‘Right now everybody, please turn to page four hundred and forty nine of your Maths text books please.’ Said Mr Smith.
Heather walked into class while putting her make-up on.
‘Where have you been?’ Mr Smith questioned her.
What’s it to you?’
‘I’ll ask you again.’ Mr Smith was showing a little bit of anger in his voice.
‘Lots of places. I went to Queensland last week, oh and I saw The Living End live.’

‘Go and get a late pass and take that make-up off, it makes you look cheap.’
‘Are you saying i’m ugly? Well so are you.’ She stormed out of the room.

When Heather returned with a late pass, Mr Smith told her to sit by the window.
‘I can sit wherever I want thank you very much.’
‘If you keep up this behaviour i’m sending you to the Principle’s office. How would you like that?’
‘Well it wouldn’t be so bad actually, at least I could look at the pictures of his cute sons who are fouteen to fifteen years of age.’

‘I’ve met them and they’re not interested in girls like you.’
‘Well at least they’re better than your sons who are like pure nerds.’
‘Right i’ve had enough of you, go to the Principle’s office. Mr Smith shouted.

Heather knocked on the Principle’s door.
‘Come in,’ he shouted.
Heather handed the note written by Mr Smith.
After the Principle had read it, he said, ‘You’ll be writing lines for the rest of the period.’
‘Oh that’s stupid, you know I can speak English, it’s just that I don’t want to do what you say, at least i’m an individual. If I told you to jump off a cliff would you do it? No cause you wouldn’t want to would you?’
‘Would you rather do Maths work then?’
‘Nah.’
‘Say no properly.’
‘Look it’s my slang, I guess you’re just too locked up in you’re office to discover the real world.’
“Listen…’
The telephone rang and the Principle answered it.
A few minutes later he left the room.

Heather noticed that because it was a hot day, the Principle had left the window open.
She pushed it open just enough so she could fit through.
Once she had got through, she quickly ran out of the school grounds.

When she got home she called her band mates, who were also wagging from a different school, and told them that she’d meet them at Main Street.

She got changed into black pants, a short black skirt with a chain dangling down, a black top, high heels, a necklace with a guitar on it and some nice chunky earrings.
While she was waiting for the others to arrive, she started playing some songs on her electric guitar to passers by.

When her mates arrived, they started jamming, with her singing, the guys doing back up vocals, and playing instruments such as bass, lead guitar and drums.
They did songs such as Smoke On The Water, Back In Black, Sk8er Boi, Enter Sandman, Smells Like Teen Spirit, and some of their originals.

What Heather forgot was that her mom was having coffee with her friends at a cafe just nearby.
Once her mom had finished, she left the cafe and saw her daughter jamming with her band when she was supposed to be at school.

She stormed over and asked her what she was doing.
‘Busted.’ A guy called Jared said, who was the lead guitarist.
‘I’m… just… chilling with my band.’
‘And why aren’t you at school.’
‘Cause today was a Curriculum Day for all state schools and we forgot.’
‘You silly kids, anyway, keep jamming it’s awesome.’
‘Ha ha ha,’ they all laughed suttlely.