is a bar where bands play, we are all in a band" he said gesturing his hand around to matt, Chris and himself. "I think you forgot to mention that, matt" I said trying to imitate his voice when he asked me the same question earlier, "Sure" I replied before Matt had a chance to reply to my sarcasm, I hoped that this would become a regular thing. I love watching new bands, it's like my job. "Pick you up around 6ish?" he said "sounds good" I replied. Man I hope the rest of the day goes by quickly I thought.
