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: Sorry, this chapter's a little boring

Chapter Two:

It all started when that magic man came to town. At the time, I was living, but not living at all. I attended Horace Green prep school, a school for geeks as I called it. I hated it there. Life was stupid and that's all there was to it. Everyone in my class hated me, probably because I was too cool for them. So I sat in the back and drew fire on my desk all day. Burning things was the only way I could feel good about myself, sometimes I even burned myself purposely. Pain made me feel good, and I didn't like it, I wanted to change.

Then, Dewey Finn came into my life. Well, Ned Schneeblee as we all thought he was. When in reality, he was this dude who needed some money, so he disguised himself as his roommate. When he saw us in music class, he thought it would be a good gimmick to get some more money. So, with that, the School of Rock started. I played the drums, Zach on guitar, Katie on bass, Lawrence on keyboards, and our three back up singers, Tomika, Alicia, and Marta. My parents were very proud of me; finally I had found my place.

So we went to battle of the bands, played an awesome song written by Zack...and didn't win, because it's all about the image nowadays. I suppose that's what got me started, all about the image.

"Talent isn't enough; it's all about the image."

That's what the magic man had said in his anger. I heard him back stage, talking. He was really angry, just before we went on stage he had said that it didn't matter if we won or lost. Clearly that was a lie.

Anyhow...I really shouldn't be stuck in this, it was really the morning after Battle of the Bands when it all started.

I awoke feeling a little weird. Not in a bad way or anything, I just felt punk. I wanted to be more of a rocker than I already was. Then I thought about image.

"I'll just do myself up a bit," I thought, "What's the harm in that?" I took many different hair dyes and cut the sleeves off my uniform. I clipped on a gold hoop earring and thought I looked cooler than I ever did. The way it felt to look like a hardcore rocker was awesome. At least, that's what I thought the look was.

When I got to school, it was proved differently...

"Hey Fre-oh my god! What the hell did you do to yourself?" Was what Katie had said when I saw her. She was my best girl friend at the time, Zack had been made my best friend since the band started, and even he didn't take to it nicely. He had more of a rocker image than I did. His hair was spiked and his earring was smaller than mine. His sleeves were rolled to his elbow and he had an electric guitar pin to his shirt.

"Freddy, man, I know you wanna be punk, but that's just ridiculous, everyone's gonna laugh at you," That was Zack's reaction. From my best friend's reactions being negative, I could assume that everyone else was going to laugh at me.

My assumption was correct. Everyone in my class was laughing hysterically, either that or staring at me. I stood in front of the class, not even bothering to go to my seat, knowing that I would attract stares no matter where I went. Then, I saw her, Summer Hathaway. She wasn't even looking at me, maybe she had spared a passing glance, but it was different.

"It must be a protest to prove moral crap," I thought, and then I decided to see for myself. I leaned against her desk and gazed at her, making sure she saw every part I had changed, earring and all.

"Hey Freddy," She said, hardly looking up from the book she was reading, probably the biography of David Geffen.

"Aren't you going to laugh at me?" I didn't care about being forward. I wanted to know if she was being honest.

"You look different," She shrugged, "Why would I laugh?"

..that's when I knew.