The evil music teacher who happens to be the ex drummer of Green Day, chapter 1
As soon as he walked through that classroom door I knew there was something up with him. He looked like he'd rather be somewhere else than here, and he looked like a teacher that could be easily annoyed. Always a grouch.
"Now class, Gather around. I am Mr. Kiffmeyer and I will be your music teacher." He grinned.
Kiffmeyer. No wait it couldn't be...
I shot up my hand.
"Yes?" He asked.
"What instrument are you best at? And have you ever been in any bands?" I asked.
"Drums. And yes." He looked at me weirdly. He knew I knew something.
There was a buzz of whispers coming through the classroom. He then noticed my best friend Isabelle's Green Day t-shirt.
"You with the Green Day T-shirt. Out, no talking now," He said evilly to her. He had a trouble saying "Green Day".
She gasped and stormed out.
"I bet you're terrible at drums," I spat at him.
"Why don't you have a go then?" He said and I gladly took his challenge.
I grabbed some drum sticks from the drum stick bag and got behind a set of drums.
"Now. This is a little number by the best band ever with the best drummer ever; Green Day with Tre Cool. This is called Basket Case." I grinned at everyone and played it.
"Hmm...well I happen to know the words to that song. They aren't very nice. Also your drumming had too much cymbal use. That Tre Cool character isn't a very good drummer," He said to me.
"Um. The worst word in that is 'whore' so..." I trailed off.
"Well your drumming is still bad. Do you take drum lessons?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Well did you even turn up to your last one? You're terrible," He hissed at me.
"I was there, I was there," I sang to annoy him, which worked.
"Go to detention. Meet me after school with your little friend for your behavior management plans!" He yelled at me, which shocked the class.
Imagine if someone sung lyrics you didn't know to a teacher and he suddenly just yelled at you. You'd be wondering what's going on.
"I look into my past, and I want to make it last," I sang as I walked out, which annoyed him more.
***
In detention there was no teacher for some odd reason so all the rebels were running around, throwing paper airplanes and graffiting. Isabelle was just there bored when she saw me walk in.
"What was that teacher's problem? Gee," She said to me.
Now Isabelle isn't the biggest Green Day fan. She only has American Idiot and Dookie, but she isn't a fan poser. She knows she isn't the biggest fan and is okay with that.
"Oh um...you know how Green Day haven't always had Tre as their drummer? He was their older one, so he is obviously bitter about the whole Green Day is huge now," I said to her.
"Yeah. Let's think of ways to annoy him." She smiled and got a pen and paper out
***
"Now girls. I am willing to forgive you, if you please don't play, talk, breathe any Green Day in my classroom," Kiffmeyer said to us.
"No can do, John," I said to him.
"Don't call me my first name. And fine then if you want to play like that." He glared at us.
"Let the war begin!" I said to him and Isabelle and I walked out.
"Now class, Gather around. I am Mr. Kiffmeyer and I will be your music teacher." He grinned.
Kiffmeyer. No wait it couldn't be...
I shot up my hand.
"Yes?" He asked.
"What instrument are you best at? And have you ever been in any bands?" I asked.
"Drums. And yes." He looked at me weirdly. He knew I knew something.
There was a buzz of whispers coming through the classroom. He then noticed my best friend Isabelle's Green Day t-shirt.
"You with the Green Day T-shirt. Out, no talking now," He said evilly to her. He had a trouble saying "Green Day".
She gasped and stormed out.
"I bet you're terrible at drums," I spat at him.
"Why don't you have a go then?" He said and I gladly took his challenge.
I grabbed some drum sticks from the drum stick bag and got behind a set of drums.
"Now. This is a little number by the best band ever with the best drummer ever; Green Day with Tre Cool. This is called Basket Case." I grinned at everyone and played it.
"Hmm...well I happen to know the words to that song. They aren't very nice. Also your drumming had too much cymbal use. That Tre Cool character isn't a very good drummer," He said to me.
"Um. The worst word in that is 'whore' so..." I trailed off.
"Well your drumming is still bad. Do you take drum lessons?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Well did you even turn up to your last one? You're terrible," He hissed at me.
"I was there, I was there," I sang to annoy him, which worked.
"Go to detention. Meet me after school with your little friend for your behavior management plans!" He yelled at me, which shocked the class.
Imagine if someone sung lyrics you didn't know to a teacher and he suddenly just yelled at you. You'd be wondering what's going on.
"I look into my past, and I want to make it last," I sang as I walked out, which annoyed him more.
***
In detention there was no teacher for some odd reason so all the rebels were running around, throwing paper airplanes and graffiting. Isabelle was just there bored when she saw me walk in.
"What was that teacher's problem? Gee," She said to me.
Now Isabelle isn't the biggest Green Day fan. She only has American Idiot and Dookie, but she isn't a fan poser. She knows she isn't the biggest fan and is okay with that.
"Oh um...you know how Green Day haven't always had Tre as their drummer? He was their older one, so he is obviously bitter about the whole Green Day is huge now," I said to her.
"Yeah. Let's think of ways to annoy him." She smiled and got a pen and paper out
***
"Now girls. I am willing to forgive you, if you please don't play, talk, breathe any Green Day in my classroom," Kiffmeyer said to us.
"No can do, John," I said to him.
"Don't call me my first name. And fine then if you want to play like that." He glared at us.
"Let the war begin!" I said to him and Isabelle and I walked out.
