Living With A Rock Star Dad, chapter 2
So I went to brush my teeeth. And on the way I tripped over my case... Stupid fucking case. It really hurt! I t would hurt you to. Anyway so after brushing my teeth I made sure I had everything in my case. Chack list:-
1. Undies/socks
2. CD's(The Ramones, The Clash -London Calling and my secret Green Day Cd Warning! )
3. Hoodie (plain black)
4. Photo of mum and dad (together when they were together)
5. T-dhirt (5 in total) and trousers (2 in total)
GOT EVERYTHING! I bet you I'll foreget something. I always do but it cool because then I get to see dad again. My mum hates it obviously, she's got a new dude to screw to. Not that she's a whore or anything, its just well... WRONG! I have a dad and she's my mum, they used to... Well you know, I don't really want to get into details.
"Come on Stella we're already 10 minutes late." Dad said as I tried to pull my bag down stairs.
"Ok ok I'm done I'm done." I said then falling down the last six stpes. SHIT! That hurt a lot. I got up to see my dad pissing himself. But the thing is I couldn't get up. I did something to my ankle. Oh damn!
"Dad, please don't laugh, I've really hurt my ankle." I said grabbing his arm so I could get up. He held me up properly and made me sit down on the couch in the living room... When he stoppped laughing.
"Sorry Hero, if I knew you hurt yourself I wouldn't have laughed." Dad said with a concernd look now.
"Ha ha shut up I know that's a lie!" I said poking him in the arm. He looked at me and started tickling me.
"OW SHIT MY ANKLE!" I shouted really loud.
"Ok I was only checking, I'll go get some ice and ring your mum to say that you might be late." And he got up.
"Can I stay another night!" I asked really quick. I so didnt want to go back and see her new boyfriend... Jason.
"No Hero, theres school tommorow even though I wouldn't care but mum will AND I have a photo shoot and if I'm late Billie will have me in a head lock and Tre will steal my coffee. Sorry Hero." And with that he left the room. Stupid mums. Stupid stairs! I'm always falling over stuff... As you can see. Twice in less than an hour. It isn't my fault I've got my dad's genes, I've got my mums looks though. I have her hazel eyes and facial features. I suppose I have my dad's hair. I'm kinda happy with the way I look which is lucky for a girl teenager. When I was thinking about this weird stuff I heard shouting.
"WHAT! I CAN'T BELIVE YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD PUSH HER!... She's fine... After the swelling goes down a bit I'll bring her down... No there is no need for a doctor... I DIDNT PUSH HER!... Please there is no need for a doctor... She didnt cry she's 15... There's no need for you to come down... Yes at 2:00p. M... Look please.. Hello... ARGH" I heard him slam the phone down. They're always like this I'm telling ya. He came in looking kinda angry.
"Dad... The swellings down we could race her to her house before she can get here?" I said with a grin on my face. Come we need some revenge.. She thought dad pushed me down the stairs!
"No we betta now. She'll phone the police or something and the tabloids will go fucking crazy." He let out a frustrating sigh and sat down next to me. I hate it when my dad is like this.
"I would get you a coffe but you know, the swelling will come back... God I felt old then" I said kinda cheeky. Dad hates it when I refer to his age.
"OI! SHUT UP YOU" And with that he started tickling me again. It didnt hurt so much this time so I tried to tickle him back. The I heard the voice of my mum
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO MY DAUGHTER!"... Oh God, not again!
1. Undies/socks
2. CD's(The Ramones, The Clash -London Calling and my secret Green Day Cd Warning! )
3. Hoodie (plain black)
4. Photo of mum and dad (together when they were together)
5. T-dhirt (5 in total) and trousers (2 in total)
GOT EVERYTHING! I bet you I'll foreget something. I always do but it cool because then I get to see dad again. My mum hates it obviously, she's got a new dude to screw to. Not that she's a whore or anything, its just well... WRONG! I have a dad and she's my mum, they used to... Well you know, I don't really want to get into details.
"Come on Stella we're already 10 minutes late." Dad said as I tried to pull my bag down stairs.
"Ok ok I'm done I'm done." I said then falling down the last six stpes. SHIT! That hurt a lot. I got up to see my dad pissing himself. But the thing is I couldn't get up. I did something to my ankle. Oh damn!
"Dad, please don't laugh, I've really hurt my ankle." I said grabbing his arm so I could get up. He held me up properly and made me sit down on the couch in the living room... When he stoppped laughing.
"Sorry Hero, if I knew you hurt yourself I wouldn't have laughed." Dad said with a concernd look now.
"Ha ha shut up I know that's a lie!" I said poking him in the arm. He looked at me and started tickling me.
"OW SHIT MY ANKLE!" I shouted really loud.
"Ok I was only checking, I'll go get some ice and ring your mum to say that you might be late." And he got up.
"Can I stay another night!" I asked really quick. I so didnt want to go back and see her new boyfriend... Jason.
"No Hero, theres school tommorow even though I wouldn't care but mum will AND I have a photo shoot and if I'm late Billie will have me in a head lock and Tre will steal my coffee. Sorry Hero." And with that he left the room. Stupid mums. Stupid stairs! I'm always falling over stuff... As you can see. Twice in less than an hour. It isn't my fault I've got my dad's genes, I've got my mums looks though. I have her hazel eyes and facial features. I suppose I have my dad's hair. I'm kinda happy with the way I look which is lucky for a girl teenager. When I was thinking about this weird stuff I heard shouting.
"WHAT! I CAN'T BELIVE YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD PUSH HER!... She's fine... After the swelling goes down a bit I'll bring her down... No there is no need for a doctor... I DIDNT PUSH HER!... Please there is no need for a doctor... She didnt cry she's 15... There's no need for you to come down... Yes at 2:00p. M... Look please.. Hello... ARGH" I heard him slam the phone down. They're always like this I'm telling ya. He came in looking kinda angry.
"Dad... The swellings down we could race her to her house before she can get here?" I said with a grin on my face. Come we need some revenge.. She thought dad pushed me down the stairs!
"No we betta now. She'll phone the police or something and the tabloids will go fucking crazy." He let out a frustrating sigh and sat down next to me. I hate it when my dad is like this.
"I would get you a coffe but you know, the swelling will come back... God I felt old then" I said kinda cheeky. Dad hates it when I refer to his age.
"OI! SHUT UP YOU" And with that he started tickling me again. It didnt hurt so much this time so I tried to tickle him back. The I heard the voice of my mum
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO MY DAUGHTER!"... Oh God, not again!
