What We Do Is Secret..., chapter 2
Fuck I'm missing the bus as we speak! I'm running after it and banging on
the sides hoping whoever the fuckwit that's driving will stop!!!
YES! The bus stops and the bus driver opens the door, I quickly run in,
flash last years bus pass and find a seat. I hate the bus I catch, the people on it are mostly preps, jocks or seniors. Most the punks and other rockers catch the other bus which is on the other side of my neighbourhood and a 20 minute walk from my house. But, today I noticed somebody new on my bus.. OH MY DOG IT'S DANIEL! One of my best guy friends!. I ran next to him and gave him a big hug.
"Daniel what the hell are you doing here? Don't you live in Lygon?"
"Hah, used to. We moved to Cecil on the holidays," said Daniel.
"So THAT'S why your phone didn't work, damn Daniel I wanted
to see you on the holidays I thought something bad happened to you!"
"Like what? I turned emo and I slit my wrists a bit too much?"
He's one funny guy. Suddenly the bus ride which was usually boring
or filled with preps and jocks trying to annoy me, is now much better
now that Daniel catches the bus with me. So he's gonna catch my morning
and afternoon bus which is great. Something tells me that Grade 10 is going to be a good year.
We get to school and we split, Daniel finding his mates and me finding mine.
When we saw each other we did our trademark run and hug. Need I say more? We run up to each other, jump up and hug them.
"Shit Sarah you fucking grew, now I'm a fucking midgit", said Amelia.
"Ha Ha Ha you're going to have to wait for your growth spurt!", I replied.
Courtney then suggested we go to the music room corridor and fill in
another tag on the wall opposite the music room door. This has been a tradition
ever since we started high school, every new year we would write our names in one brick and write the year. We plan to write something rude when we become a Grade 12-er, they get away with anything the Grade Twelves.
Then the bell went and an announcement was made over the speakers..
"All Year Nines go to the oval, all Year Tens go to the Basketball Courts..."
At the B-ball courts Rosanna made a shocking announcement to us.
"I got my first rags over the holidays".
Courtney burst out laughing, Danni started applauding and Amelia & I gave her big slaps on the back. Rosanna had always been a late bloomer, she was the youngest, the smallest but she had matured when she got into Grade 7.
But she always felt left out when we complained about our rag pains. So this was a big acheivement for Rosanna. She won't be so happy when her rags become more painful..
"QUIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET." The grade then became quiet as we saw our new Year Co-Ordinator. OH SHIT, it's Ms Winafred. The oldest, meanest teacher in our school. Why won't she go retire already? Or even better, die?
"Okay I want you all to understand this. I will not accept misbehaviours this late in your secondary schooling. You are in Grade 10. You are on the brink of seniorhood. You will sit your School Certificate this year and you must consider your studies right this moment. The School Certificate mark you get will determine what career you can take and whether or not you can go to senior years. As Grade 10's you are in charge of the Talent Quest and putting together the acts..."
At this point me and my mates stopped listening and quietly exchanged "Yesss!" to each other. This is great! We could enter this year and possibly be in charge of the Talent Quest, since we are in a music class.
Daniel's P.O.V
"Sick guys! We can enter the Talent Quest and mesmerize this fucked up grade," I said. I'm in a band with all my friends; Brad, Nate, Anthony & Dave. We call ourselves 'Tangled Chords'.
"Ey, I know what we can play then," said Dave, our drummer.
"Please don't say Fall Out Boy again PLEASE," said Nate, our bassist. He hates Fall Out Boy.
"No, How about Holiday - Green Day? It has a good riff that Daniel could probably learn easily, Brad could replicate Billie Joe Armstrong's voice and Nate & Dave's parts are good too."
This is great I thought, Zeppy loves Green Day, she adores Holiday and if we play this song, I can impress her... WAIT! IMPRESS HER?... I don't like her... Or do I? Oh man...
"DANIEL!" Nate interrupted my thoughts.
"What man?"
"Do you agree to Holiday?"
"Hell Yeah! To Holiday!"
"TO HOLIDAY!" Tangled Chords said all together.
Back to Zeppy's P.O.V
I fell asleep in Homeroom. My new homeroom sucks.
All the art freaks and preps. I sit next to a arty called Jose 'It's HOSE with an ACCENT' Cannavaro. Half Italian, Half Spanish. Whoa.
"Sarah you shouldn't sleep in Homeroom, we are going to get our timetables now how exciting!"
"Oh yes Jose... it's the most thrilling thing ever!"
"I'm glad we get along so well.. OOH TIMETABLE!!"
I roll my eyes. He just doesn't know when somebody is sarcastic.
I grabbed my timetable and started reading, excellent! Double Music on Tuesdays! Which is great since Tuesdays are sport days and school finishes at 2:30 and most my time can be spent in Music!
The bell rang and it was lunch, I ran out to find my mates and compare our timetables, when I was stopped by Carmel...
"Oh my god hey Sarah! I like totally dig your eyeliner, ROCK ON!"
Her pack of plastic look-a-likes of herself then laugh in unison.
If you haven't realized, they're fucking preps, and I hate them all.
"Oh really Carmel? Thanks, I wish I could say the same for you, but heaps of foundation flaking around your huge nose isn't very pretty!" I said in the most fake nice voice I could pull.
"Geez you emo whore I'm trying to be nice to you, but I guess nobody was ever nice to you so you can't take it."
"I'm sorry did that hurt you? I speak my mind you know, Lying is a sin like dear Sister Margaret says and I don't want to go to hell like you and your little friends! Now I have to go and slit my wrists" I said in a sarcastic tone. Trust the preps to not know the difference between emo and punk.
I ran to the music room and there was Amelia, Rosanna, Courtney and Danni already startring to warm up. I apologised for being late and went to get a guitar and plug it into the amp. We started playing Longview, which is what we planned to play at the Talent Quest later this year.
At the end of our practise we were trying to think of a new band name.
"It should have something to do with electricity... like Electric Dreams?" said Danni.
"Good, but not fitting for us," said Courtney.
"Something.....Voltage, VOLTAGE!" Yelled Amelia.
"That's it that's it we are getting there... but what voltage?" I said.
Rosanna had been quiet the whole time, so we got suprised when she started
to talk. "What about Underground Voltage?"
That was the best name I've heard. My decision was made.
"I love that name Rosanna, who else does?"
Courtney started tapping her drumsticks, which ment she was happy.
"I love it too," said Amelia.
"Yeah me too, TO UNDERGROUND VOLTAGE," yelled Danni.
"TO UNDERGROUND VOLTAGE!" we cried in unison.
But little did we know... this would all fall apart.
We did our hushed up, secret and low profile practises so that when
we finally did perform everyone would get a shock and enjoyment.
This would all change.
the sides hoping whoever the fuckwit that's driving will stop!!!
YES! The bus stops and the bus driver opens the door, I quickly run in,
flash last years bus pass and find a seat. I hate the bus I catch, the people on it are mostly preps, jocks or seniors. Most the punks and other rockers catch the other bus which is on the other side of my neighbourhood and a 20 minute walk from my house. But, today I noticed somebody new on my bus.. OH MY DOG IT'S DANIEL! One of my best guy friends!. I ran next to him and gave him a big hug.
"Daniel what the hell are you doing here? Don't you live in Lygon?"
"Hah, used to. We moved to Cecil on the holidays," said Daniel.
"So THAT'S why your phone didn't work, damn Daniel I wanted
to see you on the holidays I thought something bad happened to you!"
"Like what? I turned emo and I slit my wrists a bit too much?"
He's one funny guy. Suddenly the bus ride which was usually boring
or filled with preps and jocks trying to annoy me, is now much better
now that Daniel catches the bus with me. So he's gonna catch my morning
and afternoon bus which is great. Something tells me that Grade 10 is going to be a good year.
We get to school and we split, Daniel finding his mates and me finding mine.
When we saw each other we did our trademark run and hug. Need I say more? We run up to each other, jump up and hug them.
"Shit Sarah you fucking grew, now I'm a fucking midgit", said Amelia.
"Ha Ha Ha you're going to have to wait for your growth spurt!", I replied.
Courtney then suggested we go to the music room corridor and fill in
another tag on the wall opposite the music room door. This has been a tradition
ever since we started high school, every new year we would write our names in one brick and write the year. We plan to write something rude when we become a Grade 12-er, they get away with anything the Grade Twelves.
Then the bell went and an announcement was made over the speakers..
"All Year Nines go to the oval, all Year Tens go to the Basketball Courts..."
At the B-ball courts Rosanna made a shocking announcement to us.
"I got my first rags over the holidays".
Courtney burst out laughing, Danni started applauding and Amelia & I gave her big slaps on the back. Rosanna had always been a late bloomer, she was the youngest, the smallest but she had matured when she got into Grade 7.
But she always felt left out when we complained about our rag pains. So this was a big acheivement for Rosanna. She won't be so happy when her rags become more painful..
"QUIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET." The grade then became quiet as we saw our new Year Co-Ordinator. OH SHIT, it's Ms Winafred. The oldest, meanest teacher in our school. Why won't she go retire already? Or even better, die?
"Okay I want you all to understand this. I will not accept misbehaviours this late in your secondary schooling. You are in Grade 10. You are on the brink of seniorhood. You will sit your School Certificate this year and you must consider your studies right this moment. The School Certificate mark you get will determine what career you can take and whether or not you can go to senior years. As Grade 10's you are in charge of the Talent Quest and putting together the acts..."
At this point me and my mates stopped listening and quietly exchanged "Yesss!" to each other. This is great! We could enter this year and possibly be in charge of the Talent Quest, since we are in a music class.
Daniel's P.O.V
"Sick guys! We can enter the Talent Quest and mesmerize this fucked up grade," I said. I'm in a band with all my friends; Brad, Nate, Anthony & Dave. We call ourselves 'Tangled Chords'.
"Ey, I know what we can play then," said Dave, our drummer.
"Please don't say Fall Out Boy again PLEASE," said Nate, our bassist. He hates Fall Out Boy.
"No, How about Holiday - Green Day? It has a good riff that Daniel could probably learn easily, Brad could replicate Billie Joe Armstrong's voice and Nate & Dave's parts are good too."
This is great I thought, Zeppy loves Green Day, she adores Holiday and if we play this song, I can impress her... WAIT! IMPRESS HER?... I don't like her... Or do I? Oh man...
"DANIEL!" Nate interrupted my thoughts.
"What man?"
"Do you agree to Holiday?"
"Hell Yeah! To Holiday!"
"TO HOLIDAY!" Tangled Chords said all together.
Back to Zeppy's P.O.V
I fell asleep in Homeroom. My new homeroom sucks.
All the art freaks and preps. I sit next to a arty called Jose 'It's HOSE with an ACCENT' Cannavaro. Half Italian, Half Spanish. Whoa.
"Sarah you shouldn't sleep in Homeroom, we are going to get our timetables now how exciting!"
"Oh yes Jose... it's the most thrilling thing ever!"
"I'm glad we get along so well.. OOH TIMETABLE!!"
I roll my eyes. He just doesn't know when somebody is sarcastic.
I grabbed my timetable and started reading, excellent! Double Music on Tuesdays! Which is great since Tuesdays are sport days and school finishes at 2:30 and most my time can be spent in Music!
The bell rang and it was lunch, I ran out to find my mates and compare our timetables, when I was stopped by Carmel...
"Oh my god hey Sarah! I like totally dig your eyeliner, ROCK ON!"
Her pack of plastic look-a-likes of herself then laugh in unison.
If you haven't realized, they're fucking preps, and I hate them all.
"Oh really Carmel? Thanks, I wish I could say the same for you, but heaps of foundation flaking around your huge nose isn't very pretty!" I said in the most fake nice voice I could pull.
"Geez you emo whore I'm trying to be nice to you, but I guess nobody was ever nice to you so you can't take it."
"I'm sorry did that hurt you? I speak my mind you know, Lying is a sin like dear Sister Margaret says and I don't want to go to hell like you and your little friends! Now I have to go and slit my wrists" I said in a sarcastic tone. Trust the preps to not know the difference between emo and punk.
I ran to the music room and there was Amelia, Rosanna, Courtney and Danni already startring to warm up. I apologised for being late and went to get a guitar and plug it into the amp. We started playing Longview, which is what we planned to play at the Talent Quest later this year.
At the end of our practise we were trying to think of a new band name.
"It should have something to do with electricity... like Electric Dreams?" said Danni.
"Good, but not fitting for us," said Courtney.
"Something.....Voltage, VOLTAGE!" Yelled Amelia.
"That's it that's it we are getting there... but what voltage?" I said.
Rosanna had been quiet the whole time, so we got suprised when she started
to talk. "What about Underground Voltage?"
That was the best name I've heard. My decision was made.
"I love that name Rosanna, who else does?"
Courtney started tapping her drumsticks, which ment she was happy.
"I love it too," said Amelia.
"Yeah me too, TO UNDERGROUND VOLTAGE," yelled Danni.
"TO UNDERGROUND VOLTAGE!" we cried in unison.
But little did we know... this would all fall apart.
We did our hushed up, secret and low profile practises so that when
we finally did perform everyone would get a shock and enjoyment.
This would all change.
