This doesn't have a title, chapter 1
I stared out of my classroom's window, waiting for a person to pass by, or something. It reminded me of Pulling Teeth, on Dookie. I instantly began to hallucinate when seeing the album cover in my mind. 'Ha Ha', I thought, seeing a dog flying in an airplane pass by the huge explosion, dropping the missles reading 'Dookie'. I heard a cracking noise, seeing a fist on my Math book. "IS THERE SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND?" my teacher screamed. Ugh, her name was Mrs. Morgan, a stern old lady with large saggy breasts and that old people smell. I quickly tried to pay attention. "Well," she said spewing spit all over my equasion. "You had better pay attention, young man: you're failing in Math." 'CRAP'! I thought, 'TO THE WHOLE CLASS'! As she turned around, the door opened. A tall man came in and asked for me. I could have sworn it was Mike, from Green Day. Oh, my God. IT WAS MIKE! My heart raced as I said, "Mike?" Mike looked at me and said, "What?" My eyes widened as we went into their Limo. "Hey," said Billie Joe. "We've been watching you, kid. Ya got potential." This could not be happening. "Oh, but it is." a weird voice echoed through out my mind.
After an hour, it seemed we were best friends. We pulled up to an exclusive club, which looked fun. I could hear music playing from inside. We entered the club which was surrounded by Paparazzis, taking pictures. We were in the club when I noticed something wasn't right. Tre and Mike were dancing around in thongs and the women from 'Holiday' were men. The music instantly turned to Mariah Carey, who was singing in a cage. "What is... Going on here?!" I shouted. Adrienne walked up to me and kicked me in the balls. I screamed as I saw my mom's boyfriend in a pimp suit, dancing suggestively next to 3 old men, one of which was Mrs. Morgan's husband. I was grabbed from behind and was dragged by a german shepherd with Billie, Tre and Mike pointing, laughing, and drinking champagne. My ex-girlfriend screamed "WHO THE HELL?" I noticed now I was missing my pants and boxers.
I felt myself pass out, and waking up naked in a bed with Billie, Mike, and Tre.
NO GERMAN SHEPHERDS WERE HURT IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY.
This is based on a nightmare the day my mother got divorced. It's completely different except for the dog. I was just bored. :)
After an hour, it seemed we were best friends. We pulled up to an exclusive club, which looked fun. I could hear music playing from inside. We entered the club which was surrounded by Paparazzis, taking pictures. We were in the club when I noticed something wasn't right. Tre and Mike were dancing around in thongs and the women from 'Holiday' were men. The music instantly turned to Mariah Carey, who was singing in a cage. "What is... Going on here?!" I shouted. Adrienne walked up to me and kicked me in the balls. I screamed as I saw my mom's boyfriend in a pimp suit, dancing suggestively next to 3 old men, one of which was Mrs. Morgan's husband. I was grabbed from behind and was dragged by a german shepherd with Billie, Tre and Mike pointing, laughing, and drinking champagne. My ex-girlfriend screamed "WHO THE HELL?" I noticed now I was missing my pants and boxers.
I felt myself pass out, and waking up naked in a bed with Billie, Mike, and Tre.
NO GERMAN SHEPHERDS WERE HURT IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY.
This is based on a nightmare the day my mother got divorced. It's completely different except for the dog. I was just bored. :)
