Okay. Here is my latest story, which I hope you will all like. Read it, and please don't give up on it if you don't like this chapter, it's gonna be a humorous story, I promise! And even thought it starts out like it's gonna be cliché, I'm going to try my hardest to make it original, because I hate un-originality. Just R&R!!!

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The droning of the clock on the wall of the TV production room at Horace Green High hummed endlessly in the stifling June heat at the end of the day. Zack Mooneyham, age 16, sighed and looked at the clock, boring holes in it with his eyes for the millionth time that class. Fifteen minutes, he thought to himself. Just fifteen more minutes till we're free for a summer of rockin.

A sharp rap on the chalkboard interrupted Zack's thoughts. He instantly snapped his head up alert. "Mr. Mooneyham, I know it's the last day of school, but do at least pretend you're paying attention while I give out the summer assignment."

The whole class released a groan in unison. What was he doing? Summer vacation was supposed to be fun, not wasted on class projects. Zack looked around his peers, searching for a friendly face to share his disgust with. But, as he was reminded every day, none of his friends were in TV production this year. He just sighed again and tried to pay attention.

"Class, your assignment is to make a thirty minute documentary on," he paused, and grinned at the class, thinking he was adding a dramatic effect, "the subject of your choice!" He beamed at the listless 16 year olds, only getting bored stares and raised eyebrows in return.

Not the least bit discouraged, he plowed on for the next ten minutes of class about the assignment, much to the boredom and anxiety of this group who usually had fun in this class.

The bell finally rang, a loud note of freedom, at 3 o'clock. The teens eagerly ran out of the door, pushing the assignment to a backburner in their minds. All except for one Zack Mooneyham. He was thinking hard as his legs carried him on autopilot to his locker.

As he was shoving the last of his papers and notebooks into his backpack, where they would most likely stay till he cleaned it out right before school started up again, a certain blonde haired drummer craftily crept behind Zack.

"ZACK ATTACK!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, earning looks of disproval from a few teachers in their doorways waiting for the children to all file out for the last time.

"Dude, don't scare me like that," Zack protested as he playfully shoved Freddy after slamming the locker door shut. The best friends started down the hall.

"But you looked so…not like yourself. Whatcha thinking about?" Freddy inquired, drumming a rhythm with his fingers out of habit.

Zack proceeded to tell Freddy about the last-minute instructions to make a documentary, and knew this conversation would go absolutely nowhere as Freddy's face lit up in sheer excitement.

"I know what you can do!!! Hell, I have a ton of ideas!"

Zack shook his head. "Speak to me, oh Spazzy one."

Freddy rolled his eyes and launched into his ideas. "Well, you could go to the pool and film all the girls tanning! Seriously, who wouldn't want to watch that for half an hour! Or wait, you could film me trying to get one of them to come with me to the movies, that film would get an A for sure! No, you should do…a documentary on…me tanning and girls coming up to ask me to take them to the movies! Or-"

"Cut it out already, man," Zack laughed as he envisioned the reaction of Mr. Clancy. "Yeah, Freddy. Men in their 50's would really want to see that."

"Oh you know it," Freddy beamed. Zack sighed. He wasn't sure if Freddy had understood he was joking or not.

By this time they were almost at Dewey's old apartment, only a few blocks from the high school. The old, decrepit building was the perfect place for School of Rock to practice. Well, the other residents weren't too happy sometimes, but other than that it was absolutely perfect. The whole place was decked out in posters and other memorabilia of great rock bands, and supplied with a stockpile of chips and sodas at Freddy's request.

Zack and Freddy turned out to be a few minutes late, and Summer was waiting at the door, ready to bite their heads off.

"Where have you been, you lazy fools!" she yelled with a gusto that shook her small frame. "Dewey said he had some important news for us but he wouldn't share it till you were here! Now GET IN THERE!!!"

"Oh be quiet Tink, you probably already know what it is anyway," Freddy said as they brushed past her. Summer slammed the door behind them and rushed to sit down in the room that used to be the living room, where they practiced.

Dewey entered the room a few minutes later, breaking the nervous chatter that had broken out amongst the group. Lawrence was seated behind his keyboard; Freddy behind his drums; Zack and Katie on a couch, guitars at hand; Summer on the middle of everything on a swivel chair, clipboard at the ready; and the singers were all cross-legged on the floor. All cast anxious looks at Dewey, expecting his 'important news.'

After swallowing the bit of sandwich that was in his mouth, Dewey took a swig of Pepsi and sighed. "Okay now, I think you'll all be very…surprised…by this very…surprising…surprise." He opened his mouth to speak again, no doubt something else that was typical Dewey. But one look at the death glare Summer was giving him and Dewey straightened up.

"Right. Okay. Well, I received a call today while y'all were off at your little school learning stuff you're all gonna forget in two weeks anyway. Which is a very good thing, because in two weeks," he paused, reminding Zack of the way Mr. Clancy had tried to make a dramatic effect earlier. Except this time it worked, because cheers erupted in unison as Dewey finished with, "our wonderful manager Summer has helped influence our record company to SENDING US ON A UNITED STATES TOUR!"

There it is. The first chapter. I know you want to review, so please do so! Tell me if anything is too cliché or stupid. All suggestions and constructive criticism are very welcome!