Katie

It was a rainy school day. Katie, a senior high schooler sighed because there were still three more hours of school and she already flunked her pop quizzes two times that day.

"Sucker," she whispered very silently while her math teacher was putting up some math problems.

"Okay class," the teacher said. "I want a volunteer to answer these questions."

Nobody wanted to raise they're hands. Katie, as usual, wasn't paying attention and was just slouching, playing with her hair and drawing a bass guitar in her notebook.

"Ms. Browne," the math teacher said. "I believe you know these math problems."

She stared at her teacher.

"Excuse me?" Katie said.

"Ms. Browne, please answer the problems written in the board," the math teacher said. She was squinting slightly. Her blue eyes were fixed to Katie.

Katie stood up tilting her head slightly over her right shoulder. She remembered the good all times during the 5th grade. There were weeks of just music and she remembered all her great friends: Summer, Freddy, Billy, Zack, and the rest of her class. They had that one killer show and then at the end, they officially formed a band that broke up three years ago. Those good days always would brighten up Katie's days.

Katie stood in the center of the black board trying to figure a way to answer those really difficult math problems the math teacher wrote.

Freddy

"Bummer," Freddy mumbled. He was lying down lazily on his couch. "What the hell should I do?"

He looked at some magazines. "Uh," he said. "Read all of them. What now? Hear some more of AC/DC? Led Zeppelin?"

Freddy Jones hasn't go to school for a year and never really want to go. His parents live in California and his parents thought that he was studying at this really fancy high school when he really is just sitting around just wanting some real weird miracle to happen.

"I wonder if my friends are online," he whispered to himself. Unfortunately, nobody was online. "Stinking me! I just realized they're in stinking school."

He closed his computer and fell on his couch.

"I don't know what to do," he groaned. "I don't know what to do in my life."

He decided to look at old demos. He found the songs they played in the 5th grade. He smiled thinking of all those memories and when he knew what he wanted in life and how all his worries would just fade away the moment he played his drums.

Zack

"The formula d = 7t2 associates with each number t some number d. If we use f to label this function, then f(t) = 7t2. Thus, f(1) = 7 X 12 = 7, f(2) = 7 X 22 = 28, f(10) equals," Zack stopped. Zack was good with these numbers only when they get to the end. Zack was forced by his so strict dad to go to this fancy high school.

"Please continue," his teacher said.

"Ms. Smith, I can't continue," Zack said. He started to go back to his desk.

"And why not?" she asked.

Zack was annoyed because he still had three more hours of school. At the same time he was mad of his dad. Life would have been much more easier if he didn't go to this private high school.

Zack just wanted to feel happy. He just wanted to here good music. Music that actually rocked. In this stinking private school, there were music limits especially if you lived in a dorm. He's always afraid to debate about that issue.

"I can Ms. Smith," said Jenna.

"Good, please come up," Ms. Smith mentioned.

Zack rolled his eyes. Jenna admires Zack. Jenna is the bossy, popular girl who always wants everything right and she dresses like a freak always trying to be a show off. He could never take it.

As Jenna walked to the board, she smiled sweetly at Zack. Zack just put his hand in his forehead thinking that he could really use some rock music because of his depression during school.

Lawrence

Lawrence was at music class, playing some classical piano. As he played, his head moved gracefully to the music. Three years, he hadn't played the keyboard. The only time he played the keyboard was when they had practice during School of Rock practice. His father, though loved the end of the year performance, wanted Lawrence to play Classical piano no matter what.

Thinking about the keyboard made Lawrence mess up during his practice. Whenever he thinks of School of Rock he would just suddenly mess up.

"Lawrence," his music teacher said. "You messed up five times today. Do you have a problem that maybe bothering you?"

"No," Lawrence whispered.

"Please just play that classical piece correctly and I don't want you to be replaced," the music teacher groaned.

He nodded.

I wonder if I'll ever find my friends again?

Summer

"Can I just work here?" Summer asked.

"For the hundredth time no!!! We already have a band manager and I don't want another one," shouted the main guitarist.

"Fine," Summer sighed.

Summer finished school earlier than any of her friends for she always loved studying. Now her problem was her career. She wants to be a band manager because for three years, she loved being the boss and organize things. But of course, her parents had a plan B. Other than being a band manager, she always had an option of a Nurse. But of course, a Nurse wasn't as fun.

She walked down the cold New York street finding another band offering. As she walked, she walked pass an old flyer that said School of Rock, finding more rockers.

That experience inspired her to be a band manager. And she misses her band so much. And most of all, she missed being young and free.