Author's Note- I don't own the characters, the school, or anything really.
I'm probably ripping off someone else's plot too, but guess what? You don't
know me, so you can't sue me! Hah! Actually, I don't even own the gothic
cross Zac wears. It belongs to Cam.
I'm not really sure where this is going right now, but stay tuned and please review. Just a couple of words would be great (flames are used to cook marshmallows so don't even bother).
Actually, I have some questions about School Of Rock (it hasn't come out in Australia on DVD yet so I haven't seen it for ages). If anyone could answer them for me, that'd be awesome. Is Horace Green a High School, a College, or what? What was the name of the teacher Jack Black replaced? And last but not least, my big hangup, what's the last name of Jack Black's character? I can't remember.
If anyone wants to give me a really short summary of the American school system, that'd be great too. I don't want abuse for accidently putting in the Aussie school system.
But on!
CHAPTER ONE
The guitar was screaming, his fans were cheering. Freddy was going mental behind him on the drums.
'Zack! Zack! Zack!' the audience chanted. Zack smiled widely, still playing.
And then he woke up.
'Zack! Zack! Come on, you'll be so late if you don't get up', his mother was saying, cross and harassed.
'Mom', he said, groaning as he dragged himself up in bed. 'You only wrecked the best dream ever.'
'What was it about honey? Come on now, you can tell me at breakfast. I've laid your uniform out for you, so get dressed.' She bustled out of the room, and Zack sat there for a moment, regetting having told her he'd even had a dream at all. He couldn't just blurt out in front of his parents that he'd had an awesome dream about being in the band again. He smacked himself upside the head and went to put his uniform on. Shorts, shirt, blazer, the tie that you couldn't pay other people to wear...
'Oh man', he said softly to his reflection. He slicked his hair down, did the usual morning thing where he stood there and hated his face. Then he opened the closet and took out two things from where they were hidden behind a stack of past schoolbooks. He put them on- his wrist cuff and his gothic cross. The cross had only cost a couple of bucks, and it was awesome- heavy ornate (fake, but what could you expect for $5?) silver with a flaming skull's head in the center. He tucked it into the front of his shirt and made sure the wrist cuff was pushed up a little so it was hidden from his parents. When he got to school, he'd loosen his tie, untuck his shirt and fix up his hair a bit better so that he at least looked like he belonged with Freddy and Katie and the people who were still with the band.
Freddy was waiting until he was old enough to get a real tattoo. Zack was waiting until he was ready to leave home.
He went downstairs to the breakfast table, where his mom and dad sat, reading the paper and drinking juice.
'Have some toast, hon', said his mom, not looking up from the paper.
'Thanks mom', he said. As though he couldn't have made that decision himself, when there was a whole damn plate of it on the table, mostly cold and waiting to be eaten. He helped himself to a couple of pieces, spread them with honey, and bit in. The toast was soggy and cold, and the texture of it, along with the honey, made him want to gag. But he ate it anyway, because his mom would comment if he didn't.
'So tell us about your dream, Zack', said his mom cheerily. Zack's dad looked up involuntarily, and then went straight back to reading the paper. Zack decided to make up some lie they'd believe.
'Yeah, it was great...' he started, but his mother interrupted.
'Honey, don't say yeah. It's so vulgar. Say yes.'
'...because I was driving this racing car and I was going so fast and I was going to win.'
'That's nice, honey', said his mom noncomittally. She didn't know about racing cars, wasn't interested, and was already thinking about her tennis training.
'I suppose you want to go off and became a racing car driver now', muttered his father. Zack ignored him. He still wasn't speaking to his father, and he didn't feel the need to reply to such a stupid remark.
'Are you ready?' asked his mom. He nodded, went to grab his schoolbag, and got in the car to get driven to school.
Thanks for reading this far. Please review. Please? I promise to mention you in a later chapter (or at least in the author's notes).
I'm not really sure where this is going right now, but stay tuned and please review. Just a couple of words would be great (flames are used to cook marshmallows so don't even bother).
Actually, I have some questions about School Of Rock (it hasn't come out in Australia on DVD yet so I haven't seen it for ages). If anyone could answer them for me, that'd be awesome. Is Horace Green a High School, a College, or what? What was the name of the teacher Jack Black replaced? And last but not least, my big hangup, what's the last name of Jack Black's character? I can't remember.
If anyone wants to give me a really short summary of the American school system, that'd be great too. I don't want abuse for accidently putting in the Aussie school system.
But on!
CHAPTER ONE
The guitar was screaming, his fans were cheering. Freddy was going mental behind him on the drums.
'Zack! Zack! Zack!' the audience chanted. Zack smiled widely, still playing.
And then he woke up.
'Zack! Zack! Come on, you'll be so late if you don't get up', his mother was saying, cross and harassed.
'Mom', he said, groaning as he dragged himself up in bed. 'You only wrecked the best dream ever.'
'What was it about honey? Come on now, you can tell me at breakfast. I've laid your uniform out for you, so get dressed.' She bustled out of the room, and Zack sat there for a moment, regetting having told her he'd even had a dream at all. He couldn't just blurt out in front of his parents that he'd had an awesome dream about being in the band again. He smacked himself upside the head and went to put his uniform on. Shorts, shirt, blazer, the tie that you couldn't pay other people to wear...
'Oh man', he said softly to his reflection. He slicked his hair down, did the usual morning thing where he stood there and hated his face. Then he opened the closet and took out two things from where they were hidden behind a stack of past schoolbooks. He put them on- his wrist cuff and his gothic cross. The cross had only cost a couple of bucks, and it was awesome- heavy ornate (fake, but what could you expect for $5?) silver with a flaming skull's head in the center. He tucked it into the front of his shirt and made sure the wrist cuff was pushed up a little so it was hidden from his parents. When he got to school, he'd loosen his tie, untuck his shirt and fix up his hair a bit better so that he at least looked like he belonged with Freddy and Katie and the people who were still with the band.
Freddy was waiting until he was old enough to get a real tattoo. Zack was waiting until he was ready to leave home.
He went downstairs to the breakfast table, where his mom and dad sat, reading the paper and drinking juice.
'Have some toast, hon', said his mom, not looking up from the paper.
'Thanks mom', he said. As though he couldn't have made that decision himself, when there was a whole damn plate of it on the table, mostly cold and waiting to be eaten. He helped himself to a couple of pieces, spread them with honey, and bit in. The toast was soggy and cold, and the texture of it, along with the honey, made him want to gag. But he ate it anyway, because his mom would comment if he didn't.
'So tell us about your dream, Zack', said his mom cheerily. Zack's dad looked up involuntarily, and then went straight back to reading the paper. Zack decided to make up some lie they'd believe.
'Yeah, it was great...' he started, but his mother interrupted.
'Honey, don't say yeah. It's so vulgar. Say yes.'
'...because I was driving this racing car and I was going so fast and I was going to win.'
'That's nice, honey', said his mom noncomittally. She didn't know about racing cars, wasn't interested, and was already thinking about her tennis training.
'I suppose you want to go off and became a racing car driver now', muttered his father. Zack ignored him. He still wasn't speaking to his father, and he didn't feel the need to reply to such a stupid remark.
'Are you ready?' asked his mom. He nodded, went to grab his schoolbag, and got in the car to get driven to school.
Thanks for reading this far. Please review. Please? I promise to mention you in a later chapter (or at least in the author's notes).