A/N: Good news, everyone, I like writing for this story again so I'm gonna fill you in with more chapters as soon as possible! :D Like I said, the other Goth Kids were going to have their names fan wise and canon wise from Matt and Trey, but like Dylan's last name is Peters as a reference to Pete, Evan's last name is Michelson as reference to Michael, and Georgie's last name is of course, Firkle, that sounds like a spice if you ask me. Anyway, let's carry on and soon you'll see my OC Sydney again after this chapter when Dylan goes back to class for the first time since third grade.
Dylan sat in between his parents at the dinner table. He sat with one hand under his cheek with his elbow on the table as he poked his dinner with his free hand. It was meatloaf for dinner again, such a conformist family dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Peters spoke about their days at work as Dylan stared at his food like it was some sort of alien visitor life form on his plate and not a dinner, good enough for a family.
"Dylan, aren't you hungry?" Mrs. Peters asked her son, noticing he was barely eating.
"I'd rather starve and have my corpse abandoned on the freeway for the wolves to feast themselves on my miserable existence." Dylan mumbled to her, never taking his eyes off his food.
Mrs. Peters looked away from him, then at her husband. He shared an astonished gaze with her, then they both looked down at Dylan.
"Dylan, your mother asked you a question." Mr. Peters said.
"And I gave her an answer, Dad," Dylan looked at him with his arms to his sides now. "Or should I call you 'Frederick'? That is your name after all."
"You will call me 'Dad', son!" Mr. Peters glared at him. "Dad, it's disrespectful to call an adult by their first name, especially your parents!"
"Respect is for conformists." Dylan scoffed.
"That's it, go to your room this instant!" Mrs. Peters hissed, pointing upstairs of their house.
Dylan hopped from his chair and scurried up the stairs. "With pleasure."
"That boy is giving me such a headache!" Mrs. Peters groaned.
"Now, now dear, we can always put him up for adoption." Mr. Peters suggested with a smile.
"Yeah, that'd teach him." Mrs. Peters smiled back.
The next morning, Dylan went through his usual routine at home. He got up, made up his bed, turned off the clock radio, brushed his teeth and put on his clothes. His gray jacket, black pants, and purple shoes and combed his hair down to cover some acne left on his face from being out of the sun all possible hours of the day. He grabbed his backpack so his parents would think he went to classes all the time instead of ditching all the time to sit behind with the buses with Henrietta, Evan, and Georgie. Dylan emerged from the stairs, and looked up to see his mother ready to to take him to another day of school.
"Ready to go, sweetheart?" Mrs. Peters asked with a friendly smile.
"Whatever." Dylan rolled his eyes.
Mrs. Peters shrugged off her son's Gothic nature, hoping it was only a phase and he would grow out of it soon. Even if she and her husband would call it an Emo phase and not Goth, no matter how many times their son would correct them on it. She drove to South Park Elementary School and once she pulled up, Dylan got out of her car, but he was surprised to see that his mother was coming out with him.
"Mom, what're you doing?" Dylan demanded.
"I'm coming to school with you today, sweetie," Mrs. Peters said with a smile. "I told you I was going to talk with Principal Victoria and Mr. Mackey about your behavior."
"I didn't think you were serious!" Dylan cried.
"Come along now, sugar lump." Mrs. Peters smiled, taking Dylan's hand and walking into the school with him to the principal's office.
Georgie was on his way to meet with Henrietta and Evan, but spotted Dylan being pulled into school on the way. He gasped with fright and hid in a corner as he watched with horror of one of his best friends being taken into school by force.
Dylan felt sick to his stomach being inside the school corridors. He saw several other children his age, younger, or older all chattering to themselves and noticing Dylan. They all stared at him as they had never seen him inside the school building before. Annie, the curly blonde girl pointed to Dylan as he walked by with his mother like he was some alien visitor. "Emo!" she called.
"Emo!" some other students repeated, then they whole school chanted Emo.
"See sweetie, your friends missed you." Mrs. Peters told her son.
Dylan grunted from being called Emo, wanting to destroy all of them. They both then came into Principal Victoria's office.
"Ah, yes, Dylan Peters, come right inside with your mother." Principal Victoria said, softly.
Dylan sighed and sat in a chair as his mother sat in the other.
"Now, Mrs. Peters, I was a little surprised to get a call about your son, mostly because he hasn't shown up to class since third grade." the principal said.
"Excuse me?" Mrs. Peters' eyes widened.
"Your son hasn't come to class since third grade," Principal Victoria replied. "His final words were, and I quote: Class and school is for conformists."
Mrs. Peters glared at her son, then back at the school principal. "That does kinda sound like my son... He's... Well... you know, one of those Emo children."
"I'm not Emo, Mom! I'm fucking Goth!" Dylan snapped.
"DYLAN!" Mrs. Peters hissed at her son for using profanity.
"Well I'm Goth, not Emo!" Dylan crossed his arms, growling.
"Does Dylan get neglected at home?" Principal Victoria wondered.
"No, his father and I always give him attention," Mrs. Peters replied. "He never seems to want it though. But he needs to get put back into class."
"I couldn't agree anymore. Starting today, Dylan will be attending classes like a normal, happy, healthy school student. Same goes for Henrietta Biggle, Evan Michelson, and George Firkle."
"His little friends haven't been in classes either?" Mrs. Peters asked.
"Yes, it seems since Evan ditched classes, he's influenced his friends," Principal Victoria explained. "They're Emo's too. George Firkle has been in classes, but he always sneaks out during nap time and no one seems to notice he leaves the kindergarten classroom."
"Have you spoken with the Biggles', Michelsons', and Firkles?"
"Yes, after you and Dylan leave, I have appointments with them as well," Principal Victoria handed a paper to Dylan. "You will go to this class and if I see you ditching class again, you'll be sentenced to out of school suspension."
"What a perfect punishment." Dylan rolled his eyes, sarcastically.
"Now, run along to Mr. Garrison's class." Principal Victoria told him with a smile.
Dylan sighed and went to class. Mrs. Peters smiled and watched her son leave. "Have a good day, honey! If you stay in class until the final bell, I'll take you out for ice cream!"
Dylan grunted as he wandered down the hall as the bell rang. He took out the paper to take a look and followed the way to Garrison's room. He just prayed to Cthulhu that Henrietta, Evan, and Georgie would be fine and wouldn't die as they were forced back into classes. Dylan finally came up to the fourth grade classroom. He let out a sharp sigh and knocked on the door a few times, and waited for his new teacher to answer and let him join the class.