Highschool AU concept, feedback wanted

Your name is SOLOMAN CAPTOR. You are SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. It's your third year in HIGH SCHOOL and you've never been happier. You're the LEAD SNARE in your school's DRUMLINE, and also are renowned for your APESHIT BANANAS HACKING SKILLS. Recently, you accidentally got your TEETH KNOCKED OUT by an idiot with a TUBA. But at least your cursed LISP is gone. Your eyesight is FADING FAST, and you're trying to become OKAY with it. Right now, the only thing that would make your life better would be if your best friend ANNA MEGIDO knew you liked her and decided to be your GIRLFRIEND. But whatever. You're okay for now.

You were raised by your CRAZY JEWISH FATHER, who is often CALM AND ENDEARING, but sometimes goes off on STRANGE RAMBLES and has HALLUCINATIONS. You're very overprotective of your MENTALLY HANDICAPPED BROTHER and go out of your way to stand up for him.

People think you're alright. You're not really sure why. There are very few people who TRULY LOVE or TRULY HATE you. You guess that's an OKAY place to stand. It's a good BALANCE.

KARL VANTAS and ERIC AMPORA are basically your best friends... Or, well, they WERE. KARL still is, even though he's a bit SHORT-TEMPERED. Eric, on the other hand, is a HUGE DOUCHE who recently did something to get on your BAD SIDE. You're not sure you'll ever forgive him. You're also REALLY CLOSE with FIONA PEIXES and of course, ANNA MEGIDO. You're really thankful for all of your friends, even if one of them SORT OF ALMOST GOT YOU KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL.

Everybody in existence calls you SOL. Everybody except your FATHER, who is insistent on calling you your HIGHLY JEWISH NAME at all waking hours of your life. You don't hate your name, per say. It's just LONG AS FUCK and you're a HORMONAL TEEN.

In freshman year, you joined the DRUMLINE, and this year, you're the LEAD MOTHERFUCKING SNARE. Band kids like you. They think you're DAMN AWESOME, and that's why you love it. You've got sassy as hell RED AND BLUE DRUMSTICKS. Even though you've grown out of that phase, they're still TOTALLY SICK. But due to your current mental state of QUICKLY FADING EYESIGHT, your doctor says you're not going to be able to be in marching band during your SENIOR YEAR. But you don't think so. Senior year is going to be great and you'll be FINE. Not like you're in DENIAL or anything.

Other than your few WORRIES, you think this will be a great year.