A World Without Green Day? Unthinkable...., chapter 1
The year is 2005 Hip Hop music rules the air-waves and pokemon cards are a must have for christmas... Green Day never got together and never split up yes thats right children no good music about! Billie moved away from his home so he never met Mike. Mike ran away when his family life got too much for him and after the Lookouts! Broke up Tre / Frank had no-where to go so he still lives with Mum and Dad yes little kids welcome to the nightmare that is the preasent day...
Billie's Story
" Raise me £20." Said a weak Billie Joe with a un-lit cig in his mouth. He looked at his poker hand and sighed, this was his life after moving out from his parents at the age of 18 he moved to a small flat to seek fame with a band... He is now 33. " Bill, Billie boy when will you learn that you never bet with me." Said his oldest friend Phil. Phil showed Billie his poker hand and took all the chips from the middle. " Well what ya got to give me?" Phil questioned his long-time friend. Billie Joe just looked over the mess of food take-aways and beer bottles that he called his home. " Fuck all really." He replied as Phil rose from his chair. " Ok dude but ya gotta pay up one day!" And with that Phil left the small flat.
Billie Joe picked himself up off the chair and went to the mirror he looked at himself. Dear god sure his eyes where still as green as green but huge bags hung under them making his face look pale and white. His red hair witch just sat on his hend was short and messy with a few balck bits here and there his body was thin, so thin infact that you could see his ribs. When Billie got lonley he liked to count them and name them... Jim, Bob, Mac, Frank... He liked the name Frank it just seemed right Billie petted frank and then went back to looking at his body. A big fat, red, bloody scar ran up his arm. Blood he saw that alot he saw it when he got beaten up at school, when he threw up and when he cut himself. Billie turned around and grabbed his black hoodie he shoved it on his head and sat back down at the chair. " I will get famous one day then I will show them all." He said to himself as he smashed Phil's whisky bottle on the table. Glass shinny glass whent everywhere Billie liked glass like a friend. He picked up a big bit and cut up his arm. Shit! He went too deep. Oh well the room is spinning now... He's on the floor crying now... Bleeding and throwing up... Screaming for help. Is that footsteps he heard for him? NO! NEVER! Blackness, Blackness.
I love you Frank...
Billie's Story
" Raise me £20." Said a weak Billie Joe with a un-lit cig in his mouth. He looked at his poker hand and sighed, this was his life after moving out from his parents at the age of 18 he moved to a small flat to seek fame with a band... He is now 33. " Bill, Billie boy when will you learn that you never bet with me." Said his oldest friend Phil. Phil showed Billie his poker hand and took all the chips from the middle. " Well what ya got to give me?" Phil questioned his long-time friend. Billie Joe just looked over the mess of food take-aways and beer bottles that he called his home. " Fuck all really." He replied as Phil rose from his chair. " Ok dude but ya gotta pay up one day!" And with that Phil left the small flat.
Billie Joe picked himself up off the chair and went to the mirror he looked at himself. Dear god sure his eyes where still as green as green but huge bags hung under them making his face look pale and white. His red hair witch just sat on his hend was short and messy with a few balck bits here and there his body was thin, so thin infact that you could see his ribs. When Billie got lonley he liked to count them and name them... Jim, Bob, Mac, Frank... He liked the name Frank it just seemed right Billie petted frank and then went back to looking at his body. A big fat, red, bloody scar ran up his arm. Blood he saw that alot he saw it when he got beaten up at school, when he threw up and when he cut himself. Billie turned around and grabbed his black hoodie he shoved it on his head and sat back down at the chair. " I will get famous one day then I will show them all." He said to himself as he smashed Phil's whisky bottle on the table. Glass shinny glass whent everywhere Billie liked glass like a friend. He picked up a big bit and cut up his arm. Shit! He went too deep. Oh well the room is spinning now... He's on the floor crying now... Bleeding and throwing up... Screaming for help. Is that footsteps he heard for him? NO! NEVER! Blackness, Blackness.
I love you Frank...
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