Note: I got the idea of a CDfic, if you will, when I saw/read a SoR/Evanescence one. I thought I'd try it out with Yellowcard, one of my favourite bands... So here goes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yellowcard, their songs, lyrics or music, or the names, characters and settings of School of Rock.

Way Away

"Shut up, sit down, and eat, Zachary. I have no time for this."

Zack stood in front of the dinner table, refusing to sit down. His hand grasped the knob topping his regular chair as his eyes burned holes into the birchwood floor.

"Honey, maybe he's not hungr--"

"I don't give a damn if he's not hungry. He'll sit when I tell him to sit. Sit down, Zachary Blake Mooneyham, or it's your ass."

Zack's grip on the knob grew so tight, it wouldn't have been a surprise if it came off in his hand.

I think I'm breaking out

Too long had things been like this. At eighteen, and about to graduate from the prison that was Horace Green, Zack didn't have to take this drubbing from his good for nothing father.

"Zack, honey, listen to your father…"

"No." Zack looked up from the floor to the wall straight across from him. "No."

"Zachary, I swear to the Lord Almighty, you'll--"

A faint ringing began to make itself apparent in Zack's ears. He just didn't know when to stop, did he? He didn't know when was enough, or just how much his own son could take.

Turning on the spot, Zack headed straight for the stairs, stomping up as if he were seven all over again. Yeah, seven was about right. Seven was right around when his dad decided Zack wasn't good enough for him.

I'm gonna leave you now

There's nothing for me here it's all the same

A bag was already half packed in the back of Zack's closet. It's not like ideas of leaving had just started to pop into his head. Zack, don't walk away from me when I'm speaking to you. It's very rude… And you watch that attitude. Yeah, he had been mulling over the idea for some time. For just about as long as those stupid words had been stuck in his head. Not that his dad's attitude had changed at all over the following eight years. It was all the same.

He took the picture of Summer sitting on top of some old clothes and placed it in his back pocket. He had tried to convince her to come with him, whenever he decided the time was right. But that wasn't enough information for her. And, being Summer meant finishing the school year right to the end.

And even though I know

That everything might go

But she said she'd come right to him the day after school ended.

Go downhill from here I'm not afraid

A few more shirts and a couple pairs of boxers made their way into the duffel bag. His guitar wouldn't fit. Oh well, that wasn't going to stop him. He'd come back for it later. When everyone was asleep.

You can't stop me now

You can't hold me down

"Zack?" Mrs. Mooneyham poked her head into his room. Zack whirled around to hide the bag as best he could. Crap, he had forgotten about his mom. His mom loved him. She wouldn't want to see him leave. And leaving her with his dad alone wasn't exactly a spectacle for her to look forward to, either.

I made it this far now

"Mom, I'll be down in a minute, 'kay? I just need some privacy. I'm… I'm changing."

"Oope, sorry dear!" The door closed. Zack picked up the bag and walked over to his window. Looking out, he saw the sorry excuse for a begonia bush. Taking careful aim, Zack dropped his bag.

"Jesus Christ, Zachary, what the hell are you doing now?!" An angry voice came from downstairs. An angry, nasal, whining sort of voice that Zack had heard way too much of.

And I'm not burning out

Zack flew down the stairs, but all hopes of a quick exit were extinguished when he came face to face with his father. Mr. Mooneyham opened his mouth to talk.

No matter what you say I'm not afraid

His mouth was moving, but Zack wasn't listening. He couldn't have cared less.

Way away away from here I'll be

Zack walked past his dad without a word, surprising the old guy enough to stop talking. Zack's mom was in the next room over, looking out the window to the blue and black duffel back sitting on the begonia bush outside.

"I'll call, okay mom?"

Way away away so you can see

Zack walked out, grabbed his bag, and without a look back, began to walk.

How it feels to be alone and not believe

Anything

Maybe his mom would take a stand now, too. Now that he'd done it. Then, for once in his life, his dumb dad would feel exactly how he makes everyone else feel. Stupid, alone, and angry.

Letting out the noise inside of me

After countless years of shutting up and sitting down, it was time to stand up and push back.

Every window pane is shattering

Maybe now his dad will watch himself, see how careful everyone else had to be.

Cutting up my words before I speak

This is how it feels to not believe

Walking away from his house, Zack finally began to believe.

A/N - I hope it's okay. I love SongFics, I just don't know how good I am at them. Anyway, more coming, so too bad if I suck!