Another Late Mark, chapter 1
"Hey!"
Here he comes yet again, looking dead excited to see me.
"Hey"
I never wanted to talk to him but I guess being rude to him wouldn't stick either.
"You heard about the concert then? It sounds great, Green Day, what a show that'll be, wanna come?"
How the fuck did he know I liked Green Day? I never told him, we hardly ever spoke (well he did). I can't recall mentioning it either; I guess he just found out.
"Erm, well I'm not sure because I'm going with my boyfriend and we have to be close to the pit otherwise we can't get backstage on our passes."
"O, ok."
I felt bad, his face saddened as he turned away as if I blew him off. Well what else could I do, I did have a boyfriend and we were going to the concert together. I continued walking slowly to school; I hated school, I hated every inch of it. I didn't fit in; I was a punk, my ass hanging out of my jeans and ripped t - shirts; not fit in material. I wondered whether I even wanted to go in to school today, I could always bunk but I always get caught.
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The bell rang; I was late yet again. Another day, another late mark.
I could just tell this day was not going to be nice; school never was but this day was different, something was going to happen and it certainly wasn't going to be good; or was it?
"Hey, erm... ... ."
Geez what did this kid want, he just stopped, his mussed black hair, green eyes and pale face made him look innocent.
"Yer, you'll have to make it snappy cos' I'm already late as it is."
He looked at me again then swallowed hard, as if I was going to do something to him.
"Can you tell me where room HU2 is, please?"
"Yeah, sure. Just go down this corridor and turn left, it's the first door on the right." I smiled lightly, then I realised. "Oh, wait! I'm going there too, that's my class, I'll take you there."
"Thanks."
I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been forgetting my own class; I guess it was because I had no intention of being there. We walked along almost as though we were not talking; well technically we weren't. Suddenly the silence broke.
"I'm Billie Joe, by the way. I just moved here from California, Oakland to be precise." He smiled, causing me to smile back at him. "you?"
I looked back up hiding my embarrassment.
"Oh, me. Well... ... ... I used to live in California too, Berkeley. Surprised I never saw you around; my parents were always going to Oakland. I came here to Oklahoma about three years ago and I came to this school a year ago. I don't really fit in though. So I don't mind if you hate me."
Billie Joe gave me a strange look as if to say who would want to hate you? I mean he looked rather punk himself, tight black pants, the belt, the lot. I had an idea that we were just maybe, going to get along.
"Wow, you seem real cool though. Great a new punk. I never really had many punks in my school, my place, Damn that school. Just the two mates really, as an eighteen year old; I don't see the point in school. Did you ever happen to go Gilman?"
I looked up again but this time sharply. Gilman? I knew I recognised his face. He was exactly like the guy I met. I went to a concert to see these three kids perform; he was one of them. Green Day. I knew he looked far too familiar to me.
"Yes, Gilman. How many times was I there? I loved it. You're Green Day Billie Joe, right? I knew it! Yer, I was around Gilman, I watched one of your concerts, and don't you remember like one in ten people that came. I was there."
Billie Joe smiled, this time a smile of hope; hope that someone was finally going to accept him. That was me.
"Wow, now I do!" The laugh suggested the fact he did remember me; very well. "That concert sucked, man. Is this our class?"
I looked up to read the writing on the door. Yes, it was our class. I gave a wink, and hesitated before opening the door. Here came the rest of day one.
Here he comes yet again, looking dead excited to see me.
"Hey"
I never wanted to talk to him but I guess being rude to him wouldn't stick either.
"You heard about the concert then? It sounds great, Green Day, what a show that'll be, wanna come?"
How the fuck did he know I liked Green Day? I never told him, we hardly ever spoke (well he did). I can't recall mentioning it either; I guess he just found out.
"Erm, well I'm not sure because I'm going with my boyfriend and we have to be close to the pit otherwise we can't get backstage on our passes."
"O, ok."
I felt bad, his face saddened as he turned away as if I blew him off. Well what else could I do, I did have a boyfriend and we were going to the concert together. I continued walking slowly to school; I hated school, I hated every inch of it. I didn't fit in; I was a punk, my ass hanging out of my jeans and ripped t - shirts; not fit in material. I wondered whether I even wanted to go in to school today, I could always bunk but I always get caught.
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The bell rang; I was late yet again. Another day, another late mark.
I could just tell this day was not going to be nice; school never was but this day was different, something was going to happen and it certainly wasn't going to be good; or was it?
"Hey, erm... ... ."
Geez what did this kid want, he just stopped, his mussed black hair, green eyes and pale face made him look innocent.
"Yer, you'll have to make it snappy cos' I'm already late as it is."
He looked at me again then swallowed hard, as if I was going to do something to him.
"Can you tell me where room HU2 is, please?"
"Yeah, sure. Just go down this corridor and turn left, it's the first door on the right." I smiled lightly, then I realised. "Oh, wait! I'm going there too, that's my class, I'll take you there."
"Thanks."
I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been forgetting my own class; I guess it was because I had no intention of being there. We walked along almost as though we were not talking; well technically we weren't. Suddenly the silence broke.
"I'm Billie Joe, by the way. I just moved here from California, Oakland to be precise." He smiled, causing me to smile back at him. "you?"
I looked back up hiding my embarrassment.
"Oh, me. Well... ... ... I used to live in California too, Berkeley. Surprised I never saw you around; my parents were always going to Oakland. I came here to Oklahoma about three years ago and I came to this school a year ago. I don't really fit in though. So I don't mind if you hate me."
Billie Joe gave me a strange look as if to say who would want to hate you? I mean he looked rather punk himself, tight black pants, the belt, the lot. I had an idea that we were just maybe, going to get along.
"Wow, you seem real cool though. Great a new punk. I never really had many punks in my school, my place, Damn that school. Just the two mates really, as an eighteen year old; I don't see the point in school. Did you ever happen to go Gilman?"
I looked up again but this time sharply. Gilman? I knew I recognised his face. He was exactly like the guy I met. I went to a concert to see these three kids perform; he was one of them. Green Day. I knew he looked far too familiar to me.
"Yes, Gilman. How many times was I there? I loved it. You're Green Day Billie Joe, right? I knew it! Yer, I was around Gilman, I watched one of your concerts, and don't you remember like one in ten people that came. I was there."
Billie Joe smiled, this time a smile of hope; hope that someone was finally going to accept him. That was me.
"Wow, now I do!" The laugh suggested the fact he did remember me; very well. "That concert sucked, man. Is this our class?"
I looked up to read the writing on the door. Yes, it was our class. I gave a wink, and hesitated before opening the door. Here came the rest of day one.
