It was a bleak and dreary day in Boston, MA. A day where one could easily be brought down emotionally just by waking up. A day that matched a certain young man's mood as the day started like any other, namely the teen being late for scholl. VERY late.

(Line break)

RIIIIING

The bell for class to begin had just finished ring as the young man bolted through the front doors and bolted through the halls. He ran through the halls, eyeing his watch at the same time.

'11:30? Aw man, class is half over. The teacher's gonna put me in detention for months if he catches me.' He slowed to a crawl as he neared his classroom. 'Hopefully I can sneak in without him noticing. He peeked inside to see what today's lecture was about, only to have a hand reach through and pull him the rest of the way in... by his nose.

"Late again, aren't we Mr. Torrent?" the teacher chuckled, along with most of the class. He dragged the teen to his desk while keeping a death grip on the young man. "What am I going to do with you Rat?"

"Owowowow. OKAY. I'm lade. And my name's Ricky. Now will you leb me go already?" the teen yelped in pain. The teacher released his nose, letting the teen sit and readjust his nose. "Ever heard of 'overkill'?" Ricky murmured.

"Ever heard of 'Detention' Mr. Torrent?" he quipped as he gave him his detention slip.

-Detention for one Ricky Archer Torrent-

The teen rolled his eyes and sat down to the lesson. 'Well,' he thought. 'at least I got off easy'.

"Hey Rat." a girl behind him called with a mocking tone. "What's with the outfit?" The others laughed as he looked into the window to see what they meant. Ricky sighed as he saw that his clothes consisted of torn blue jeans, white shirt, brown boots, and grey light jacket. His black hair was a spiky, droopy mess that hung over his brown eyes. He looked like a wreck.

"I like it." he replied. "And don't call me Rat."

"Ok. Techno freak then."

He scowled. "So now because I like techno, I'm a techno freak?"

"You are a freak."

He let it drop and went the rest of the school day silent.

(Line Break)

The day dragged on in Class, and after that, detention took forever to end. As the final seconds ticked away, Ricky could not help but grow impatient and think back on a few things as his MP3 played his favorite techno songs.

-Flashback-

It was four years ago in when Ricky came to this town. He came to his new middle school looking ready to start his new life.

"Settle down everyone." the teacher called out to the other students. "We have a new student joining us today. I'd like you all to meet Ricky Torrent. The boy walked in smiling and wrote his name on the board.

"Hi. I'm Ricky nice to meet you." The students looked at his name and giggled. Ricky looked confused as to why they tried so hard not to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing, RAT!" The class roared with laughter. Ricky looked at his name and saw his name's anogram spelled R.A.T. His face melted into depression and he sulked to his seat.

-End flashback-

Ricky opened his eyes, left detention, and walked back home.

He walked into his apartment and slammed the door. No one cared, for no one was home. His parents were always working and were never there for him. As he went to get some leftover pizza, he noticed a note on the fridge. He ripped it off and read it.

Dear Ricky,

School called. You were late again they said. I won't let my son become a slacker, so we are no longer paying for the cable. It's to be shut off tomorrow, so enjoy it tonight.

Love, Dad.

"Pfft. Love? That's a laugh." He said as he tossed the note aside and got some his food. As he left it in the microwave to warm up, he walked over to his keyboard and started playing some music.

(Rising of a Dream)

The music calmed him down as his fingers flew across his synthesizer. He began to smile as the crap from today seemed so small it felt like it didn't exist. He got lost into the music as he played without worry. He loved techno music, but to him, nothing felt better than playing the melody himself. He was so lost, he did not hear the microwave go off. He'd have played on if he hadn't of smelled the pizza.

(Music stops)

He got his pizza and sat down to watch some T.V. He flipped through the channels vigorously as he mumbled a few "garbage" or "junk" until he stopped and his eyes widen. Cartoons.

It's time for A ni ma niacs

And we're za ny to the max

Ricky smiled as he wolfed his pizza down. He bobbed his head to the Animaniacs and laughed. Suddenly, his T.V. went to static. He went wide eyed in disbelief, then anger.

"HEY? They said tomorrow." He got up and picked up his T.V., shaking it violently over his head as he had had enough of today. "Rotten outdated boob tube. GIVE. ME. BACK. MY. SHOW."

Without warning, it slipped from his hands and smashed hard onto his head. He fumbled about and collapsed as the T.V. smashed onto the ground. As he lay there unconcious, his T.V. sparked and hummed. It then zapped and vaporized the teen before dying itself.