<strong>Joey Stevens</strong><br/><br/>Joey groaned at the blaring sound of his alarm clock going off. He looked over at the clock and saw that it showed 7:30am. He knew he had detention for the next month or so but this particular session really screwed him over. Today he was supposed to spend the day with his friends/band mates and practice but he wouldn't be able to do so today. He jabbed at the off button on his alarm clock until it finally stopped then crawled out of bed and went to the shower. After his wake up he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist and looked into the mirror. His dyed dark blue hair a mess and his hazel bloodshot eyes being obvious signs' that he had just woken up. He brushed his teeth then went back into his trashed room to find some clothes.<br/><br/>He put on a pair of ankle socks, a pair of torn and faded blue jeans, a Sex Pistols t-shirt that was held together in areas with safety pins, and his black converse shoes. He spiked up his hair and grabbed his iPod and put in his earphones' and walked out into the living room and through the kitchen to the door. Seeing that his mom wasn't yet home from her job he decided not to leave a note and walked out the door. His mother worked third shift so he was home alone almost every night. He only lived a few blocks away from the school so he always walked. On a good day with traffic it took him maybe five minutes or so and on a bad day roughly ten minutes. Once he arrived at the school he saw Coach Thompson's car and the Aston Martin that belonged to the queen bee of the school. Sighing, Joey looked up to the sky as if looking for an answer. "What did I do in a past life to deserve this?"<br/><br/>He entered the school and made his way to the library where he saw Coach sitting behind the librarian's desk. His gaze then turned to the other occupants' of the room. The queen bee whose name he had never bothered to learn, a girl he'd seen walking the halls a few times, and some other girl that he'd never seen. He walked to the a table that seated him two tables away from everyone else and checked his iPod to see that he had a few minutes left. He turned his iPod to The Clash and put his head down in his arms and closed his eyes hoping to sleep the morning away.