Mindy smiled as the bullies neared her, they had no idea how bad their asses were about to be kicked. One of the bullies went to grab the little sixteen year-old, but she caught the sophomore's wrist like a vice grip and chucked him into the wall with force. She cracked her knuckles as the next dipshit came up to bat.
"Let's see what you got fairy-fuck." she said, the sophomore smiled as he picked her up. She just smiled at him as she drove her toe into his crotch and head-butted him. He hit the ground as blood squirted out his nose. She spun around and kicked the third ape in the hip, dropping him instantly with a loud thump. The guy with the busted nose stood up and mumbled some derogatory swears towards Mindy, she turned and kicked him in the chest. He crumpled to the ground as air left his body. She just smiled like nothing ever happened.
"Dipshits." She said cheerfully, picking up her bag and walking out of the alleyway.
"Im so fucked!" Kyle said, burying his head in his hands. He looked at the mangled up microphone,
"It's not that bad." His best friend, Nick, replied. But Kyle just shook his head and tried to untangle the expensive piece of equipment. Nick unplugged it and said,
"Might be a bit easier with it unplugged moron." Kyle grabbed the end and loosened each of the tight knots with care. All the sudden he felt pain shoot through his finger, he pulled it away and looked at the shallow cut from the rusty microphone stand. He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on the cut, the metallic tasting blood infecting his taste buds. He finally finished the labyrinth of knots and plugged the mic back in. he sighed as he cracked his knuckles gingerly. He grabbed some tissues and dabbed at the cut, soaking up the crimson liquid. He flipped the microphones switch on and tested it, and then he watched as Nick plugged the blue and white Fender Squire Bass into the amp. He plucked one of the strings to test it, the low sound echoed through the auditorium as Kyle turned the dial down.
"Must have gotten turned up when we brought it." Nick muttered, Rich, the drummer shook his head,
"You're a real piece of work." He said, patting Nick on the back. Then he pulled his drum sticks out of their case and kissed them,
"That looked so gay." Ryan said as he plugged the electric piano in. he flipped the switch and quickly played a little tune. Finally Lenny ran in with his guitar,
"They're coming!" he said, leaping onto stage and plugging his guitar in.
"If you smashed the guitar on the stage, I would have laughed my balls off, you know that right?" Rich stated, cracking his sticks together.
"Fuck you." Lenny replied quietly. Students filled the room and plopped down in the seats expectantly.
Ryan looked over at me and said,
"You're up douche-fuck." I flew him a concealed bird as I stepped up to the mic. Music flew through the auditorium, not the most graceful of songs but when it was over i was grinning because everyone was cheering about our audacity and the profane music.
"Shit man, we rocked out!" Ryan cheered.
"Don't ever say that you idiot, bad luck." Nick retorted, shoving him in the chest.
"I don't believe in luck." Kyle said, putting the microphone away. The door to the expansive auditorium opened. I looked up to see a girl, around the age of sixteen to seventeen, walking up to the stage.
"Principal Warren wants to see you guys in his office." She said.
"shit." I muttered.