You Rocked My World by LostInMySanity
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the school of rock characters or anything from the movie; they are property of Mike White and the production company.
A/N: My first SOR fanfic, I apologize if anyone is OOC. I swear, it gets better than the first chapter.
Chapter One:
I am an old man now, my mid-90's. It's hard to believe that I have lived this long, almost as if my entire life were a lie that passed by like wild fire. My wife was gone; I had to live with it. She was in a better place. All the people that had meant more to me than anything, they were all gone. And there I sat, an old man, with nothing to live for. I had to live off the care of my granddaughter and her children. It made me feel guilty, like a burden. I needed special care and they gave it to me, but they never stopped to talk. I was very lonely.
I heard steps coming down the stairs, into my room. My first visitor in six months. It had to be, it wasn't a meal time or anything. Just someone coming down the stairs to talk to old me.
"Grandpa Freddy?" It was my great-granddaughter, Margo. She stood there, her blonde hair and brown eyes. A combination of my wife and I, it was almost like looking back on the life I once had, a good life.
"Yes sweetheart?" I answered. I called all women sweetheart, ever since my days as a punk rock heartthrob.
"I um...I would like to talk to you." She said, she seemed quite uncomfortable; she had never talked to me. It must've been as awkward for her as it was for me.
"What about?" I asked. There must've been a reason; people don't make small talk with me. I'm too old, blind as a bat and deaf also. Still, there had to be something spark left it me, right?
"Well, for school, I need to do a biography on someone in my family. You get extra-credit if the person is over eighty-," She explained, ah, so she was using me for a better grade, that's what this was about, "And well, since I don't know anything about your life, I figured, why not give it a shot?" She added, probably seeing the expression on my face that said, "So you're using me, is that it?"
I stared at her, I could see it in her face, she thought she wasn't going to enjoy this, "Hey, I'll have you know, I used to be a hardcore punk rocker!" I exclaimed with probably more strength then I could spare.
She cocked her eyebrow, "You? A rocker? Let alone hardcore..." You could tell she was interested.
"Yes, me, hardcore. You don't need my entire life, do you? The first ten years are quite boring..." I trailed off, thinking, did I really remember what happened the first ten years of my life?
"Well...I could just...make it up?" She asked, kind of unsure of herself.
"Yeah, sure, you do that." I replied, thinking about what I was going to say. How did I feel when that magic man came into my life? When I started banging on those drums along with the rest of the band? The feeling was so great, it was indescribable.
"You're... telling me to cheat?" Margo looked confused. An adult had just told her to cheat, to make ten years of a person's life up.
"Yes...it's not like I've never done it, now, take accurate notes, it's gonna be a long ride. I am 94 after all." And with that I began my story.