The Story of a Girl, chapter 2
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I layed back onto my bed. I layed on my side and clicked the button my my digital alarm clock that turns on the radio. Sigh. My only source of music.
"Hear the sound of the falling rain.." I whispered to myself singing along, with the volume of my clock turned down so my mom won't hear it.
"Argh... So unfair....." I whispered.
After a few minutes the song ended. Damn. Click. I turned it off. So quiet.... I opened my desk drawer and took out my red and black coiled notebook. I pulled out a black pen and began to scribble down stuff to let out my anger.
I HATE THIS SO MUCH. IT'S SO QUIET, SUCH A RIOT. MY MOM SUCKS SO MUCH. ARGH!!!
I wrote so much that I eventually had to flip the page. Woah. I had pressed to hard that the ink leaked onto the other page. "Hey..maybe I'll write a song.." whispered to myself grabbing my guitar from the back of my closet then sitting back down on my bed.
"BLAH BLAH BLAH SOMETHING.. " I started to sing, while strumming my guitar trying to think of something to write. My guitar belonged to my father, Bryan Smith. Eventually he gave it to me.
"Mom.. Why can't you accept who I am? All the scars you've made in my life. I can't believe you were my fathers wife. Do you think I can take shit anymore? I'm a kid that's so hard core. Accept me for who I am..I'll never be what you want. I'm not the goodie goodie girl type, so leave me alone can't take the hype" I sang strumming my guitar.
Hey that was pretty good. I scribbled down what I had just sang into my notebook.
"God..my only friend in the world.." I said looking down at the strings of my guitar.
I looked up staring at my Green Day poster. I CAN'T believe that my mom hates them. She thinks there so like.. eww.. but there not. They fucking rock. I've liked them since I was 6. My dad got me Nimrod.
The night of the Green Day concert...
"Damnit.. ARGH I HAVE GOT TO FIND A WAY TO GET TO THAT FUCKING CONCERT!" I said pacing my room.
Wait..I'm home alone. My mom's at work. She doesnt come home till late at night! Just enough to sneak back in! A HA! I ran towards my mom's bedroom door and put my hand on the doorknob.
"FUCK!"I yelled. It was locked.
Wait a minute... I reached into my back pocket and held a thin stick. I stuck it into the hole in the doorknob. Click. I opened the door. "YES!!!" I shrieked. I ran in grabbing my ticket, and my Nimrod Cd. Nimrod has always been my favourite. I ran downstairs and grabbed the phone to call a taxi. "Hello yes, I need a taxi" I began and told the guy my adress. Within 10 minutes he was in my driveway. I jumped in the backseat.
"Green Day concert tonight, Can you get me there?" I asked the driver.
I know him well. His name's George. He's driven me to places before during other times when I have snuck out.
"Sure no problem Aly" he said and started to drive off.
I turned around and looked out the window from my seat, watching my house get smaller and smaller then finally disapearing.
"Okay we're here.." said George turning around looking at me.
"Thanks for the ride!" I replyed passing him a few bucks then jumping out of the taxi.
The next thing I new I was having an AWESOME time freaking out to my favourite band of all time. And then later Minority began. My favourite song EVER.
"FUCK EM' ALL!" yelled everyone in the crowd.
After some more songs Billie Joe finally played Time Of Your Life. I cried. I get flashbacks of memories when I hear that. The concert was over. I wish it had lasted longer! It was so fun! I walked outside of the building. It was dark. Wait.. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO GET HOME?
"Hear the sound of the falling rain.." I whispered to myself singing along, with the volume of my clock turned down so my mom won't hear it.
"Argh... So unfair....." I whispered.
After a few minutes the song ended. Damn. Click. I turned it off. So quiet.... I opened my desk drawer and took out my red and black coiled notebook. I pulled out a black pen and began to scribble down stuff to let out my anger.
I HATE THIS SO MUCH. IT'S SO QUIET, SUCH A RIOT. MY MOM SUCKS SO MUCH. ARGH!!!
I wrote so much that I eventually had to flip the page. Woah. I had pressed to hard that the ink leaked onto the other page. "Hey..maybe I'll write a song.." whispered to myself grabbing my guitar from the back of my closet then sitting back down on my bed.
"BLAH BLAH BLAH SOMETHING.. " I started to sing, while strumming my guitar trying to think of something to write. My guitar belonged to my father, Bryan Smith. Eventually he gave it to me.
"Mom.. Why can't you accept who I am? All the scars you've made in my life. I can't believe you were my fathers wife. Do you think I can take shit anymore? I'm a kid that's so hard core. Accept me for who I am..I'll never be what you want. I'm not the goodie goodie girl type, so leave me alone can't take the hype" I sang strumming my guitar.
Hey that was pretty good. I scribbled down what I had just sang into my notebook.
"God..my only friend in the world.." I said looking down at the strings of my guitar.
I looked up staring at my Green Day poster. I CAN'T believe that my mom hates them. She thinks there so like.. eww.. but there not. They fucking rock. I've liked them since I was 6. My dad got me Nimrod.
The night of the Green Day concert...
"Damnit.. ARGH I HAVE GOT TO FIND A WAY TO GET TO THAT FUCKING CONCERT!" I said pacing my room.
Wait..I'm home alone. My mom's at work. She doesnt come home till late at night! Just enough to sneak back in! A HA! I ran towards my mom's bedroom door and put my hand on the doorknob.
"FUCK!"I yelled. It was locked.
Wait a minute... I reached into my back pocket and held a thin stick. I stuck it into the hole in the doorknob. Click. I opened the door. "YES!!!" I shrieked. I ran in grabbing my ticket, and my Nimrod Cd. Nimrod has always been my favourite. I ran downstairs and grabbed the phone to call a taxi. "Hello yes, I need a taxi" I began and told the guy my adress. Within 10 minutes he was in my driveway. I jumped in the backseat.
"Green Day concert tonight, Can you get me there?" I asked the driver.
I know him well. His name's George. He's driven me to places before during other times when I have snuck out.
"Sure no problem Aly" he said and started to drive off.
I turned around and looked out the window from my seat, watching my house get smaller and smaller then finally disapearing.
"Okay we're here.." said George turning around looking at me.
"Thanks for the ride!" I replyed passing him a few bucks then jumping out of the taxi.
The next thing I new I was having an AWESOME time freaking out to my favourite band of all time. And then later Minority began. My favourite song EVER.
"FUCK EM' ALL!" yelled everyone in the crowd.
After some more songs Billie Joe finally played Time Of Your Life. I cried. I get flashbacks of memories when I hear that. The concert was over. I wish it had lasted longer! It was so fun! I walked outside of the building. It was dark. Wait.. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO GET HOME?
