Theodore's POV

"Name please?" the lady in the registration office had asked, as she had seen Theodore in the window, and in his head, he had wondered why he hated his name so much, but he scanned back into reality, as his twin sister, Clara had came in beside him.

"I'm Clara, and this is Theodore, our last name is Benjamin," she had told the secretary, as she had typed their names in the library, so they could receive their rosters, and locker numbers, and combinations. Neither of them had wanted the moved to Lima, Ohio, but their father had fought for custody of them, not that it would matter in two years, being as they were sixteen.

"Well here you go, if there is any questions, please don't hesitate our staff," the lady told them, as neither of them bothered to ask her name, or look at the directory on the wall that had been on the left of them, and the collected their school papers, and headed to where their lockers were on the map. Theodore was the only one who had bothered to thank the lady.

"Well I'm off to find where cheer leading try-outs are," Clara told the younger twin, as they headed off to find out where their lockers were.

"You don't even know where your locker is, and you want to find out where cheer leading practice is!" protests Theodore, as he rolls his eyes, and decided to do the opposite, then he looked back at his sister. Her brown eyes, with her current dyed pink hair, her perfect athletic abilities. He wasn't jealous, he just sometimes wished that they could trade lives.

"Theo, I have all day to figure out where my locker is," she answered him back, as a few students who had attended the school longer than they had, walked the hallway, and they were more than likely talking about the new kids who had just arrived, and Theo was wondering he had any of them in his classes.

"Yeah, I guess. Anyways, I'm off to look for my locker, that is, if I have time to do so. We have class in seven minutes, and I would hate to be late on my first day. I don't get high quality grades like you do," Theo mentioned, and walked away before his sister could say anything else. In his head he calculated that he would be so busy with homework that he wouldn't be able get caught up on his man crush on Matt Donovan of the Vampire Diaries. He pushed that aside, and headed in the direction that stated where his locker should be.

That was when he discovered the music room. An abandoned piano just sitting there with his keys just screaming at him to play them, because they had wanted to hear his voice, even though he had no mic beside him, so that they could. He gave in and listened, as he walked inside, and placed his black and white checked backpack down inside the music room, and headed to the piano bench. Suddenly everything him and his sister didn't have in common didn't matter.

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa

I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust

I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse

Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes

It's a revolution, I suppose

We'll paint it red to fit right in

Whoa

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse

Whoa

"Sorry to interrupt, but shouldn't you be in class right now, and I'm assuming music isn't the class," someone had announces, as they broke Theodore from his trance of playing the cover of his favorite song. Theo looked up, and observed what the male had looked like, but decided not to take note of him, since he figured he wouldn't have him for class anyways.

"Yeah, sorry, I was caught in the moment. Could you tell me where Mr. Andersen's room is," Theo looks up at the male teacher who had come in and interrupted his progress.

"I can, so let me write you a pass. On another note, I would like to see you come for glee tryouts today after school. You don't have any plans do you," the teacher wondered as he wrote Theodore's hall pass, and then gave him the pass.

"I'll think about it, and thanks," Theodore answered as he picked up his bag, and left the music room, only to realize that he didn't find out where Mr. Andersen's room was, so he headed back to music room to find out, only then he headed to the room that he was supposed to be in. This wasn't going to be a good day Theo had thought to himself.