A Turn For The Best, chapter 1
I walked down the street to find my brother, David, who once agin threw a fit and ran off. Third time this week. Its my stupid moms fault. She knows we hate her new boyfriend, Brezie. All she does is cater to him, and care less about what me and my 11 year old brother do. I'm 17, I should be out doing things what normal 17 year old girls do on saturday nights, but nooo, I get stuck looking for thunder weezle. There he is.
"David, come on. I know you hate him. I do too, but we have to remember, my 18 birthday is in 4 months, and you get to move in with me." I said, sitting down on the curb next to him.
"Fine, i'll go home." He responded, taking my hand as offered.
The next day I woke up at about 2 in the afternoon. My mom and brother had already left for work and school. I'm a drop out. I pulled on my jeans, an old operation ivy tshrt, and a pair of old converse. I walked down the street to the record store I usually hung out at with the assistant manager, Josh
"Hey Mia." He said, as I walked in the door.
"Uhg. David ran off again last night, and me being the only one in my house who take any initiative at all, went after him."
"Sorry. We got a new shipment of cd's in. Wanna listen to this one, it's an older one, but its still good."
"Yeah." I responded, taking the cd. It was the ramones. After I put the cd up, Josh asked me
"Hey, a really good band is playing at Gillam tonight, and I have tickets, but cant go. You want it?"
"Hell yeah!" I said, takin the ticket. I went home, and got a peice of week old pizza, and turned on tv.
"I hate tv." I mumbled to myself.
A couple hours later, I left for the club. When I walked in, a band calld 'No Regrets' was playing. Personally, they suck. After they were bood off stage, a band called 'Green Day' came on.
"Hi. Were Green DAy. I'm Billie Joe, Mike'son bass, And Tre is on drums. Ope you liek us, and if you don't, I don't really give a damn. This song is called ' Dissapearing Boy'' Billie Joe said. THey were really good, and Billie was really hot. THey played about 6 songs, when another band, ' Monkey Flease' went on. I was sitting at the bar, drinking a sprite, when that Billie Joe guy sat down next to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I responded. His eyes were a color of green I had never seen before.
"I'm Billie Joe."
"I'm Mia. You guys were really good."
"Thank you. I love hearing that, especially from such pretty girls."
"Cut the flattery, but thanks for noticing."
"I don't notice many things."
"Should I feel special?"
"You should." He said sarcastically.
"I'll Get right on that."
"Ha. Do you play any instruments?"
"I play guitar. And a little harmonica."
"SO do I. Not many girls play either of those instruments, so thats pretty cool."
"I'm pretty cool."
"Tre is cool. Hence the name, Tre Cool." Said Green Day's drummer, sitting next to Billie Joe.
"How original." I joked.
"And you are?" He asked.
"I'm Mia."
"I gotta pee." Said Tre, jumping up fastly.
"WEird fellow." I said to Billie Joe.
"No kidding. Uh, I gotta go, but I would love to have your phone number." Billie Joe responded.
"Uh, sure. It's 703-0374."
"Thanks. I'll Call you."
"Good." I responded. Billie Joe left after that.
"David, come on. I know you hate him. I do too, but we have to remember, my 18 birthday is in 4 months, and you get to move in with me." I said, sitting down on the curb next to him.
"Fine, i'll go home." He responded, taking my hand as offered.
The next day I woke up at about 2 in the afternoon. My mom and brother had already left for work and school. I'm a drop out. I pulled on my jeans, an old operation ivy tshrt, and a pair of old converse. I walked down the street to the record store I usually hung out at with the assistant manager, Josh
"Hey Mia." He said, as I walked in the door.
"Uhg. David ran off again last night, and me being the only one in my house who take any initiative at all, went after him."
"Sorry. We got a new shipment of cd's in. Wanna listen to this one, it's an older one, but its still good."
"Yeah." I responded, taking the cd. It was the ramones. After I put the cd up, Josh asked me
"Hey, a really good band is playing at Gillam tonight, and I have tickets, but cant go. You want it?"
"Hell yeah!" I said, takin the ticket. I went home, and got a peice of week old pizza, and turned on tv.
"I hate tv." I mumbled to myself.
A couple hours later, I left for the club. When I walked in, a band calld 'No Regrets' was playing. Personally, they suck. After they were bood off stage, a band called 'Green Day' came on.
"Hi. Were Green DAy. I'm Billie Joe, Mike'son bass, And Tre is on drums. Ope you liek us, and if you don't, I don't really give a damn. This song is called ' Dissapearing Boy'' Billie Joe said. THey were really good, and Billie was really hot. THey played about 6 songs, when another band, ' Monkey Flease' went on. I was sitting at the bar, drinking a sprite, when that Billie Joe guy sat down next to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I responded. His eyes were a color of green I had never seen before.
"I'm Billie Joe."
"I'm Mia. You guys were really good."
"Thank you. I love hearing that, especially from such pretty girls."
"Cut the flattery, but thanks for noticing."
"I don't notice many things."
"Should I feel special?"
"You should." He said sarcastically.
"I'll Get right on that."
"Ha. Do you play any instruments?"
"I play guitar. And a little harmonica."
"SO do I. Not many girls play either of those instruments, so thats pretty cool."
"I'm pretty cool."
"Tre is cool. Hence the name, Tre Cool." Said Green Day's drummer, sitting next to Billie Joe.
"How original." I joked.
"And you are?" He asked.
"I'm Mia."
"I gotta pee." Said Tre, jumping up fastly.
"WEird fellow." I said to Billie Joe.
"No kidding. Uh, I gotta go, but I would love to have your phone number." Billie Joe responded.
"Uh, sure. It's 703-0374."
"Thanks. I'll Call you."
"Good." I responded. Billie Joe left after that.
