Beautiful Disaster, chapter 2
Adies p. O. V
You don't know how heart breaking it is when your three year old son asks why all the other kids at kindergarten have a farther and he doesnt. It rips me apart. He promised he would never leave me. And to me there is no lie in weight forever.
Joeys not stupid he's sensitive for a three year old. It worrys me. He doesnt play like the other kids. He sits there drawing pictures of a happy family. In this one drawing he drew a mom (me) a dad and a little brother. I hope he will have all that one day. We deserve some good.
The one I like to call the beautiful disastor is Billie Joe armstrong. I wrote that song when I find out I was pregnent. I new it was a good song but that song has come my whole life. Well how I feel about things anyway. Everytime I turn on the tv he seems to appear.
One day Joey was watching tv and he was asking me about Billie. Wright behind him was the tv and guess who was on the tv.
I was taking Joe to kindergarten and I was going to six form studys. I dropped Joey of and went to the form room. Every one was guided round the notice board which was weird cause only the nerds look on there.
Someone shouted out Green Day. I shoved past everyone to see if it was true. I got there and it was. Joeys farthers band. I'm going to kill bill, or just tell him about joeys anyways. I have one last chance to tell him I love him and say goobye.
*********************My band. ********************************
"If I could hold on threw the tears and the laughter would it be beautiful or just a beautiful disastor. Ow and I daont know what he's after but he's so beautiful disastor, I'm searching for love or a logical, but he's only happy hasterical I'm searching for some kind of miracle longing for love ive waited so long. Fraid at the edge he brakes but still he's more than I can take." The last line is when I cry.
My band makes up as my brother drake, my sisters boyfriend frank. I love them so much. To a certain extent. They have helped me threw good and bad times.
You don't know how heart breaking it is when your three year old son asks why all the other kids at kindergarten have a farther and he doesnt. It rips me apart. He promised he would never leave me. And to me there is no lie in weight forever.
Joeys not stupid he's sensitive for a three year old. It worrys me. He doesnt play like the other kids. He sits there drawing pictures of a happy family. In this one drawing he drew a mom (me) a dad and a little brother. I hope he will have all that one day. We deserve some good.
The one I like to call the beautiful disastor is Billie Joe armstrong. I wrote that song when I find out I was pregnent. I new it was a good song but that song has come my whole life. Well how I feel about things anyway. Everytime I turn on the tv he seems to appear.
One day Joey was watching tv and he was asking me about Billie. Wright behind him was the tv and guess who was on the tv.
I was taking Joe to kindergarten and I was going to six form studys. I dropped Joey of and went to the form room. Every one was guided round the notice board which was weird cause only the nerds look on there.
Someone shouted out Green Day. I shoved past everyone to see if it was true. I got there and it was. Joeys farthers band. I'm going to kill bill, or just tell him about joeys anyways. I have one last chance to tell him I love him and say goobye.
*********************My band. ********************************
"If I could hold on threw the tears and the laughter would it be beautiful or just a beautiful disastor. Ow and I daont know what he's after but he's so beautiful disastor, I'm searching for love or a logical, but he's only happy hasterical I'm searching for some kind of miracle longing for love ive waited so long. Fraid at the edge he brakes but still he's more than I can take." The last line is when I cry.
My band makes up as my brother drake, my sisters boyfriend frank. I love them so much. To a certain extent. They have helped me threw good and bad times.
