The Boy and His Guitar

Chapter 1: My so Late Arrival

"Drake, you might wanna speed up," My mom reminded breezily, placing powder on her face.  Who even places powder on your face inside of a car that's actually, almost disobeying traffic rules?

"What do you think I'm doing?" My dad asked, growling.

As for me, I was clenching my fists to the extent that they started to hurt.  Don't they know that if we get caught by the police for using this amount of speed, they would actually make me tardier?

I closed my eyes until I waited for heck to finally end. 

"Is that the Jam Room?" My dad asked, and I had to open my eyes to actually confirm what my dad already knew. 

"Yup, that's the one, in Xavier's Square." I said, noticing the number of people who actually were there, I knew some of them, some I've become close to, and some who've I've seen for the first time.

Dad nodded his head, and as quickly as he can, he parked the car.  By this time, I didn't wait for them to say goodbye and neither did I say my goodbyes, I was late and if my classmates saw me walking leisurely, saying my goodbyes formally, they might actually kill me.

I rushed forward, running.  Hoping my classmates would be too good to stay mad at me forever.  I saw them and they saw me.  Some smiled, some scowled, while some remained nonchalant.  Three girls sat at the wooden benches, their mood I guess I completely ruined.

I smiled apologetically as Kenny acknowledged my presence.  She scooted over, and smiled halfheartedly. 

Kenny was pretty, mysterious at times, but she was pretty, she had a slender figure, a beauty of a real formal princess, even if she wasn't one, and she wasn't rowdy like most girls.  Which I guess got me attracted to her attitude, she was a girl, yet she wasn't really like one.  And if you didn't get what I just said, then don't worry it took me a long time to understand what the heck my mind was trying to project anyway.

"So, what took you long?" Kenny asked. 

I opened my mouth to begin my river of apologies and probably exaggerate an explanation.  But before I can even say my first apology or alibi, my mom and dad walked over to me. 

Oh no, more humiliation coming my way. 

My dad passed by me, gestured towards me, and I sighed, following him.  What was he gonna do now? I just hope he wont make me look worse than the laughing stock that I already was for being late.

We went to the door of the Jam Room and coincidentally, shockingly the door opened, and I was suddenly greeted by my teacher. 

Sir PJ had pudgy cheeks and a friendly face, dark brown eyes and a smile that always contradicted his attitude, for me, sir PJ was a serious person, and when he'd joke, it was funny, but it was always at a serious tone.  The only time that you'd not want to be with him is when he's angry.  And that's why I stayed at his good mood side only.

"Ms Hale, your here," Sir PJ greeted.

I smiled, trying to hide the guilt, as the honor's section peered at dad and I. 

"Oh, hi sir." I said meekly, noticing and enjoying the cold air greeting my sweat drenched clothes.

"I'll be there, okay?" sir PJ said, gesturing behind him. 

Behind him was a not too big room and a not too small room.  The Jam Room itself wont look like much to others, but it didn't matter because this was one of the few places that felt like home.  In fact, it felt more of a home to me than the house I have at home. 

I actually have been here a couple of times before, I was with my first year classmates, and at that time, we were practicing for a number on family day.  And just recently, we, meaning my second year classmates and I, practiced for our recital or contest called compose-a-song-event.  So, I knew the place like the back of my palm, and have obviously grown to love it.