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- She was behind jet black drums
- He was on a guitar, playing lead
- She was screaming into a mic, her guitar playing rhythm
- He had a bass, his sound resonating through the room
- She was at a mic, singing the words of-

I was cut off from my daydream as the music teacher gave me sheet music to play off of. “You’re here for once, so…” Flute.
“I don’t play flute.” I closed the book and handed it back to her.
“So why are you in this class?” Gezzl, the female music teacher smiled, it was a fake smile.
“Not like I chose to be.” The teacher gasped at my comment.
“Miss Way, now will you please step out of the classroom?” I did, fixing my hoodie on the way out. I leaned against the wall.
“Yeah?” I asked, not being able to control the boredom that swept into my voice. She shook her head, putting a hand on her hip, and sighed.
“Bandit, now I know that you have been skipping this class, but I don’t understand the cruelty and disrespect from you on the rare occasions you actually appear.” I sighed and shifted my position. I really need a cigarette right now.
“Miss Way! That is no way for a middle school student to speak!” The teacher exclaimed as I realized that I had said my little cigarette craving aoud. Fuck, this is exactly what I need right now. I reached for my pocket, immediately changing the mindless movement. I pulled down the hem of my shirt to cover my pack pocket.
“Please,” she whispered “I get it, smoking calms my nerves. Trust me. There are times when I just want to sit with my feet on the desk, and a cigarette in my mouth. Just not at school, okay?” She chuckled softly to herself as my jaw dropped. I shook my head, moving my hand to fix my black and red mohawk.
“Now,” she went back to her ‘reasoning teacher’ voice “if you really don’t lie this class, I can try to get you into a class that would fit you. Art, for example, I mean, I’ve seen your work, very impressive…” She dragged on. I glanced at the clock, Ten minutes till lunch time to get this party over. I cleared my throat, not waiting for Gezzl to finish her blabbing.
“I don’t want a different class. I’ll just stick to ditching, I get more productive stuff done than in class anyway.” I walked back into the class, leaving the teacher to follow.
“Bandit,” an old friend, Alice I recall, hissed at me, trying to get my attention. She tried again. “Bandi-”
“What!” I growled, making her jump back, losing all trust for me. Good.
“Oh, I was just, uh, nevermind.” She turned back in her seat. No, she took up my time, she was going to tell me why. I glared at her, and she finally got the message.
“I was j-just wondering how you’ve b-been these days,” she stuttered, obviously nervous. “s-since we ha-haven’t seen each other really since, uh, fifth grade.” i grunted my answer.
“Fine.” I looked at her, the poor girl looked almost as if she was going to cry. Good.
The bell rang and I went to my locker, throwing my books in the box, slamming the door. I snuck out the back entrance, walking down the familiar street of houses. The best part of the day…

I knocked on the wooden door of a house I loved. The door opened and I smiled at the man standing there.
“Hey Bandit, what’s up?” Frank let me into the house, a very flushed looking Gee sitting on the black leather couch. Frank looked pretty flushed as well, I raised a suspicious eyebrow. The two men blushed as I caught their loving action. I walked over to Gerard, hugging him.
“Hey hun, how’re you?” I hugged him again.
“Hi daddy.”

Notes

sorry its short, it looked longer in the paper makeshift book I was writing in @ school. hope you like! luv u all

yeah and srry about the random updates, w/ school and no phone, its hard 4 me to get to the site.