Hi everyone. It's the first day of summer break. Yay! So I will give you a new chapter, in all of my excitement. I am kind of nervous posting it; it hasn't been read by anyone of my friends. Don't be too harsh if you review. Please review, though. And if you do, tell me what kind of genre you think that it is; 'general' isn't good enough anymore, so tell me what you think. And, if you review, I want to know if you like what's going on so far, it's getting a little more painful for my favorite guitar player. I can't believe I made him get hurt. I'm sure you all want to know what happened to him, so here's the story and the disclaimer. But first, since the movie never mentioned the city where it took place, (if it did let me know in a review) I'm going to say that it took place in New York, New York, or something like that.

Disclaimer:Here's a question for all of you readers. Do I own all of the original School Of Rock characters? I'll give you ten seconds: ten…nine…eight…seven…six… (this is way two much time, but oh well) five…four…three…two…one…times up! The answer is …NO! I just own the original characters. On to the story.

Dewey's Niece

Chapter Six

The Accident

Zack stormed out of the apartment, tears starting to flow down his face. He brushed them away, thinking that real men didn't cry. But he thought he had reason to. He felt betrayed. He walked over to the blue and black bike that was his. He was still thinking that he was betrayed. Betrayed by his best friend, his crush, and even his band. My life is so screwed up, he thought as he pedaled out onto the street. He had to get to the other side to go home. His house was a ways away, but he wanted to ride his bike. Zack was so busy thinking that he wasn't paying any attention to the traffic. He turned his head and saw a white truck heading toward him. Zack tried to get away, but the truck was too fast. He heard the brakes screech…

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Zack looked around. He was on the ground. He tried to sit up, but the pain was too intense. He didn't know where he was, or what had happened, when he heard two people talking.

"What the heck do you think you were doin', you could have gotten us all killed," said a strong, male, voice. It spoke with anger to another voice, which was shaking.

"I…I…I didn't mean… to," it stuttered.

"Then why don't you get out of your car, instead of sitting in there. You were also part of this accident, so you can come out."

The door of the stuttering man's car opened, and something fell out of the car. The other man picked it up. "A Bud Light can. You were drinking, in the middle of the day. And you could have killed me and this boy over there."

The drunken guy got out of the car. The alcohol was wearing off, and he was just realizing what was going on. "What…happened? Did I…kill…someone?" He looked at Zack, lying on the pavement, covered in blood.

The other man, the one with the strong, harsh, voice, let out a long, low sigh. "Well," he began. "I was driving along, doing the right thing, when you came swerving down the street, all drunk and everything. You were headed straight for me so I moved over. But then I saw this kid." He gestured to Zack. "And I swerved to avoid him. But when I did that, you were barreling straight toward me. So, I swerved again. Then we both hit him. I hope he's not dead."

Not dead, I feel like I'm going to die, Zack thought. With all the strength he had he tried to lift his left arm. The pain was intense. He managed to lift the other arm. He felt his left arm, in which searing pain was going from fingertip to shoulder. When he brought his hand up, he saw blood. He moaned and turned his head to the left. He then noticed that there was blood all over the pavement. Zack remembered the accident. But thinking about the accident and the bloody pavement, made his head hurt, so he closed his eyes, and he passed out.

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"You're joking, right?" Dewey asked as the band headed to the window.

Freddy looked out the window. "'Fraid she isn't." He grabbed Kristi's arm. "C'mon, let's go." He dragged her out of the apartment.

"Wait! Where are we going?" She ran after Freddy.

He spun around. "We have to get to Zack." They ran out of the apartment and into the street. Off to the side of the road was a crumpled, broken bike. It was all shriveled up. Freddy looked up at Kristi. "That's Zack's bike. He got it for his birthday last year." Freddy remembered that sunny, hot day in July. School was going to start in a month and a half.

"Alright, everyone, its time for Zack to open presents," Mrs. Mooneyham yelled. Zack and the seven other guys, including Freddy, ran over to the picnic table where all of the presents were piled up.

Zack ran up to the pile and searched through it until he found a certain present. "I'll open up this present from Freddy first." Zach opened it with excitement. Held up the present, a new guitar strap. It was black with a skull and crossbones pattern.

"This is awesome-I love it!" Zack exclaimed. He looked at Freddy who was smiling. Zack smiled back and said, "Thanks. I love it."

Out of all of the presents, which varied from Ramones CD's to Super Soakers, Zack's favorite was the guitar strap.

"Thanks everyone, I love all these presents." Zack turned to go back over to the pool.

His mom stopped him and said, "What makes you think you opened all of your presents? Dad, Adam and I got you something, too." Zack smiled as his mom called in his brother and his dad.

"I wonder what it is," Zack thought out loud. His brother walked out with a bicycle helmet. Zack frowned, but the frown quickly faded as he saw the bike his father wheeled it in.

Zack ran up to it and said, "Oh my gosh, it's the bike I've wanted! It was so expensive at the bike store, how'd you manage to afford it?"

"We pulled a few strings here and there," Mr. Mooneyham replied. "Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! Can I ride it now?"

Mrs. Mooneyham chuckled. "You can ride it when you're guests leave."

Zack stepped back and turned to his friends. He said, "Alright. Last one into the pool is a pile of crap." Everyone jumped in with a big splash.

Freddy looked at the bike that was now a heap of metal on the sidewalk. "He loved that bike so much. I hope he's not in such bad shape as this thing." He turned to Kristi, but she wasn't there. He turned and saw her on the ground in the middle of the street. She was kneeling in a puddle of blood next to Zack. Boy, did he look terrible. His right arm was cut really deep and really wide. The blood was still spilling out onto the pavement. He still had the bruises and scrapes from the fight. He looked unconscious. Kristi was sitting by him crying.

Freddy started to run to Kristi and Zack, but he was stopped by a tall man with dirty blond hair. He looked like he was in his forties. In his deep voice he said, "Where do you think you're going, young man?"

"To get to my friends." He tried to get through, but the man, who was quite powerful, pushed Freddy aside. "There's nothing you can do, kid. An ambulance was called. It will be here as soon as it can. So just sit by that man, and I will talk to the girl and try to get him away from that mess."

Freddy was knocked down next to a man. He looked no older than eighteen. His brown hair was all matted down. He held his head in his hands, and looked deeply depressed. His bright blue eyes were watery. Freddy took one look at him and decided that he couldn't sit there. Freddy got up and ran over to the man and Kristi. She was talking to the man and looking really upset. Freddy could hear her saying, "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to leave him, no matter what you want."

He stepped up to the man and Kristi. "Dude, leave her alone." He tried not to look at Zack, who was still unconscious. "She-and I-want to sit here by our friend, so shut the heck up, and go wait for the police." The man rolled his eyes and went to examine his truck.

Freddy went to the other side of Zack. "Is he out cold?" He asked Kristi.

"I think," she replied. She shook Zack lightly. "Wake up Zack, come on," she whispered.

Sirens were suddenly blaring. Freddy looked up and saw an ambulance coming. "The ambulance is here," he told Kristi. "Everything's going to be alright."

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Dewey and the band were cramming up against the tiny windows of the apartment. Dewey saw an ambulance coming up the road. "You guys," he said. "Band practice is canceled. You can use my phone to call your folks. I have to get down there." He grabbed his coat and ran out the door. The rest of the group went to wait to use the phone.

Dewey ran out of his apartment and down to the street. The police and an ambulance were already there. They wee loading Zack into the back of the ambulance. Kristi and Freddy were talking to one of the people by the ambulance.

"Can we come with?" Kristi asked.

"No," the man responded. "An ambulance is no place for little kids that aren't hurt."

Freddy glared at him. "We aren't little, and that's our friend in there. Why can't we come with?"

The man sighed. "Take that up with the driver." He shut the doors of the vehicle and went up to the front. Kristi and Freddy watched the ambulance drive away, sirens blaring.

Dewey was also watching. He decided to do something. He called, "Freddy, Kristi, get over here quick."

They ran over to Dewey. Dewey said, "Get in the van. Since they won't take you, I will." Freddy ran over to the van and jumped in.

Kristi went to get in, but Dewey stopped her. "Whoa, girl, what happened to your pants?"

Kristi looked down. The white drawstring pants were covered in blood. She had been sitting in Zack's blood, since the cut on his arm was so huge. "My parents will freak, won't they."

"You bet. Your mom has always been such a neat freak. That'll never come out. And those were some spiffy pants, too."

"I'm not going to change-I don't have the time. But you sound just like my mother. Why? It's not like you."

Dewey shifted his position. "Well, you're parents are coming back in about a week. They are going to send me an airplane ticket for you. It should be here soon"

"They are? Did they work out their little 'argument'?"

"There are fine now."

Kristi sighed and mumbled, "As usual. Do I have to go home with them?"

Dewey looked confused. "Yeah, don't you want to?"

"I would rather stay here, with you." Seeing Dewey's bewildered look, she added, "Never mind. Let's just get over to the hospital, and fast."

Dewey and Kristi jumped into the van and raced on to the hospital, where Zack was being raced to at the same time.

Thanks for reading. You find out if he dies, or is just really hurt, (I can't believe I'm saying this) next chapter, which will be out in a week or two. Please review, or Zack will be really hurt (or dead), so review. Mystery flavored Dum-Dums for my reviewers, and here are the replies:

Shadowfaxgal7-The meanness isn't over, I might do something to some original characters that haven't been introduced yet.

Legolas-Aragorn-r-hot-Kristi might not be as nice as you think. She doesn't have the nicest family, I guess I could say. (You will find out in chapter nine.)

RandomSmirf13-I wasn't too sure that people would be too pleased with that. I can't believe I hurt him!

Falling-leaves-You won't find out until chapter seven, but I have almost cried about what I did to him, thanks to Shadowfaxgal7-who would always bring it up in the hallway and at lunch at school-I can't believe that I hurt him.

Cinder2004-I see that my story is on you favorite list. That's cool, but don't go crazy.

Bri()-Thank you very much.

Bub-I like your story. It's funny. But you've never seen School Of Rock. I try to talk to you next week-then I'll tell you who I really am.