Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Simple Plan >> Nothing is ever what it seems...
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"Please, please, stop! Don't hurt me, please! I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry!" I yelled,
hiding cowardly in the corner of my room. It's the fifth time his come home drunk this week. I hate
him. I hate him so much. I know you should never say that about your dad, but I really do. His
treated me like this ever since my mum died. He blames her death on me, since she died giving birth
to me. It's not my fault, but I can't help taking the blame sometimes. He never comes home sober
anymore… I've got the best friends anyone could ask for, even if they are all guys. Without
them, I probably wouldn't be able to cope. I don't tell anyone that I'm abused, I just don't want
them to worry I guess. There names are Pierre Bouvier, Chuck Comeau, David Desrosiers, Seb
(Sebastien) Lefebvre and Jeff Stinco. I've been friends with them for quite a while now. We made a
band together a couple of years ago. Our dream is to become famous and make it big, but we need to
practice loads more. Pierre plays vocals, Chuck on drums, David on Bass and sings backing vocals
along with me. I also play guitar, Seb also plays guitar and backing vocals with me and David. And
Jeff plays lead guitar...
I opened my eyes on a Monday morning, newly painful bruises and cuts on my body. I don't even want
to think what happened last night. Well, it basically happens every night. It's turned into a
routine now. I come home from school, go to my room. Dad comes home, drunk. Beats me. Passes out on
his bed… I got dressed, making sure to wear a long-armed tee-shirt, to not show anything. I
grabbed some toast from the toaster, grabbed my school bag and left to meet the guys. It's a good
thing they all live near me, so we just walk to school. I turned the corner and I saw them waiting
outside Pierre's house. I gave them a smile and ran over.
"Hey, you up for Practice at mine after school?" Seb asked.
"Yeah, sure. But I thought your mum hated the noise?" I asked.
"She's out for the night". He replied.
"Did you guys see that new show! Urm… Ar, what was it called..." David thought.
"Oh! Urm, 'Alien attacks 2?" Chuck asked.
"Yeah! It was awesome. Did anyone else watch it?" He asked.
"No. Unfortunately for you, I grew out of alien cartoons a while back". I laughed.
"Oh… Urm, yeah me too". He flushed.
"Anyway… What have we got first lesson?" Jeff asked.
"Urm...”. We all stopped to think. Yeah, were a bit slow on Monday mornings.
"English". Pierre finally spoke.
We all groaned. I hate English, but at least were all in the same class.
"And we've got a new teacher". Seb said.
"Really? Miss Bat face finally retired then eh?" Chuck smiled.
“Woo. Hopefully we can sit where we want now; I'm fed up of watching Peter Winfield blow
bubbles with his tongue.” I replied.
“Yeah, hopefully. Then I can sit next to you, you sexy thing”. Pierre winked.
I rolled my eyes. The only bummer about being friends with all guys is you can't really have the
talks that you have with your girl friends. But, I see Pierre as a brother and I usually tell him
“Dude, stop hitting on her”. Seb smiled.
“Sorry, but it's so hard not to”. He laughed.
I hit him on the arm and laughed.
I smiled and walked to the school gates. They followed. We arrived at school just in time. English
was right at the top, so we didn't have to walk far. We took our usual seats. (Next to peter bubble
mouth, great!) Seb and Chuck sat at the back together. Pierre sat near the front, and Jeff and David
somewhere around the middle. We waited for about 10 minutes for our new teacher to come. But to our
surprise, the Head teacher, Mr Farrington came in instead.
“Good Morning class. Now, as you're aware, Mrs Duncan has sadly retired. So, Miss Stanley will
be your new teacher. But, she's running a bit late”. Mr Farrington said.
“Great… Now at least we don't have to do anything!” Seb whispered to Chuck. They
“Be quiet!” Mr Farrington Shouted.
“This is going to be a long lesson”. I sighed.
An hour finally passed and we left English with a big relief.
“That was so boring!” Pierre moaned.
“Well… We've all got different lessons now. So, meet up by the lockers at lunch,
Yeah?” Seb asked.
We all agreed and Seb, Chuck went off down the hall towards Maths, Jeff and David went towards Food
Tech and I was left with Pierre for Science.
“Looks like it's just us”. He said.
“Yep, have you done your homework for Science?” I asked.
“Yeah. You?” He answered.
“I think so. Anyway, If I haven't ill just copy yours”. I smiled.
We walked down to Science together.
Let me know if you like it and I'll post more. =]
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