I wanted to give Aiko and Lillian a bit of origin and I have made me and my brothers fictional characters who have played guitars since the age of 12.

I depict Aiko as an Emo girl who starts off as someone who has no place in the world. I would think of Lillian as a drummer if she likes to bang against items and finding the rhythm in it.

I came up with this story since August 2016. It never came to fruition until 2 months ago, when I posted the first chapter on DeviantArt.

Anyways, here's the story, so enjoy!


It all started back in January 12, 1993, when my brothers and I were transferred to a high school called "Stokedville Junior High". We were in our freshman years and attended different classes. I attended Geometry class, my brother Aswad attended History class, and my youngest brother Aiman attended art class.

*School bell starts ringing*

Classes here lasted 2 hours and it was recess now. We all head to our lockers to fill them with our books and homework. While I was filling up my locker, a girl was leaning against a locker next to mine. She was reading a Physics book. She had messy and teased hair, big nerdy glasses, a skull hair bow, a miniskirt with ruffles, a black shirt with striped sleeves, fishnet stockings and high-heeled Gothic leather boots. A couple was walking by and stopped for a bit. The man was whispering something into his lady's ear that I could not hear. The couple quickly walked away when the Emo girl and I saw them. We were left confused on what was going on here.

Meanwhile, after my brothers organized their lockers, they went to the cafeteria, finding something to eat. Sadly, they were serving baked beans and cold mashed potatoes. Nonetheless, they ordered it because there was nothing else on the menu. They found an empty lunch table and claimed it before anyone else. While having lunch, they noticed a few Scene kids next to their table. A guy in a varsity jacket called them a few names that sounded insulting and "down-bringing". Aswad and Aiman wanted to defend them, but because they were freshmen, they should not do it.

*School bell starts ringing again*

Recess was over. My brothers and I headed back to our respective classes, this time, we all had maths. To my surprise from Aswad, the Emo girl was in the same class as him. My brother was looking around and he heard a few students calling her a few names. Some of them called her a loser, a freak and "princess of darkness". She was eavesdropping and heard them, too. She felt a bit vulnerable from this. Standing out of his of freshman year and gaining courage, Aswad defended her, silencing the other kids. 20 minutes into class, I needed to use the bathroom, so I asked the teacher for the pass. The moment I entered the bathroom, I witnessed a student getting soaked with toilet water. Kids these days called that "swirlie". I had to ignore this because I went in just to pee. Aiman did not have much going on in his class, other than a few students sleeping.

School was done for the day and everyone was relieved to leave. Through the entire day, my brothers and I did not say much at all. I, for one, did not say anything at all. Also, during our time on the first day, we did not make any new friends, neither did we make any progress in our education. But what we do know is that if we stick together, we can get through this.


It was the next day of school and the Principal announced a musical competition happening in 2 months. My brothers Aswad and Aiman were really good with guitars. My vocals may not be a tenor, but it was enough to sing loudly. I placed my name, along with my brothers', on the board and we were settled. Immediately after getting our names filled in, the other students fought for next place in signing up, crowding almost half of the hallway. After that, we, as usual, even though it was only yesterday, we went to our classes.

The school bell rang and it was recess again. The three of us went to the cafeteria and this time, they had something else on the menu - fries! But...they're soggy. However, we ordered it anyway to escape the forsaken beans and mashed taters. After we ate what was left on our platters, we had extra time and wandered the halls. While walking, I stumbled upon the music class. The room was wide, wider than the school gym. It was filled with all kinds of instruments you can imagine. From tubas to trumpets, pianos to bongos and harps to cellos. Every instrument in the entire world was in that room.

We went into the room and played with a few of the instruments. Aswad picked up an electric guitar and did a fast chord without messing it up. Aiman went for the bass and accompanied the fast chord. I completed the rock ambiance with some vocals. We were there enjoying the experimented sound for nearly 2 minutes before recess ended.

We had to leave the room quickly when we heard people entering the place through another door.. While my brothers went back to theirs, I stayed behind to observe the people entering. 7 students and a teacher entered. They were practicing for something. Half of me said they were rehearsing for the competition, while the other half of me said they were doing this because they refuse to do their projects.

It seems as though they (including the teacher) were so focused on the musical project, they would ignore anyone or anything around them. With that, I hid behind one of the bleachers to have a better look at this rehearsal. They have been doing this for about 20 minutes. Out of the 7 students , there was one girl who was REALLY Gothic. She had very pale skin, wore a tube top, a spiked bracelet, and had pigtails. Oh, and a few piercings - snakebites, a nose stud and three rings on her left ear.

She was told to play the maracas, which she reluctantly did. After 6 of the 7 students left, the Gothic chick stayed behind. After everyone was gone, at least she thought everyone was gone, she threw the maracas back into a box and walked to the drum set, fascinated by its appearance.

She stared right into the set, as if she is imagining about ruling the world with her amazing drumming skills, rocking every stadium, earning lots of cash, and be on a cover of Alternative Press. She began to play the drums the moment she sat behind the drums. However, she was more of practicing than learning.

I left the place and was thinking about the girl. "She could be in a band with us. She is really good with those drums. Might as well get her involved with the musical competition. She might blow the whole school away with those skills".

And so, the school period has ended once again and I talked to my brothers about this girl I saw in the music room hours ago. They were thinking about having a drummer in the band. Until then, I hope to see this girl again so I can talk to her about this.

The End. Part 2 coming soon.