Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
1and2and3and4and
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
1and2and3and4and
"This is so lame" thought Richard. "Why'd my parents make me take Percussion? I wanted to play the Clarinet but my dumb dad said that I had to uphold the family tradition!" Richard repeatedly practiced the rhythms that wrote on the board.
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
1and2and3and4and
"I mean, I'm 13 yeas old! I'm a genius at Computers so why do I need to pursue some career in whacking an animal hide with a wooden stick?"
Richard stopped drumming
"Richard, You're parents aren't paying so that you can sit there and do nothing." said
Richard gritted his teeth, There was no going back now. He said "I don't care about you or your stupid class, Or the drums."
's face went pale. "Do you want a detention Mr. Maxwell?"
"Do you really think I care if I have to sit in a room for Two Hours doing Homework and listen to you snore?"
"Then how about Suspension?" she said looking angry.
"That would just mean not having to see you."
"Get Out!" she screamed. "Get out you stupid Brat! You know nothing of art!"
"No, I guess I don't" said Richard as he walked out the door
Hours Later, Richard was sitting in his room, He was Grounded.
"It was worth it though, No more Drum Lessons" he thought
He heard yelling from downstairs and heard his little brother crying.
That night, Richard's Parents decided to divorce, and the story of Nate Alan Maxwell began.