Light My Fire
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this story, or anything from the School of Rock. All the music featured in this story is owned by The Doors and July for Kings. The title of this story is owned of The Doors.
Chapter One
"ZACK! DO NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME!" Zack Mooneyham's father bellowed up the stairs.
"Fuck off," Zack said under his breath before locking himself in his room. Immediately, he took out his prized guitar and began playing it angrily. The walls seemed to shake because of the loudness of the guitar but Zack didn't care. He was sick of his father dictating his life. That's how it's always been, ever since his early elementary years. Zack's father had constantly been pushing Zack in a path so he could "follow the footsteps of his father" and become something important in society. However, Zack had only one love and that was for music. Ever since his band, the School of Rock formed back in the 5th grade, the band, and his guitar was all that Zack lived for. His father took that the wrong way.
Now, Zack seemed a lot different from his early years of being in the band. His hair had grown so now it was right below the ear and into his face. He was a lot taller and more grown. However, he still had the same dark soulful eyes he had before, and for the most part the same personality. In class and around his friends, he was very quiet and reserved, but that all changed when he got his guitar out. As soon as the first note came from his guitar, his personality seemed to flip 180. He was the loudest and expressed all his feelings with that guitar.
The problem was that he was 17 years old. In a year, he'd be graduating from high school and his father was becoming even more persistent in getting Zack to apply for a law or medical school and Zack had been becoming even more and more opinionated to his dad, saying that all he wanted to do was music, and possibly apply for a music school at the most and his father didn't want to hear that. Zack's house was the worst place to be. A lot of the time, Zack would just leave the house and either go stay with Freddy, his best friend, or would grab a sleeping bag and flashlight, and stay the night huddled up in his place-a spot of a few trees guarding an empty space in the middle of them, at the very edge of Zack's yard. His father had never guessed where Zack was staying.
There was loud pounding on the door. "ZACHARY MOONEYHAM, OPEN UP THE DOOR THIS SECOND!" Zack sighed. His father was up in his grill the second Zack had come home from school that day, about applying for some internship at the local college for law and Zack of course said no.
Zack opened the door. "What.....do......you......want" Zack said in a hushed, angered tone.
"I just want you to consider what is in your fingertips! You are a very smart child! You would do very well in any of the schools I suggested! DON'T throw away your life over that music!"
"Dad, step off. I don't need to hear this right now." Zack snapped. He grabbed his guitar and amp and walked past his dad and out the door. He walked down the road to the only place where he felt at home besides in his space.