Behind Blue Eyes, chapter 1
Sydney Ann was siitting at in the lecture hall as the professor gave a lecture on the Kinetic Molecular Theory. She was slipping, slipping, slipping down in her chair until her head fell on her binder on the desk. Unfortunately, she was in the front row. "SYDNEY ANN ARMSTRONG!" Sydney Ann woke up surprised, looking at the laughter-fulled faces around her. "What?. What did I do?". She then tried her best to pay as much attention to this lecture.. it was more like a continous taping of a toilet flushing... boring and pointless. As soon as the lecture was over, she qquickl got her skateboard from her locker, luckily, it was close to everything, and rode off campus to her house.
"HEY! I'M HOME!" Sydney Ann yelled as she entered her house. Her friends called it a mansion. Sydney Ann didn't like that. She hated thethought of being so "perfect" and so "pretty", as that is what a mansion is. Perfect, pretty, and abnormally large. She tried to convice her dad to buy a smaller house but he told her, "Where you WANT to live.. the uuh... uhh.. house won't fit a rcoriding studio and the neighbors will be disturbed by the noise our many, many, many, wonderful parties, I may say make.". Her two brother Jakob and Joey ran up to he and clung at her legs. "Hey Shydnee Anm!". They always had trouble saying her name. "Is dad home?" she asked. Her dad was never home. He was always on tour with his band who, to Sydney Ann's dismay, was a gigantic sucess and is seen to be in the BIz for quie a while. Jakob told her, he always talked, since he learned how, "Yeah! He'sh bysh sha pool!". Sydney Ann stood their in shoc. She looked like she saw a ghost. "Dad's. Actually. Home." She said, pausing between each world. "Jakob, Joey, go upstairs and get changed into your "special clothes were gonna perfrom for daddy!". Sydney Ann had been waiting for this moment. Her and her brothers have gotten the guitar and vocal, (she sang and she thought she was pretty damn good) for her favorite song by her dad, "American Idiot" She follwed her brother and got changed. She went to the back of her closest. and got out her outfit. A The Who shirt and he favorite pair of jeans- a pair of ripped Old Navy jeans. She then applied her make up. She had been waiting for this day ever since her DDad left for his six month world tour. She applied the black eyeliner to the rim of her sky blue eyes. They were her best feature. People she didn't know complimented her blue eyes. She got her hair all done up, in a simple ponytail and a jeweled clip to hold it. She finished the rest as fast as she could, like a gazelle running away from a visious lion. Downstairs she went adn got her and her brothers guitars, ampss, and junk. to her surprise she actually coudl carry it. And set it up on the stage that connected to the house. Her brothers were alreadly there waiting for her. They were all in their positions. The curtain automatically rose and there they were her mother and father. Sitting there. Her dad. Billie Joe.
"HEY! I'M HOME!" Sydney Ann yelled as she entered her house. Her friends called it a mansion. Sydney Ann didn't like that. She hated thethought of being so "perfect" and so "pretty", as that is what a mansion is. Perfect, pretty, and abnormally large. She tried to convice her dad to buy a smaller house but he told her, "Where you WANT to live.. the uuh... uhh.. house won't fit a rcoriding studio and the neighbors will be disturbed by the noise our many, many, many, wonderful parties, I may say make.". Her two brother Jakob and Joey ran up to he and clung at her legs. "Hey Shydnee Anm!". They always had trouble saying her name. "Is dad home?" she asked. Her dad was never home. He was always on tour with his band who, to Sydney Ann's dismay, was a gigantic sucess and is seen to be in the BIz for quie a while. Jakob told her, he always talked, since he learned how, "Yeah! He'sh bysh sha pool!". Sydney Ann stood their in shoc. She looked like she saw a ghost. "Dad's. Actually. Home." She said, pausing between each world. "Jakob, Joey, go upstairs and get changed into your "special clothes were gonna perfrom for daddy!". Sydney Ann had been waiting for this moment. Her and her brothers have gotten the guitar and vocal, (she sang and she thought she was pretty damn good) for her favorite song by her dad, "American Idiot" She follwed her brother and got changed. She went to the back of her closest. and got out her outfit. A The Who shirt and he favorite pair of jeans- a pair of ripped Old Navy jeans. She then applied her make up. She had been waiting for this day ever since her DDad left for his six month world tour. She applied the black eyeliner to the rim of her sky blue eyes. They were her best feature. People she didn't know complimented her blue eyes. She got her hair all done up, in a simple ponytail and a jeweled clip to hold it. She finished the rest as fast as she could, like a gazelle running away from a visious lion. Downstairs she went adn got her and her brothers guitars, ampss, and junk. to her surprise she actually coudl carry it. And set it up on the stage that connected to the house. Her brothers were alreadly there waiting for her. They were all in their positions. The curtain automatically rose and there they were her mother and father. Sitting there. Her dad. Billie Joe.
