School of Rock: Chapter Four
by wiccawitchnikki
Hi people. I am going to start abbreviating Mr Schneebly to Mr S. If anyone has a problem with this take it up with my lawyer, you can find him in Disneyland under the name Mickey Mouse. ( Just don’t, ok?)

Chapter Four

The food at School Of Rock was not excellent, Cooper had decided, but it was ok. She shovelled apple pie on to a plate and crammed some jelly in beside it. She moved along the queue, careful to keep her distance from Cinderella. Stupid little bimbo, she thought. Who does she think she is? Cooper went and sat down next to Mia, her fellow victim.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey.” Mia sounded upset.
“You ok?”
Mia nodded and burst into tears.
“I want to go home! I don’t like it here!” she sobbed.
“Hey, it’s ok, don’t let Buffy get to you, she’s just a bully. You can hang with me; we can be…rock buddies!” Cooper tried to cheer her up.
Mia sniffed and took the tissue Cooper offered. “Really?”
“Really.”
“I’d like that.” Mia smiled and turned to her food.
“Aww, has Cooper got a friend? Must be the first one.”
Cinderella and Buffy were opposite Mia and Cooper. They sat down, laughing.
“Go and boil your head, Cinderella,” Cooper said through gritted teeth.
“Oh how your insults slice me,” Cinderella said dramatically.
Spike and Artemis sat down too.
“Are you guys having a bitch fight?”
“I wouldn’t say that, I’m just being charitable and trying to help this social leper colony with their extreme retarded problems,” Cinderella said sweetly.
Cooper snapped. The apple pie that had been on her plate flew through the air and landed with a satisfying plop. The problem was, it did not hit the target Cooper had intended, and before she knew it, a disgruntled Artemis was lobbing macaroni cheese at Cooper with a huge spoon. Cinderella’s hysterical laughing was stopped as her mouth filled with boiled potatoes.
“Take that bitch!” Mia was throwing them wildly, sticking up for her ‘rock buddie’.
Spike sat calmly at the corner of the table with all kinds of food flying past his ears. Harry and Hermione had joined him.
“Wow, I never knew chicks could be so violent,” he said as a chicken burger hit his cheek. It wasn’t long before the entire hall was throwing their lunch at each other. Spike continued to eat his lunch, and bits of anyone else’s that happened to land within reach.

It was a while before order was restored. The ten students sat behind their desks once more, some trying hard not to laugh. Mr Schneebly was pacing up and down at the front of the classroom. He stopped and looked up.
“Ok. I don’t want you guys to think I’m angry with you.” He said.
“Gee, thanks Mr S,” Buffy said happily, licking meringue off her hand.
“Your’e welcome. I’m not angry. I’m not angry because I’m FURIOUS!”
The whole class jumped as Mr Schneebly yelled the last word. He breathed in deeply.
“You guys have got two months to learn how to play like rock stars! Do you think rock stars have FOODFIGHTS?”
Ron was having problems suppressing his giggles.
“SHUT UP GINGER! TWO MONTHS! Are food fights going to help you pass you’re finals? I DON’T THINK SO! Now. If I hear anymore about cracking vase’s of daffodils over people’s heads, the entire school’s lunch being thrown around a room because of a bitch fight or whacking each other with bats,”
(Mr Schneebly looked at Cinderella)
“I will fail you all and you’ll have to come back again for another two months. Do I make myself clear?”
The class nodded, and then erupted into fits of hysterical laughter.

When everyone had regained their composure, the work began. Mr Schneebly gave out instruments, or in Artemis and Spike’s case, t-shirts and a pile of cardboard.
“What are we supposed to do with this?” Artemis asked.
“You and fangs are going to make signs to wave at the gig,” Mr S replied, handing him some stakes of wood. Spike backed away.
“Stay away from me with those things!” He screamed.
“Oh yeah, sorry fangs,” Mr S disappeared inside a cupboard. When he came out he had replaced the wooden stakes with polystyrene ones.
“Won’t they brake?” Artemis moaned.
“Geeky, your duties as a roadie include finding a way to make them not break.”
Mr S walked away leaving Artemis and Spike staring helplessly at the polystyrene.
Cooper, who had been appointed as the technical brains behind the band, had been given a special laptop to design the light show. She was sitting in the corner concentrating hard.
Draco was reading a book about drums and tapping out tunes on the edge of the table after reading them from it. Buffy, Cinderella and Mia had gone out of the room with a music book, CD and a page of lyrics each. Ron and Harry had each been given their different guitars and picks. Ron’s guitar was plugged into an amplifier and he was wearing headphones. No-one else could hear what he was playing, but judging by the look of immense pain on his face it wasn’t sounding too great. Harry was doing the same, but instead of pain it was concentration visible on his face. Hermione was immersed in a book of keyboard tunes. Mr Schneebly looked around, pleased. The band was coming together. But would they be ready in three weeks, in time for the practice gig?

To Be continued…….


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