Disclaimer: School of Rock and its characters do not belong to me.
Author's notes: The reviews are wonderful thank you. Swimmerkitti has asked what Blacky and Slick essentially mean, and since I don't really plan on explaining it in the story, here you are. Blacky is do to the fact that Katie's favorite color is black and she's always wearing it. Slick is basically making fun of the fact that Zack isn't the smoothest person on the planet. And just in case you couldn't get Whacker, it's do to the fact that Freddy plays drums and he's a bit insane.
Ch3
Summer entered the student health center, and went to the front desk. "I'm Summer Hathaway. I have an appointment with Dr. Green."
"Right down the left hall dear." The receptionist pointed.
Summer nodded and began to make her way down the hall, thinking about what Dr. Green would be like. Most likely he would want to do some sort of exercise, then ask her how she's been since her last visit. She knew from experience.
She had come from the her first class, and elective she had taken, creative writing. Zack had been with her, and had offered to walk her to the health center, but she had declined, having been caught in a whirlwind of her old friends the past three days. Looking back, it hadn't been that bad, but she hadn't ever planned on running into them period, let alone be living with them. Things got twisted very quickly.
Summer found herself in another reception area, that was white and empty aside from the receptionist. "I'm Summer Hathaway--."
"Oh yes, Dr. Green is expecting you." The receptionist cut her off, in an eager tone. "Right through that green door.
"Thanks." Summer went to the door, already open, and went in.
"Summer, welcome." Dr. Green smiled. "Come in and make yourself comfortable." Summer complied, directing herself to a place in front of Dr. Green's desk, looking the doctor over. He had dirty blond hair, but was balding. "I've listened to some of the sessions that you had with your previous Dr., Dr. Phillips. Though I've become more familiar with your case, I'd like to do a word association exercise to help me really get to know you. Afterwards, I'm going to ask you about some of your answers, and then we'll talk about how things have been since you're last visit." Summer nodded, inwardly rolling her eyes. "I'm going to say a word, and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to your mind." He paused. "Sun."
"Sunglasses."
"Moon."
"1969."
"Car."
"Tar."
"Alcohol."
"Poison."
"Music."
"School of Rock."
"Wheelchair."
"Hot Wheels."
"Guitar."
"Zack."
"Cake."
"Food fight."
"Surprise."
"Birthday."
"Friend."
"Zack."
"Accident."
"Pain."
"Stars."
"Chart."
"Write."
"Zack."
"That's enough of that." Dr. Green looked down at his notes. "You said School of Rock. Is that a band?"
"It's the band I was a member of until after eighth grade. I was band manager."
"Were you successful? Did you get a record deal, or make a lot of money?"
"No, but that's not true success when it comes to rock music. True success is playing a great show, and we did that." Summer explained.
"That's a good attitude." Dr. Green made a note. "Now you also mentioned the name Zack three times. What's your connection to him?"
"I've known Zack since I was a baby. We've always been relatively good friends."
"Three times is a lot for just a friend."
Summer's tone got defensive. "He's a good friend Dr. Green. Like I said, we've been friends for 18 years. He's bound to show up more than once in a word association exercise."
"But you didn't mention any other friends. Surely you do have others."
"You didn't mention anything that brought them to be the first thing on my mind. I'm sure if you had kept going, you would have heard many other names."
"Yes, I suppose I would have." Dr. Green nodded. "Tell me though, would I also hear Zack many more times?"
§ § §
Katie looked down at the textbook, reading the introductory pages, as was instructed by her professor. Freddy and Zack had joined her, Zack working on a writing assignment, and Freddy, his professor having not assigned anything, read a magazine. Katie rubbed her temples, and looked out the window. "I can't concentrate."
Freddy looked up. "Why not? It's raining. You hate the rain. And it's as quiet as a funeral home in here."
Katie glared. "This introduction is filled with big words that have no purpose, just so the author could show off his knowledge. It makes it so much harder to just get the information, because you have interpret every sentence."
"Maybe it gets better after the intro , Blacky." Zack offered. "At least you're not in creative writing. Our assignment is just plain stupid."
"What is it?"
"Write a letter to your parents as if you were a 13 year old at summer camp."
"What's the point of that?" Freddy raised an eyebrow.
"To widen our horizons on what we can write, and to see what level everyone's at."
"Talk to Hot Wheels." Katie suggested. "She's in your class isn't she?" Zack nodded. "Speaking of Summer, where is she?"
"I'm here." A dripping Summer entered the dorm room. "Sorry. My appointment went longer than expected."
"How's the weather out there?" Zack joked at her appearance.
"Oh it's peachy. If it would just start thundering, it would be the mood Dr. Green has put me in."
Freddy went back to his magazine. "Someone's not a happy camper."
"I'm never happy after visiting the shrink. You wouldn't be either."
"Maybe you should just take your mind off of it." Katie looked from Summer to Summer's computer. "From what I hear, you've got a creative writing assignment."
"That? I only half paid attention in class. I'm almost done." Summer shrugged.
The three shook off the fact that that type of behavior wasn't like Summer, and Zack spoke. "Really? Because I'm having the hardest time with it. What did you do?"
"Well, Professor Milford never set any specific guidelines about our character aside from the fact that it had to be a thirteen year old at summer camp. I took that to my advantage, and made the character of above average intelligence and be at a very different camp. Here." Summer reached behind her chair, to a backpack and pulled out a note book.
"Dear Mom and Dad." Zack read aloud. "Camp has a very home-like atmosphere. I've been given my own cage right in the middle of the mess hall for me to spend my days and nights in. Isn't that the cats pajamas?" Zack paused. "You have one messed up character."
"Thank you."
"I hadn't thought of the project this way."
"Well, it's called creative writing for a reason, Slick. Use that creativity of your for something."
Freddy again looked back up. "Summer, this may be a bit of weird question, but are you sure you didn't gain any sort of mental disorder while you were gone?"
"Why do you think I'm seeing a shrink?"
Katie faced Freddy. "Stupid question Whacker."
"But I thought your aunt makes you see him." Zack pointed out.
"I have to be a bit nuts. Otherwise they would have stopped counseling a long time ago."
"Point taken. Though you can't be worse than Freddy." Katie nodded.
"I'll have you know, no one has ever even made me go the guidance counselor." Freddy protested, closing his magazine.
"Katie be Freddy for a sec." Zack ordered. "Freddy what do you like to do?"
Katie shrugged, mocking. "I don't know...burn stuff."
"That was me being a 10 year old boy. And how is it that you remember that, but you don't remember telling me that you'd go out on a date with me if we lost the eighth grade battle of the bands?"
"Because I never said that." Katie rolled her eyes. "It's hard to remember fictional events."
"What are you talking about?" Freddy exclaimed. "It's not fictional. We were talking after practice. Summer and Dewey had said we had an 95% chance of winning. I was asking you to go to the movies, and you said, you would if we lost Battle of the Bands."
"I never said that." Summer shook her head. "And Dewey wouldn't have figured out a percentage like that."
"Come on. Can't anyone throw me a bone here?" Freddy looked pleadingly at Zack.
"I've told you before man. I wasn't there." Zack put his hands up. "And even if I was, I do not get involved with stuff between you and Blacky. That just gets me in trouble with one of you. I prefer to be neutral."
Freddy mock-glared. "I'll remember that, next time your in hot water with someone."
Summer smiled sweetly. "Now, I know I wasn't there, and I'm pretty sure I didn't say that, but if you're that anxious to go out on a date with Katie, I'm sure if you just ask she might be a bit more willing than you referring to some deal you claim you made in the eighth grade."
"Oh, shut up."
There's chapter three. Quick feedback question. How did you like the scene with Dr. Green? Do you want to see more of him or less?
Random Quote of the Day: "Hey everybody, how about a song?" –Employees at Cold Stone Creamery
A thanks to reviewers.
Harry Potter's Crazed Stalker
Pannalid
maigain
Nanners-77
Swimmerkitti
Author's notes: The reviews are wonderful thank you. Swimmerkitti has asked what Blacky and Slick essentially mean, and since I don't really plan on explaining it in the story, here you are. Blacky is do to the fact that Katie's favorite color is black and she's always wearing it. Slick is basically making fun of the fact that Zack isn't the smoothest person on the planet. And just in case you couldn't get Whacker, it's do to the fact that Freddy plays drums and he's a bit insane.
Ch3
Summer entered the student health center, and went to the front desk. "I'm Summer Hathaway. I have an appointment with Dr. Green."
"Right down the left hall dear." The receptionist pointed.
Summer nodded and began to make her way down the hall, thinking about what Dr. Green would be like. Most likely he would want to do some sort of exercise, then ask her how she's been since her last visit. She knew from experience.
She had come from the her first class, and elective she had taken, creative writing. Zack had been with her, and had offered to walk her to the health center, but she had declined, having been caught in a whirlwind of her old friends the past three days. Looking back, it hadn't been that bad, but she hadn't ever planned on running into them period, let alone be living with them. Things got twisted very quickly.
Summer found herself in another reception area, that was white and empty aside from the receptionist. "I'm Summer Hathaway--."
"Oh yes, Dr. Green is expecting you." The receptionist cut her off, in an eager tone. "Right through that green door.
"Thanks." Summer went to the door, already open, and went in.
"Summer, welcome." Dr. Green smiled. "Come in and make yourself comfortable." Summer complied, directing herself to a place in front of Dr. Green's desk, looking the doctor over. He had dirty blond hair, but was balding. "I've listened to some of the sessions that you had with your previous Dr., Dr. Phillips. Though I've become more familiar with your case, I'd like to do a word association exercise to help me really get to know you. Afterwards, I'm going to ask you about some of your answers, and then we'll talk about how things have been since you're last visit." Summer nodded, inwardly rolling her eyes. "I'm going to say a word, and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to your mind." He paused. "Sun."
"Sunglasses."
"Moon."
"1969."
"Car."
"Tar."
"Alcohol."
"Poison."
"Music."
"School of Rock."
"Wheelchair."
"Hot Wheels."
"Guitar."
"Zack."
"Cake."
"Food fight."
"Surprise."
"Birthday."
"Friend."
"Zack."
"Accident."
"Pain."
"Stars."
"Chart."
"Write."
"Zack."
"That's enough of that." Dr. Green looked down at his notes. "You said School of Rock. Is that a band?"
"It's the band I was a member of until after eighth grade. I was band manager."
"Were you successful? Did you get a record deal, or make a lot of money?"
"No, but that's not true success when it comes to rock music. True success is playing a great show, and we did that." Summer explained.
"That's a good attitude." Dr. Green made a note. "Now you also mentioned the name Zack three times. What's your connection to him?"
"I've known Zack since I was a baby. We've always been relatively good friends."
"Three times is a lot for just a friend."
Summer's tone got defensive. "He's a good friend Dr. Green. Like I said, we've been friends for 18 years. He's bound to show up more than once in a word association exercise."
"But you didn't mention any other friends. Surely you do have others."
"You didn't mention anything that brought them to be the first thing on my mind. I'm sure if you had kept going, you would have heard many other names."
"Yes, I suppose I would have." Dr. Green nodded. "Tell me though, would I also hear Zack many more times?"
§ § §
Katie looked down at the textbook, reading the introductory pages, as was instructed by her professor. Freddy and Zack had joined her, Zack working on a writing assignment, and Freddy, his professor having not assigned anything, read a magazine. Katie rubbed her temples, and looked out the window. "I can't concentrate."
Freddy looked up. "Why not? It's raining. You hate the rain. And it's as quiet as a funeral home in here."
Katie glared. "This introduction is filled with big words that have no purpose, just so the author could show off his knowledge. It makes it so much harder to just get the information, because you have interpret every sentence."
"Maybe it gets better after the intro , Blacky." Zack offered. "At least you're not in creative writing. Our assignment is just plain stupid."
"What is it?"
"Write a letter to your parents as if you were a 13 year old at summer camp."
"What's the point of that?" Freddy raised an eyebrow.
"To widen our horizons on what we can write, and to see what level everyone's at."
"Talk to Hot Wheels." Katie suggested. "She's in your class isn't she?" Zack nodded. "Speaking of Summer, where is she?"
"I'm here." A dripping Summer entered the dorm room. "Sorry. My appointment went longer than expected."
"How's the weather out there?" Zack joked at her appearance.
"Oh it's peachy. If it would just start thundering, it would be the mood Dr. Green has put me in."
Freddy went back to his magazine. "Someone's not a happy camper."
"I'm never happy after visiting the shrink. You wouldn't be either."
"Maybe you should just take your mind off of it." Katie looked from Summer to Summer's computer. "From what I hear, you've got a creative writing assignment."
"That? I only half paid attention in class. I'm almost done." Summer shrugged.
The three shook off the fact that that type of behavior wasn't like Summer, and Zack spoke. "Really? Because I'm having the hardest time with it. What did you do?"
"Well, Professor Milford never set any specific guidelines about our character aside from the fact that it had to be a thirteen year old at summer camp. I took that to my advantage, and made the character of above average intelligence and be at a very different camp. Here." Summer reached behind her chair, to a backpack and pulled out a note book.
"Dear Mom and Dad." Zack read aloud. "Camp has a very home-like atmosphere. I've been given my own cage right in the middle of the mess hall for me to spend my days and nights in. Isn't that the cats pajamas?" Zack paused. "You have one messed up character."
"Thank you."
"I hadn't thought of the project this way."
"Well, it's called creative writing for a reason, Slick. Use that creativity of your for something."
Freddy again looked back up. "Summer, this may be a bit of weird question, but are you sure you didn't gain any sort of mental disorder while you were gone?"
"Why do you think I'm seeing a shrink?"
Katie faced Freddy. "Stupid question Whacker."
"But I thought your aunt makes you see him." Zack pointed out.
"I have to be a bit nuts. Otherwise they would have stopped counseling a long time ago."
"Point taken. Though you can't be worse than Freddy." Katie nodded.
"I'll have you know, no one has ever even made me go the guidance counselor." Freddy protested, closing his magazine.
"Katie be Freddy for a sec." Zack ordered. "Freddy what do you like to do?"
Katie shrugged, mocking. "I don't know...burn stuff."
"That was me being a 10 year old boy. And how is it that you remember that, but you don't remember telling me that you'd go out on a date with me if we lost the eighth grade battle of the bands?"
"Because I never said that." Katie rolled her eyes. "It's hard to remember fictional events."
"What are you talking about?" Freddy exclaimed. "It's not fictional. We were talking after practice. Summer and Dewey had said we had an 95% chance of winning. I was asking you to go to the movies, and you said, you would if we lost Battle of the Bands."
"I never said that." Summer shook her head. "And Dewey wouldn't have figured out a percentage like that."
"Come on. Can't anyone throw me a bone here?" Freddy looked pleadingly at Zack.
"I've told you before man. I wasn't there." Zack put his hands up. "And even if I was, I do not get involved with stuff between you and Blacky. That just gets me in trouble with one of you. I prefer to be neutral."
Freddy mock-glared. "I'll remember that, next time your in hot water with someone."
Summer smiled sweetly. "Now, I know I wasn't there, and I'm pretty sure I didn't say that, but if you're that anxious to go out on a date with Katie, I'm sure if you just ask she might be a bit more willing than you referring to some deal you claim you made in the eighth grade."
"Oh, shut up."
There's chapter three. Quick feedback question. How did you like the scene with Dr. Green? Do you want to see more of him or less?
Random Quote of the Day: "Hey everybody, how about a song?" –Employees at Cold Stone Creamery
A thanks to reviewers.
Harry Potter's Crazed Stalker
Pannalid
maigain
Nanners-77
Swimmerkitti