I Can't Wait For The Day, chapter 1
[Judy's POV]
Fuck. I hate math.
I'm sitting here with Mona, I hope the teacher doesn't notice we're talking. He probably won't, he's a deaf old bastard. Why does he have to keep explaining the stupid problems? Ok, the answer is... 47. So we get it. Let us out of this hellhole!
"Hey, is that a new guy?" Mona mouths these words to me from the next row and motions to a kid sitting at the back of the room. Hm. I didn't even notice him there... He looks like one of those loner kids, all depressed and shit. Alright, so people have said that about me. They call me depressed, but they don't even know me. Oh well. Maybe I'll talk to this kid, he looks like he's not mean or anything. Black, messed up hair, Ramones tee, converse. Have to wait for class to end though.
Mona and I are best friends, we hang out all the time. She's got this gorgeous long, brown, hair and bright blue eyes. Mona is short for Ramona, which is funny, because she loves the Ramones. Seriously. Loves. Sweet sweet, little Ramona.
Me, I'm more.. I dunno. My hair is really short, and most days I spike it up into a fauxhawk. Today I just put on some stuff off of my floor.. Jeans, The Who t-shirt, and some eyeliner. Hell, I don't care what I look like too much. Most of the other girls at my school are slutty little bitches. Grade ten sucks. I'm glad I'm not one of them.
So. Back to this guy. It's after class now, so...
"Hey, are you new here?" I ask the guy.
"Um, yeah. Name's Billie Joe, call me Billie or BJ"
"Ok Billie, so, why'd ya come to this shit school over the others?" I ask. Man, I hate school.
"Uh, mainly because I live close to it, and I don't wanna waste my money on a bus pass to get to the other ones." he replies. Good enough answer. He's got nice eyes. Why is it that I always notice people's eyes? He looks as though he doesn't know if he should be talking to me.
[Mona's POV]
Jude's talking to the new guy. He's kinda cute. I wonder if Judy thinks so... Probably. We usually like the same guys... Which sucks. I'll go talk with both of them instead of just sitting here watching them, because its creepy to have people staring at you.
"Judy, we've got guitar class now"
"Yay! No more wasting our time learning Algebra! Ha!"
The guy looks surprised. "Really? I've got Guitar too... Maybe I can sit with you guys?"
"Uh... No." Judy says sarcastically.
"Okay, I will anyways."
[Billie's POV]
Damn I'm good.
Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen. First period class at a new school and yes, TWO nice girls are in my class and they actually talk to me! That has got to be some sort of record.. Let's just hope this isn't like when I was little, and those girls would beat me up...
Now it's time for some mad guitar skills. Judy and Mona say it's a good class, their friend Ava's in it too.
We step into the classroom, and there's a girl with an acoustic playing... Wait, I know this one... Whoa. I start to sing to her guitar playing.
"You've got no defense.. You call that a new way of thinking, I call it regret situation, Take Warning, Take Warning..."
She looks at me in shock. I guess she didn't expect that I would know the words to Take Warning? Come on, it's one of Operation Ivy's best songs! I wonder if she's seen them live?
"You've got a good voice," she says. Okay, so Operation Ivy isn't exactly difficult to sing to.
"Uh.. Thanks" I say.
Judy introduces me to the girl. It's Ava. She's got curly brown and pink hair and she's taller than me. Quite a bit taller. Ah.
[After School]
[Still Billie's POV]
I'm walking home with Mona and Judy Apparently, Judy lives on the same street as me and Mona's going to Judy's. So I'm gonna stop at my house, tell my mom I'm going out, and go to Judy's. She won't care, she's a somewhat nice parent.
We walk down the street and see a bunch of people standing around. One small girl with long, tangled, dirty blonde hair who looked dangerously skinny started walking our direction.
"Shit," Judy said, "Okay... Run!"
I was confused but I ran. We ran four more blocks to Judy's house and slammed the door.
"What the hell was that?!" I asked.
"Um.. Well, she called me a fake, and poser, and a wannabe, so I called her a bitch.. She said she'd get her boyfriend and his friends to beat me up, so.. I ran from her. Bitch."
I made a mental note to stay away from the anorexic looking girl.
Fuck. I hate math.
I'm sitting here with Mona, I hope the teacher doesn't notice we're talking. He probably won't, he's a deaf old bastard. Why does he have to keep explaining the stupid problems? Ok, the answer is... 47. So we get it. Let us out of this hellhole!
"Hey, is that a new guy?" Mona mouths these words to me from the next row and motions to a kid sitting at the back of the room. Hm. I didn't even notice him there... He looks like one of those loner kids, all depressed and shit. Alright, so people have said that about me. They call me depressed, but they don't even know me. Oh well. Maybe I'll talk to this kid, he looks like he's not mean or anything. Black, messed up hair, Ramones tee, converse. Have to wait for class to end though.
Mona and I are best friends, we hang out all the time. She's got this gorgeous long, brown, hair and bright blue eyes. Mona is short for Ramona, which is funny, because she loves the Ramones. Seriously. Loves. Sweet sweet, little Ramona.
Me, I'm more.. I dunno. My hair is really short, and most days I spike it up into a fauxhawk. Today I just put on some stuff off of my floor.. Jeans, The Who t-shirt, and some eyeliner. Hell, I don't care what I look like too much. Most of the other girls at my school are slutty little bitches. Grade ten sucks. I'm glad I'm not one of them.
So. Back to this guy. It's after class now, so...
"Hey, are you new here?" I ask the guy.
"Um, yeah. Name's Billie Joe, call me Billie or BJ"
"Ok Billie, so, why'd ya come to this shit school over the others?" I ask. Man, I hate school.
"Uh, mainly because I live close to it, and I don't wanna waste my money on a bus pass to get to the other ones." he replies. Good enough answer. He's got nice eyes. Why is it that I always notice people's eyes? He looks as though he doesn't know if he should be talking to me.
[Mona's POV]
Jude's talking to the new guy. He's kinda cute. I wonder if Judy thinks so... Probably. We usually like the same guys... Which sucks. I'll go talk with both of them instead of just sitting here watching them, because its creepy to have people staring at you.
"Judy, we've got guitar class now"
"Yay! No more wasting our time learning Algebra! Ha!"
The guy looks surprised. "Really? I've got Guitar too... Maybe I can sit with you guys?"
"Uh... No." Judy says sarcastically.
"Okay, I will anyways."
[Billie's POV]
Damn I'm good.
Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen. First period class at a new school and yes, TWO nice girls are in my class and they actually talk to me! That has got to be some sort of record.. Let's just hope this isn't like when I was little, and those girls would beat me up...
Now it's time for some mad guitar skills. Judy and Mona say it's a good class, their friend Ava's in it too.
We step into the classroom, and there's a girl with an acoustic playing... Wait, I know this one... Whoa. I start to sing to her guitar playing.
"You've got no defense.. You call that a new way of thinking, I call it regret situation, Take Warning, Take Warning..."
She looks at me in shock. I guess she didn't expect that I would know the words to Take Warning? Come on, it's one of Operation Ivy's best songs! I wonder if she's seen them live?
"You've got a good voice," she says. Okay, so Operation Ivy isn't exactly difficult to sing to.
"Uh.. Thanks" I say.
Judy introduces me to the girl. It's Ava. She's got curly brown and pink hair and she's taller than me. Quite a bit taller. Ah.
[After School]
[Still Billie's POV]
I'm walking home with Mona and Judy Apparently, Judy lives on the same street as me and Mona's going to Judy's. So I'm gonna stop at my house, tell my mom I'm going out, and go to Judy's. She won't care, she's a somewhat nice parent.
We walk down the street and see a bunch of people standing around. One small girl with long, tangled, dirty blonde hair who looked dangerously skinny started walking our direction.
"Shit," Judy said, "Okay... Run!"
I was confused but I ran. We ran four more blocks to Judy's house and slammed the door.
"What the hell was that?!" I asked.
"Um.. Well, she called me a fake, and poser, and a wannabe, so I called her a bitch.. She said she'd get her boyfriend and his friends to beat me up, so.. I ran from her. Bitch."
I made a mental note to stay away from the anorexic looking girl.
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