Maths. It's a subject that you either hate or don't. Well, for me it's different. I don't enjoy it but am one of the best at it. Life isn't fair as my Father always says, especially compared to maths. "765?" I answer. "Correct!" Mr harrison answers with a big, warm smile. The class looks at me with 'woah!' for answering a hard equation without a calculator, It's not too hard to me. They just over complicate it. I look up at the clock.

1:30. Darn. Half an hour to go until the bell rings for my final class, music. I love music. I can just express myself without speaking. I can do it with making noise. Either through my Drums, Piano or Bass guitar. No one at school really plays Bass or Drums as enthusiastic as I do. Well except a kid called Mikey. He plays Base extremely well, like he's born to play it.

He is in my music and maths class. He sits in front of me to the left. He seems nice, he usually just looks at me blankly while I do work or play instruments or even dance. I don't understand why? He never comes up to me or really talks to me, only in Music when we awkwardly have to share the chord book.

I look up from my maths book and the clock 1:40. Darn 20 minutes!! It's summer and it's hot. I just want to get out of this stuffy class (with no air con,) and go to my music room with air con.

I carry on reading and writing the equations. When I look up at the clock one more time 1:59. Yes!! I scribble down the rest of the equation and shove my stuff into my backpack. The bell rings, burning everyone's eardrums and we leave.

I step into the hallway and feel the nice fresh air onto my face. Freedom! I rush down and unlock my locker to grab my pick and drum sticks. I slam the door shut and enter the crowd of students that lead to my Music room.

When we enter the teacher gives me a slight nod, which means I can go to the private practice room where all Mikey and my equipment is. I open the door and see mikey already sitting fiddling with some chords. "Sorry did I interrupt?" I ask. "Oh uh-um no! of course not!" He smiles and quickly puts his Bass down. "Okay.." I smile and put my back pack next to his, and take out my drumsticks.

I look back up at him, "New beanie?" I ask. He nods warmly. "Looks cute" I say and sit on the drum stool. "Oh uh... this seems weird but we never usually talk, only when we read chords... but I'm Mikey" He smiles. "Yes I know your name, but I'm Emily, you can call me Emmy or Em" I say warmly.

"Okay" he reply's. "So.. do you do any after school activities or anything?" I ask. "Well I play for my brothers band My Chemical Romance" He starts when I interrupt him. "Your brother has a band?! That's so cool!" I rant, receiving a little blush from him. "Yeah you should come to rehearsal we do some time. We hired a recording studio, and I think we have one after school if you want to come" He offers.

Me at a band HQ? Oof, I don't know. "Well I could to get extra practice for school?" I ask and he nods. "We have drum kits and stuff there" "Alright I'm in!"