A/N: - Hey, people! I'm back with a new genre! I took a break from 'The Sisters Grimm' because this movie, 'School of Rock', inspired me to write, so I decided to give this a shot for reals…

Anyway, a few important notes before we begin:

CREDITS: This story is a collaboration of me and my sister Arti. She didn't really write any part of it, she just helped me to write the plot. She doesn't have an account.

PAIRING: OC/Freddy J.

WHEN: This takes place a year after, which would mean the band is in Grade Six.

BEWARE: This story might just turn into a drabble without a real plot. If it does, you may still read it, it will not be bad.

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, this movie was filmed when I was two. So I was too small to own this, and I wasn't a baby genius either. I believe credit goes to Mike White. I love your movie, Mr. White! And your acting is good, too! Ned (the real one) was my favorite!

This is my first time trying to express a movie through writing, sooo… please, if there is anything wrong, don't flame. Just say it nicely through review or PM. Thank you. Now please read my brain excretions.

NOTE: I don't know where this movie took place, so I'm gonna pretend it is NYC.

It was a gray, cold day in New York City. It was the first day of school for the students of Horace Green Elementary. At the end of the hall, isolated from the rest of the classes, was Grade Six. Inside, thirteen kids bustled around, hanging their coats in the coatroom, grouped around desks talking, and preparing for the first lesson that day.

"Hey, Alicia!" said a girl with thick blonde braids as she walked into the room.

"Hey, Marta!" said the cocoa-skinned girl, grinning at her friend. "How you doin'?"

"Great!" said Marta. "Where's Tomika?" She looked around.

"Back there." Alicia pointed toward the back of the classroom before turning back to her book.

"… is definitely better than The Who." Katie finished.

"No, I think Led Zeppelin rocks harder." Tomika said. Marta tapped her on the shoulder. "What? Oh, hey, Marta."

"Hey. How're you doing?" she asked, giving Tomika a squeeze on the shoulder.

"Good. What new songs did you listen to?"

She grinned. "Already? 'Mika, the first lesson hasn't even started yet."

"If we're a band, we have to be involved in music all the time," Tomika said seriously.

"I agree," interrupted Katie.

Marta laughed. "Hey, Katie. Have you been visiting Mr. S lately?"

"Yeah. I was at his house two days ago. He was saying we should start practice again soon." Katie, living just a block away from Dewey's apartment, was the messenger for him.

"Well, don't tell that to me." Marta said. "Hey, Summer! Katie has news from Mr. S."

Summer rushed over, clipboard tucked under her arm as usual. "What is it? Is he calling off the band?"

Katie looked horrified. "No! He just said we should schedule band practice soon."

"Oh," She stole a glance at the clipboard. "Well, I suppose we could go over to his house even today."

"Great. You confirm with everyone, and I'll tell him on the way home." Katie said, happy at the thought of playing bass again. "I've been missing music."

"Good," Summer hurried from desk to desk, asking if they were free in the evening.

"You know," said Tomika. "We better stop calling him Mr. S. That wasn't even his real name. He's Dewey Finn, not Ned Schneebley."

"Who cares? And besides, what else would we call him? Mr. Finn? Eww!" Katie laughed. She glanced at the clock. "Guys, it's 8:12. You better want to settle down."

With a last few giggles, the three girls sat down in their respective places.

Summer came to Katie's desk. "Everyone's free. And they all agree to 4:30."

"Okay, great! Now you better get back to your seat!"

Summer was already at her seat, putting the clipboard carefully into her desk.

Katie looked around, checking if there were any empty desks. There were two. 'Strange. Frankie, Alicia, Leo, Billy, Gordon… there's only Freddy missing here. Why are there two desks empty?' This could only mean one thing. A new student.

The door opened and Ms. Mullins came in. "Good morning, kids! I'd like to introduce you to the real Mr. Schneebley. He will be your teacher this year!"

The skinny man walked slowly in. "Hey, kids," he said, smiling nervously.

Ms. Mullins pushed her glasses back up her nose. "Now, kids, I want you to be very nice to Mr. Schneebley since this is his first time teaching as a qualified teacher. He used to be a substitute."

"You all were in Dewey's band, right?" he asked.

There was a murmur of assent.

"Well, you're in luck. I live with him." He said.

"We know that," said Summer. "We've all been to your house plenty of times."

"Yes, well—"

"Children! I have another important announcement to make. You have a new student! Isn't that nice?" Ms. Mullins stopped what looked to her like a pointless conversation.

"Where is the new student?" blurted Frankie.

"Well, she's back in my office… Uh, Mr. Schneebley, you acquaint yourself with the class while I bring her," she said, flustered.

"Uh… alright."

Ms. Mullins, with a last glance around the classroom, stepped out.

"So… is there a student missing?" he asked, scanning the room.

"Yes," said Eleni, who had maintained a crush on Freddy since fourth grade. "Freddy."

"Oh. The drummer, right?"

"Yeah," said Leo.

The door opened. Freddy rushed in. "Sorry! Had car problems!"

"Speak of the devil…" muttered Frankie.

He looked at Mr. Schneebley. "Oh. You."

"Uh, it would be better if you addressed me as 'Mr. Schneebley'."

He stopped his hustle to the back of the class and turned to him. "Who's gonna make me?"

Mr. Schneebley looked uncomfortable, but stayed silent.

Freddy sat down, just as the door opened once more.

Ms. Mullins held the door open. "Come on, Zoë. You don't have to be shy."