So, what's this fic about, exactly. Okay, so i was bored one day, flipping through the number of SOR fics that are on the site, and i realized that they don't give Tomika a lotta credit. So, i figured, hey, why not? Plus, i can kinda relate with her 'coz i'm not the skinniest person in the world.
Oh, yeah, this fic takes place about 5 years after the band started and Tomika writes a term paper about her life before School of Rock and her life now.
Tomika: Then and Now
"Tomika!" someone yelled. "Hey, Tomika, wait up!"
She stopped and looked over her shoulder. It was Marta and Alicia, two of her best friends and fellow singers of their band, the School of Rock.
"Hey, turkey sub," Alicia hailed, using Tomika's old "nickname" that the founder of the band gave her. "What's on your mind?"
"Yeah, we only yelled your name six times," added Marta.
"Just the English term paper Mrs. Brandis assigned," explained Tomika as the other two fell into step next to her.
"I know," said Marta, blowing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. "It really sucks!"
"Yeah, between the band and school, who has time to write a five page paper on an event that changed their life?" asked Alicia.
"Oh, about the band. Zack said that there won't be any band practice until summer break starts," added Marta. "Something about his dad and exams."
"I'm guessing Dewey was about ready to take the roof off the apartment?" asked Alicia.
"Actually, he took it better than i expected," commented the former. "He said that he sometimes regretted not having a back up plan or something."
Tomika gaped at her. "Are you sure? That doesn't sound like Dewey Finn."
"And then he got his guitar and started to sing about clone zones that try to turneveryone intopreps," finished the blonde.
Tomika sighed in relief. "Now that's the Dewey we know and love."
Alicia nodded in agreement.
"I better get going," said Tomika as they burst through the double doors that led outside. "Homework."
The other two maded a series of pained expressions. "Have fun doing that paper for the clone zone!" yelled Alicia as the former headed for her car. Tomika waved in response. The teachers stared at them, but, after exchanging looks, they shrugged it off.
"They think that just becauise they're in some stupid band, they can do whatever they want," she heard a blonde prep whisper loudly to her "friend".
She laughed softly. The band of five years, bigheaded? Boy, were they off. Dewey would never let that happen. Every time someone (Freddy) started to walk into practice with "attitude", Dewey would start to lecture and tick off the number of bands that broke up because a member thought he or she was better than the others.
The band wasn't ready for a recording contract yet, with school and all. They all agreed that school came first. Plus, their parents threatened to break the band up if Dewey wouldn't let them finish their schooling before the first album. Even so, the School of Rock was one of the most well-known bands in the country. They toured during the summer and hung out at home during the school year, writing music and practicing.
That night, after dinner, Tomika got out her journals that started from third grade. She flipped through them. They were all full of childish hopes of becoming famous and being tormented because of her size. It was same with her fourth grade journal. But, halfway through the fifth grade journal, it changed. She was happy and...proud of herself. She flipped through the other journals, and they were all happy and discussed her hopes and dreams about the band. In one, there were lyrics a dozen and a half songs that she wrote. Sighing in a rather depressed manner, she put her journals away and took out a sheet of notebook paper. No inspiration came.
"Stupid Mrs. Brandis," she muttered under her breath, doodling on the sheet of paper. Then it hit her. She quickly tucked her pen behind her right ear. Then she grabbed her laptop and turned it on. As she clicked the icon for Microsoft Word, the words started to form.
She started to type quickly. The words came together like two tributaries forming a stream. She knew what she was doing. But then, she didn't remember how exactly some of the things went. She went back to her bookshelf and grabbed her fifth grade journal and started to copy somethings from it. By midnight, the last paragraph was done. She changed into her pajamas before getting in bed and falling into a peaceful slumber.
Go on, read the next chapter...it'll show you the final copy of her paper.