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Monday, January 6, 2012.
Weather conditions: freezing cold.
The phrase "morning fog" has never been more fitting than now; it's so thick I can barely see two meters ahead without tripping every few steps. I walk carefully while still lamenting yesterday's events…
I have no idea how I'm going to fix that junk. As far as I know, it's not seriously broken and it's full of gasoline. To make matters worse, what I learned about mechanics in Rock Bottom is limited to fixing bicycles, nothing related to motorcycles. But anyway, I'll keep complaining about that later. Now I have to deal with something much worse.
To begin with, I had to arrange everything at the last minute after sleeping until two in the morning, and I forgot to set an alarm so I woke up forty minutes later, so now I have to walk fast so I'm not late for my first day, and to top it all off I took the wrong path and I just found the street I was looking for.
While I'm chatting up some guy who looks no more than 12 years old online, I start to hear the sounds of several students, so I look up and see it there, standing out like a painful thumb and in the middle of all the fog, appears the building where I will spend the next six months, a school only for dinosaurs; its name stands out because of a sign right in the middle.
Volcano High
A perfect place for a shitty Wad.
As I laugh at my own joke (and feel completely alone doing so), I walk straight towards the entrance. I can hear everyone else starting to greet each other and share anecdotes…
–What's up, buddy!
–Friend, it's been a while!
–Only three weeks, hahaha!
I try with all my might to go unnoticed, ignoring the envy I feel inside, but as soon as I reach the first step, the murmurs assault my ears.
–Hey, is that a Skinnie?
–What are you doing here? And where is your spear?
–He still hunts his food with arrows, right?
Yes, yes, laugh at humans, overdeveloped lizards, I am the anomaly in the middle of all these living froot loops, stupid, when I am halfway up the stairs I decide to look up, but as I do so my mind goes right to the entrance where I contemplate something unusual talking with other girls, it is so strange that I rub my eyes a little to make sure it is not my imagination.
It's a creature that contrasts with everything I've seen before because it's completely black and white, its scales are a light green or blue while it wears some kind of rocker outfit in the most subnormal way imaginable, suddenly I see that thing turn around and look me up and down and then make a face of contempt, the feeling is mutual, bitch…
Wait, is that…? Looking to my side, I see a familiar face…
–Rita?– I say in a voice as loud as an ant, yet she turns in my direction by chance… her previously relaxed face suddenly shows surprise, and against all odds she begins to smile as she waves at me.
–Hey... It's you!–she says excitedly, then starts walking towards me, much to the confusion of those present... and to my misfortune because my alarms are going off as if the Luftwaffe were about to make an appearance.
–Wow, that's crazy, so you also attend this school, right?–puts her hands behind her back and leans forward slightly; it takes me a few seconds to react.
—...uh, oh yeah, sure—I turn away—How do you know it's me?
–Well, my friend, you've just confirmed it for me.
…Good point.
–Besides, you're dressed the same as yesterday—...another one.
–Hey Reeda–the same pterodactyl from before approaches–do you know this guy?–She points at me with his thumb, just like he would at a piece of dog shit.
–Of course Fang, I ran him over yesterday.
…
Suddenly, along with these two, I'm the center of attention for at least half the students on the stairs. I try my best to hide the bruise on my elbow by pulling my jacket down further, but it's clearly noticeable…
—...it's not something that sounds good when said so openly—she blinks at my comment.
–mmm, it sounds bad–she puts a finger to her chin (?).
–Hey wait, is it true you ran someone over?–a third person appears, a purple triceratops with a yellow hoodie and… I quickly raise my gaze before I notice what I was looking at.
–Did you really think I made it up?–For some reason, they both looked at each other.–Anyway, this friend here—she ran a hand over the back of her neck—his name is Aaron… no, it was…
–Anon–she gives me a thumbs-up as I correct her.
–Are you new?–asks the triceratops.
–Uh, I thought that was obvious–i say, she look at me with disgust.
–And what's a skinnie doing here to begin with?–the pterodacts, the anger of the insult is nothing compared to the fear of answering that question, luckily the redhead comes to my aid.
–He doesn't like to talk about it...–
–How do you know?–the raptor shrugs at the question, I feel my social battery drop to -15% so I decide to speak.
–Well,–I say, a little nervously–it was a pleasure talking to you all, but I have to go. I still don't know anything about school and...–
–I can accompany you if you want–she gets closer, hey, why does it smell strange?–You know, because of yesterday and all that.–
–Thank you, but it's not necessary…
–Come on bro, I don't bite—before I can react she takes my hand…
ALERT
ALERT
DEFCON LEVEL 1
–Hey Fang, are you going to see the principal already?–My eyes stare into space while she's still talking.
—I suppose—he looks at my somewhat confused expression, but then shakes his head and looks at her again—I'll make sure everything is in order by this afternoon.
–I have to hand in some work to Carldewsky, see you at lunch–The triceratops and the ptero begin to walk.
–See ya, broskis–she greets her friends and pulls me inside the school while I'm still in shock.
I have no idea how much time passes, the warm sensation of my hand spreads all up my arm, first day of classes and I've already been groped… just as my mind starts to work again we reach what appears to be the main hallway, Reeda lets go of my hand and starts walking beside me.
–This is the main hallway—you don't say—the principal's office is in that hallway and the cafeteria is on the other side. Any questions?
Suddenly, along with these two, I'm the center of attention for at least half the students on the stairs. I try my best to hide the bruise on my elbow by pulling my jacket down further, but it's clearly noticeable…
—...it's not something that sounds good when said so openly—she blinks at my comment.
–mmm, it sounds bad–she puts a finger to her chin (?).
–Hey wait, is it true you ran someone over?–a third person appears, a purple triceratops with a yellow hoodie and… I quickly raise my gaze before I notice what I was looking at.
–Did you really think I made it up?–For some reason, they both looked at each other.–Anyway, this friend here—she ran a hand over the back of her neck—his name is Aaron… no, it was…
–Anon–she gives me a thumbs-up as I correct her.
–Are you new?–asks the triceratops.
–Uh, I thought that was obvious–i say, she look at me with disgust.
–And what's a skinnie doing here to begin with?–the pterodacts, the anger of the insult is nothing compared to the fear of answering that question, luckily the redhead comes to my aid.
–He doesn't like to talk about it...–
–How do you know?–the raptor shrugs at the question, I feel my social battery drop to -15% so I decide to speak.
–Well,–I say, a little nervously–it was a pleasure talking to you all, but I have to go. I still don't know anything about school and...–
–I can accompany you if you want–she gets closer, hey, why does it smell strange?–You know, because of yesterday and all that.–
–Thank you, but it's not necessary…
–Come on bro, I don't bite—before I can react she takes my hand…
ALERT
ALERT
DEFCON LEVEL 1
–Hey Fang, are you going to see the principal already?–My eyes stare into space while she's still talking.
—I suppose—he looks at my somewhat confused expression, but then shakes his head and looks at her again—I'll make sure everything is in order by this afternoon.
–I have to hand in some work to Carldewsky, see you at lunch–The triceratops and the ptero begin to walk.
–See you broskis–she greets her friends and pulls me inside the school while I'm still in shock.
I have no idea how much time passes, the warm sensation of my hand spreads all up my arm, first day of classes and I've already been groped… just as my mind starts to work again we reach what appears to be the main hallway, Reeda lets go of my hand and starts walking beside me.
–This is the main hallway—you don't say—the principal's office is in that hallway and the cafeteria is on the other side. Any questions?
–Why did you do that?–I say abruptly, though she doesn't seem to notice because he just smiles.
–As I said, I'm really sorry about your motorcycle, so I wanted to make it up to you by helping you get settled in on your first day.
—I see—that's very kind indeed.
–There are still a few minutes before classes start. Would you like me to give you a formal tour? With a guide included if you want–she says, throwing up guns with her fingers.
–Ehhh, maybe later.
–Okay–he walks towards the entrance–see you, bro.
–Yes, goodbye…
. . .
Now… LET ME PROCESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED IN ONLY FIVE MINUTES SINCE I GOT HERE… suddenly my legs turn to jelly and with a heavy sigh I lean back against the lockers, that was a lot… A LOT of female contact…
Wait, what time is it?
I quickly take out my phone and realize that there are about seven minutes left before classes start. I check the PDF of my schedule and start looking at the classes I have, until one catches my attention. Music? I don't remember choosing that subject, maybe I asked the Principal later. The clock now shows five minutes. Okay, first class, English with Mr. Tsuki.
I walk towards the classroom while out of the corner of my eye I see two figures walking quickly towards another place, the only thing I manage to see is a horrible Hawaiian style jacket with a mix between brown and green, once I arrive at the classroom I realize that the teacher has not arrived yet nor half of the class, without thinking twice I go to the chair furthest away from the place and I flatten my butt there.
I quickly pull out my phone to do some shitposting, finally finding a victim in a thread about making Turkish coffee, but before I can comment my elaborate reply I hear the bell ring and a wave of students rush in, a gray lizard in a red cap sees me sitting down and grimaces before looking away and sitting down by the window.
When I stop looking at it, I notice two pairs of eyes on me. The first is a green stego that looks at me curiously, while the second is an orange parasaur. Unlike the stego, it looks at me with some annoyance…
–Good morning, crassu– I stopped thinking about them when another stego entered wearing a kimono and wielding a broomstick as a katana… wait, what the hell?–today we have a new student–...
You've got to be kidding me… Is this guy my English teacher? An otaku cosplayer?
–Mr. Anon–the teacher points at me with his hand, as he does so all the students turn to look at me and I feel myself starting to sweat, maybe it was a bad idea to sit here–please introduce yourself–...shit.
The moment I stand up to go to the front, I feel everyone's eyes on me. I put on a poker face as I feel sweat run down my back. For a moment, I notice the parasaur staring at me with a fake smile. When I get to the front, I turn around and inhale deeply. Relax, you rehearsed for a while for this.
–Um, well, my name is Anon Y. Mous, I'm new to this school and…–I feel a tightness in my chest as I see everyone start whispering to each other. For a moment, my nerves betray me, my tongue disconnects from my brain and…
–Why did you transfer here?–the parasaur asks.
–You don't give a shit, right?
. . .
WHY DID I SAY THAT!?
Immediately the woman's eyes widen in shock as everyone else falls silent. Realizing my mistake, I try to correct myself until a voice whispers "Because you're nosy" followed by several laughs.
–Anon-kun–the teacher said disapprovingly–please use proper language, and apologize to the young lady.
–O-of course, I'm sorry– I say, looking ahead before quickly returning to my seat.
The rest of the class went smoothly except for the amused looks from some guys and an almost invisible grimace from the parasaur, although my teacher spoke with such a fake Japanese accent that I felt like my brain suffered from hydrocephalus at least six times, unfortunately I remembered that I have to reintroduce myself in every class… I hate my life.
When the bell finally rang, I didn't think twice and left as fast as I could. For a few moments I heard a voice calling me, but when I turned around to see who it was, I stepped on one of my shoelaces and almost fell, so I kept walking to disguise myself.
Two hours later.
–Alright, brats! Today we have a new kid in school, so it's time for him to introduce himself, Anon Y. Mous! Get your ass out front, now!
What kind of school is this?
I get up from my seat, still confused, as I walk towards the blackboard. The math teacher, Carl… Carldew… Carlsidews…, is standing there looking at me with disinterest. Luckily for me, I managed to control myself well during the presentation last class, so in theory, it should be easier now.
–...okay–well, in theory–my name is Anon Y. Mous, I'm new to the school and…–just as I look ahead I see her.
Reeda.
She sits there next to the purple triceratops with a tired face and slightly red eyes; when we make eye contact, her spirits lift and she smiles a little.
–...I like video games and TV series, and some movies too–I say, a little calmer. Just as I'm about to finish, Rita puts her hands in front of her and makes a buzzing sound with her mouth, pretending to be on a motorcycle. I can't help but smile when I see the guys around her looking at her strangely.
–And, I practice a little motocross– I say without thinking, when I react I see how some students suddenly pay attention to me this time with curiosity, but they interrupt me.
–Yes, yes, very nice. Don't tell me your life story, just sit down–the teacher says before pushing me forward with one hand–Now open your damn books to page 127...
I look at the teacher in confusion before walking back to my seat, not without receiving a couple of pistols from Rita. I just wave and head back to my seat while I hear Ca… uhh, the teacher talking.
During the class I noticed Rita and that purple girl talking about something I couldn't understand, although it seemed to be about me because I saw them glancing at me a couple of times, which made me a little paranoid to be honest. The class felt strangely short and soon the bell rang again.
Okay, lunchtime.
Once outside the classroom, I headed towards where all the other students were going, and it turned out the hawk was right; the cafeteria was on the other side of the hall. Once there, I realized the enormous number of students and the lines for lunch. Without thinking twice, I joined one and…
Filet Mignon?! Carbonara?! Russian Salad?! THIRTY DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS?! What the hell is wrong with this school?
–Are you going to order something?–I lower my gaze and notice the red spinosaurus in front of me with a tired face, I quickly look at the cheapest options until I stop at one.
–Yeah, uh, a slice of pizza?–when I point to the picture the guy looks at me with pity before turning around and taking out a slice of pepperoni, the dried grease and the dull color make me understand why I react like that.
–New to school?–I nod sheepishly, to my surprise the guy takes out a juice box and puts it on the tray–It's on the house today, kid, next!
I walk away somewhat embarrassed, hearing two girls murmuring behind me. Still, I'm grateful to that guy despite him bruising my ego. Just as I look at the tables to find a place to sit, I notice that parasaur again, beckoning me closer. I also see a pteranodon next to her…
–There you are, friend!–My food almost fell when I heard her voice, and when I regained my balance I turned to look at her.
–H-hello again– I say, clutching my chest in fright.
–Be more careful, brother, you almost dropped your pizza– he points to my plate.
–Aha, and whose fault do you think it is?–to my surprise, he pauses to think for a moment.
—Yours—she throws finger guns at me… I swear on everything that is good and holy… I glance sideways at the parasaur’s angry face before Reeda continues
–I came to ask if you wanted to have lunch with my friends–...–You know, being new and all that...–Oh, perfect, he wants to involve me socially, no thanks.
–Ehh, well…–suddenly smiles.
–Okay, follow me–...wait, what? But I haven't said anything!–of course you did, you said "Well", a synonym for "alright".
…
–Come on, brother, I'll introduce you to the gang— Did I say that? How…?–There's only forty minutes for lunch! Come on!—and then she walks past me.
… I am having a stroke right now.
I stare at the parasaur's table as I try to understand what the hell just happened. Once I do, I let out a heavy sigh. I guess I should go to her now, right? Shit. To avoid looking bad in front of the couple, I greet them with a nervous smile as I leave the cafeteria. The pteranodon waves back, confused, while the parasaur has a twitch in her eye, but at that moment I leave the place.
Once outside, Reeda starts walking beside me. Just like before, I notice her eyes are a little red and she has a strange scent… I wouldn't say she smells bad, just odd… like burnt paper…
–How's your first day going?–She says while holding... Since when does he have a tray full of food?–I hope it's going well, there aren't many humans at this school.
–That's what I see–I say somewhat listlessly. The corridor is rather long, so I suppose it will take us a while to get there. Perfect.
–Only Carlewsidewsky and Director Spears are here besides you—that last part catches my attention.
–Is the director a human?–she smiles.
–Caveman, but that means he's human, right?–for a moment I think of something racist but, she's right in fact–you're going to like him, anyway, we're here.
I look around and discover a couple of doors next to me. Reeda is the first to go inside. The lights are on and I can see two other figures inside the auditorium. I carefully enter with my food and the two girls turn to look at us.
–Wow! I thought you were never going to come–the pteron says, looking up from her phone, but then she stares at me–Hey, wait...
–Reeda, what's the ape doing here?–she says with annoyance, perfect, the tricera is a Trigga, just what I needed.
–I invited him, T–he says calmly as he sits down next to them–It's his first day and he needs quality company, right?–
–Tsk, whatever– he goes back to his phone.
–Anon, meet Trish–Reeda points to the triceratops–and my friend Fang–...
–Friend?–I say confused, at that moment the Ptero clenches its teeth.
–I'm non-binary, you idiot...–
Okay, what the hell have I gotten myself into now?
–Sorry, I didn't know–I say as quickly as I can. Normally I'd list all the reasons why that's bullshit, but those claws don't look fake at all.
Since I'm standing around like an idiot because of the INTENSE female presence, I decide to sit down somewhere away from them but close enough not to look like a stalker or something. I take a bite of my cheap pizza and... eww, this thing is incredibly bland, I have to struggle to even chew it.
—So— says the aforementioned Trish—Anon, huh? Where are you from?
–I-it's personal– I say while making faces as I chew the pseudo pizza and the “sauce” gets stuck between my teeth, yuck.
–Are you a transfer…?–Luckily for me, Reeda interrupts her.
–Do you really practice motocross?–she asks, looking excited. This catches Fang's attention and makes him glance at me.
–Well, I did–I say somewhat uncertainly. The truth is, I didn't do it very often because my motorcycle wasn't very suitable for going up dirt roads.
–Oh, right…–for a moment her smile fades… oh shit. Does she think it was because of yesterday?
–It's been a while since I've done it, don't worry–this relieves her a little.
–How long?–and the trigga continues.
Right at that moment I take a bite of my slice, and my jaw starts to hurt, I take it out of my mouth and hit it on the seat in front... it's as hard as the sole of a shoe, perfect, just when I look up I see something I hadn't seen.
–“Vvrum Drama?”–On the stage there is a red drum kit as well as several tangled cables, the bass drum has that name written on it.
–It's our band–Trish says proudly.–Fang is the lead vocalist, I'm on bass, and Reeda is the drummer.
–And a composer!–she exclaims, throwing guns at me with her fingers. For some reason, Fang is the only one who isn't celebrating.
–Are you something like The Warning?... B-but only with two women, of course!–Fang blinks, crisis averted.
–More or less–Fang says listlessly. Suddenly, Reeda looks up before looking at me again.
–We're having a concert after school today, why don't you come and watch?–Trish approached her to whisper something.
A concert, huh?... I'll pass. Being at one means being surrounded by dodgy meteorites in an enclosed space. I'm more into messing with teenagers on the internet. Thanks a lot.
–Yes… I’m sorry, I have things to do after school–Reeda looks a little down again… Why do I feel bad?, she thinks…–there’s the issue of my motorcycle and catching up on my classes–she seems to understand.
*Whistle*
Suddenly, a deafening sound echoes throughout the school before a voice resonates, one that reaches the very core of my being…
–Anon Y. Mous, please come to the principal's office *Beep*–
.
..
…
I forgot to see the principal this morning… I'M SERIOUSLY AN IDIOT.
–I would recommend you go right now– the trigga says playfully, which unfortunately disappears seconds later. –No, I'm serious, go right now.
I manage to say goodbye as I grab my backpack and head out the doors. I glance back one last time and see that only Reeda is saying goodbye to me. I give him a quick wave before running off... I forgot my juice on the chair.
Five minutes later
In the name of all that is holy, where the hell did Reeda say the office of the…?! Oh, here it is. I quickly approach the door and start banging on it.
–Go ahead–...that's the voice of a damn mastodon, I'm seriously screwed.
I carefully open the door and look around the office. To my surprise, it's an extremely elegant place. There are several framed diplomas on the wall, as well as photos of important events. The desks and furniture look as if they're worth more than my entire house, and they're very well organized.
But what catches my attention is the man behind the desk… he is very tall… too tall… he wears a formal suit with a yellow tie and a lapel shaped like a spear, hair that reaches his shoulders, and glasses that reflect the light in such a way that his eyes are hidden in a macabre way.
–Please, take a seat– I obey immediately, although I sink into the seat in front of him, to my surprise the man smiles– First of all, let me introduce myself, I am the director John Spears, I apologize for interrupting your lunch.
–Don't worry– I say, trying to sound calm,–I was already finished anyway–
–I understand, very well, I'll get straight to the point–I swallowed–I was supposed to be received by the student council president, but she informed me that she hadn't found you and that she couldn't speak to you in your first class.
–Excuse me, who is the president?– I say, somewhat embarrassed.
–Her name is Naomi, and she's a blonde parasaur. She dresses formally, as she should. You'll recognize her instantly–Wait, wouldn't that be...? Oh crap–But anyway, since our meeting was delayed, I'd like to be as brief as possible.
–What do you think of our school?–he says while smiling. For a moment I consider thinking very carefully about what I'm going to say if I want my ass to get out of this alive.
–Well… it’s cleaner than my old school, that’s a fact–she smiles approvingly–although, well, personally I get lost very easily in it.
–That's normal, you'll get used to it, don't worry–He starts checking something on the computer. –Is there anything I can help you with?–
–Well…–at that moment a vague memory comes to mind, I quickly take out my phone–actually yes, you see, I checked my schedule and realized that I have the elective subject of “music”–I say as I hand him the phone.
–I understand. What's the problem?–he says, looking at the PDF.
—I didn't choose that subject—in fact, I didn't even choose one now that I think about it—and well, I'd like to know if I could change it.
–Mmm, I see, give me a moment– he starts checking on the computer, after a couple of clicks he speaks again–...in fact, it is possible– he gestures for me to come closer and turns the monitor around.
Let's see, the subjects were French... I don't know why it would be but okay, Home Economics, it might be useful actually, Art, nah too much mental effort... wait, here's something.
–How's 'mechanics'?–what a coincidence, if I'm lucky maybe I can fix my motorcycle, the Director raises an eyebrow before making a face
–Oh, I'm sorry son, I forgot to mark that one as unavailable–...oh, don't mess with me!–you see, the teacher had an accident and is unavailable, so while we find one we've reassigned all his students to other areas.
–I understand–I say with a sigh.
–Don't worry, music isn't as difficult as it seems, you'll get used to it.
*Bing Bong Ding Dong*
Just as the bell rings, the Principal gets up and walks towards the door.
–Anyway, go to your next class and remember, if you need anything my door is always open–I slowly get up and leave.–Oh! One last thing, some students are planning a concert at the end of classes, you're invited if you'd like to come.
–Thank you sir, but I think I'd better go home, I'm a bit tired– too much social interaction for one day.
–I understand, I won't keep you then–He said, closing the door. I carefully made my way to my next class, still thinking about this day…
First of all, Reeda, either she's too sociable and introverted or she's still feeling guilty about yesterday. I don't blame her if she is, although honestly... I kind of like her, plus she's cute... What?
I quickly shake those thoughts out of my head. Anyway, I need to get to my next class quickly; that Roberts girl doesn't sound like a patient person.
After classes
Auditorium
Reeda
*inhale*
Well, well…
I carefully check my drum kit and test the sound: snare drum; ready, cymbals; ready, hi-hat, a little high… ready, floor tom; ready; drums, ready and finally, drumsticks… I should stop biting them, but they're ready.
I try to play a little but I hear a *shh* from Fang, when I turn to look at her I realize that they are tuning the basses while Trish looks through the curtain, for some reason she is making a face, suddenly she makes an angry face and turns to look at Fang.
–Hey, what's your idiot brother doing here?–Fang opens his eyes and approaches the curtain, immediately backing away with a look of horror.
–What's wrong, Fang?–She looks at me, scared.
–There are a lot of people out there, and... wait a second–she says, glancing back as I get up from the drum kit. When I look up, I'm surprised to see so many people here.
Weren't there supposed to be only about twenty people at most? Suddenly my gaze focuses on the tables in the corner; the pizza boxes are already piled high, but I don't remember inviting many people. Then, in the background, I see the leader of the track team…
Fang's wings tense, she clenches her teeth and her gaze hardens, she starts to walk away while taking out her phone and calling someone, she is very angry.
–That useless guy–Trish huffs, but I can see she's a little scared.
—Answer me… WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO NOW?!—I open the curtain a little more only to see that the auditorium is completely full… this is bad—I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO BRING THOSE IDIOTS!
I start to get anxious so I decide to take a sip from my thermos. Instantly, the diluted Carfe goes down my throat and enters my system. I feel myself gradually begin to relax and breathe more calmly. It seems to be over now, I'm fine.
–Listen carefully, you idiot! Get out of here right now before I lose my patience with you! Do you hear me?! *Click* …shit—now she's looking down.
–Don't worry– I say as I put a hand on his shoulder. –Look on the bright side, now more people will be able to see us play.–she looks at me with a little fear before sighing.
–Fang is right–she says as she approaches my side. –It doesn't matter if there are more of them than expected, trust us–This seems to calm Fang down a little.
With determination we headed to our places as the auditorium lights went out. At that moment I used my tail to pull the rope holding the curtain, and it opened… I immediately closed my eyes and inhaled deeply… everything was under control.
I tap my drumsticks to mark the beginning.
one… two… one, two, three.
*NOISE*
I stare at my drum kit with determination as I lay down the rhythm of the song with the pedal and snare drum, repeatedly hitting the hi-hat while suddenly I hear Fang shouting through the microphone. Our underground style might not appeal to many, but it will undoubtedly attract those with a better ear. I continue with the rhythm…
—Hahaha, they still stink!
And I stop dead in my tracks.
Suddenly, a few laughs begin, which then become louder and louder, until they turn into laughter….
—They started from scratch, and they managed to go backwards!
—This is the INVOLUTION of Music!
—Excellent rhythm and lyrics, excellent my queens!... They're worthless!
I carefully raise my gaze only to see the faces of my classmates… laughing at me… at Trish… at Fang…
Immediately a wave of embarrassment washes over me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Trish holding back her tears as I sink deeper and deeper into my seat, trying in vain to hide behind the drums. Then I look at Fang, still standing firm in front of the stage.
–FUCK YOU ALL!–he shouts loudly while raising his finger at everyone.–LET THEM ALL FUCK YOU!–
–You wish you were getting fucked, bitch!–says a guy I don't recognize.
At that moment Fang gets fed up and starts walking towards the exit, pulling Trish by the hand. As best I can, I get up from the drum kit and start running after them while everyone continues laughing… this is horrible.
…
When I arrive with Fang and Trish, my heart breaks. Fang just sinks into his seat, clutching his head and angrily pulling at his hair. Trish is sobbing, and I… I'm just standing there, doing nothing…
Why is this happening to us again?! For a few moments my mind takes me back to… to… Fang is crying now too… and so am I… our band failed again…
I say as I drink what's left of my thermos… we failed again…
…I failed again
*Under*
…
Meanwhile
Anon
–*Typing*... In short, terrible development and shitty graphics, Game Pass is better than this garbage, send.
I sigh as I look at Soni's official page. I don't know anything about this thing, but oh well, it's the thought that counts and... oh look, five answers in less than a minute, it could be better.
It's four in the afternoon. Should I have stayed at school to see the show? …nah, I don't think it was that big of a deal, I mean, yeah, Reeda was going to play the drums but… wait, soon my brain comes to a strange conclusion.
Did she want ME to see her?
…
WARNING, WARNING
DEFCON LEVEL FOUR
A woman invited me to an event, and I didn't accept!
MISSION TO IMPRESS THE SALMON RAPID: FAILED
…
Oh yeah, as if that kind of thing ever happens. She probably just invited me out of courtesy… although, come to think of it… Is Reeda really my friend? We've only known each other for two days, and on the first day she practically killed me. After all, how the heck do you make friends exactly?… Well, it's not like my old “friends” really were…
*sigh*
I need to stop thinking about that, I already have another chance… in a run-down ghetto neighborhood, but you have to start somewhere, right?... I carefully look at the garage door as my mind goes back to remembering today, everything can get better.
…Well?