Ad Is The Only Way UP, chapter 3
"JOEY ARMSTRONG!?!?!?!?!" I almost shouted "Like as in Joey Armstrong?"
"Yes my dad is in Green Day," he said, noticing the first thing I had written on my new converse. He sighed loudly. I just looked at him to see why he was upset."I get this from eveyone I meet, that's why I thought you would be different and not care about that. Because you were new and you looked like you wern't going to just end up hanging around with the popular kids at school. Maybe just to want to know me not my dad."
"Dont worry Joey, I want to get to know you, that would be good for both of us. I dont know the first thing about America. Could you help me?" I asked him.
"Really? Not just 'cause my dad is Billie Joe Armstrong?"
"No not at all. Where are we going then?"
"Well we were going to a poser punk's house. But as you dont really care what my parentage is, we could go to mine," he suggested.
"Cool idea. Just out of interest whats this poser punks name?"
"Danni. He moved here from..." he began.
"Stevenage, England. He used to be my best friend. He wasn't a poser then."
***
Wow I don't believe it. I've been here for three days and I've met Joey bloody Armstrong. When I told mum, she screamed "Shit, really? Is that the bloke in the coffee place?" Like I said, my mum isn't exactly everyones idea of normal. She's like a hippy/punk/goth. She has the coolest tattoo on her leg of a punk with a rainbow mohawk. The police rang us today, they said they might have a lead on what caused the fire back in England.
"Shit," me and Griffon said simultaneously. It caused me to have another one of my panic attacks. Griffon and I had to deal with it upstairs, incase mum caught on to why I had it.
***
"Shit! Adara can't you control this?" Griffon asked, completely unhelpful.
"What...the...fuck...do...you...think?" I replied with great difficulty. "Griff you are gonna have to take me to the hospital, this is the worst I've ever had."
"Right. Okay," said Griffon, panicking himself. "Mum. Me and Ads are going out for a bit okay?"
"Yeah sure," shouted mum from downstairs "Where are you going?"
"Joey's," I whispered to Griff.
"Joey's," he repeted to mum.
"Be back for dinner then," she said.
"Hurry up!! Im about to pass out!" I struggled to say to Griffon when we were in his car. He is 19 and works at the hospital. Too late, I passed out anyway.
"Ads. Ads!!" Griffon started shouting. "Shit she's gone," he muttered to himself
When we got to the hospital I was starting to regain consciousness and the ability of speech. By the time we found where we had to be, I had spotted Joey on his way to the same place. Griffon was carrying me but he recognised Joey as well.
"Joey," he shouted.
"Huh. Who are you? And why are you carrying Adara like that? What happened to her?" Joey asked confused.
"Right. First question first. Im Adara's brother Griffon. She passed out in my car on the way here, she had a very bad panic attack and now needs more oxygen than she can get standing here."
***
When the doctor saw me, he gave me an oxygen mask and scolded Griffon for not getting me here sooner. "Are you Adaras father?" he asked Griffon
"No," he replied quick to anger on the subject of our dad.
"Sorry I didn't mean to offend. Does a parent know where you two are?"
"My dad is dead."
"Shit," muttered the doctor.
"Don't feel sorry for us. It's better that he is dead," said Griffon.
"He died in a fire in England. He abused us, okay? We weren't upset when he died," I carried on from Griffon.
"We aren't upset now either," finished Griffon.
"Yes my dad is in Green Day," he said, noticing the first thing I had written on my new converse. He sighed loudly. I just looked at him to see why he was upset."I get this from eveyone I meet, that's why I thought you would be different and not care about that. Because you were new and you looked like you wern't going to just end up hanging around with the popular kids at school. Maybe just to want to know me not my dad."
"Dont worry Joey, I want to get to know you, that would be good for both of us. I dont know the first thing about America. Could you help me?" I asked him.
"Really? Not just 'cause my dad is Billie Joe Armstrong?"
"No not at all. Where are we going then?"
"Well we were going to a poser punk's house. But as you dont really care what my parentage is, we could go to mine," he suggested.
"Cool idea. Just out of interest whats this poser punks name?"
"Danni. He moved here from..." he began.
"Stevenage, England. He used to be my best friend. He wasn't a poser then."
***
Wow I don't believe it. I've been here for three days and I've met Joey bloody Armstrong. When I told mum, she screamed "Shit, really? Is that the bloke in the coffee place?" Like I said, my mum isn't exactly everyones idea of normal. She's like a hippy/punk/goth. She has the coolest tattoo on her leg of a punk with a rainbow mohawk. The police rang us today, they said they might have a lead on what caused the fire back in England.
"Shit," me and Griffon said simultaneously. It caused me to have another one of my panic attacks. Griffon and I had to deal with it upstairs, incase mum caught on to why I had it.
***
"Shit! Adara can't you control this?" Griffon asked, completely unhelpful.
"What...the...fuck...do...you...think?" I replied with great difficulty. "Griff you are gonna have to take me to the hospital, this is the worst I've ever had."
"Right. Okay," said Griffon, panicking himself. "Mum. Me and Ads are going out for a bit okay?"
"Yeah sure," shouted mum from downstairs "Where are you going?"
"Joey's," I whispered to Griff.
"Joey's," he repeted to mum.
"Be back for dinner then," she said.
"Hurry up!! Im about to pass out!" I struggled to say to Griffon when we were in his car. He is 19 and works at the hospital. Too late, I passed out anyway.
"Ads. Ads!!" Griffon started shouting. "Shit she's gone," he muttered to himself
When we got to the hospital I was starting to regain consciousness and the ability of speech. By the time we found where we had to be, I had spotted Joey on his way to the same place. Griffon was carrying me but he recognised Joey as well.
"Joey," he shouted.
"Huh. Who are you? And why are you carrying Adara like that? What happened to her?" Joey asked confused.
"Right. First question first. Im Adara's brother Griffon. She passed out in my car on the way here, she had a very bad panic attack and now needs more oxygen than she can get standing here."
***
When the doctor saw me, he gave me an oxygen mask and scolded Griffon for not getting me here sooner. "Are you Adaras father?" he asked Griffon
"No," he replied quick to anger on the subject of our dad.
"Sorry I didn't mean to offend. Does a parent know where you two are?"
"My dad is dead."
"Shit," muttered the doctor.
"Don't feel sorry for us. It's better that he is dead," said Griffon.
"He died in a fire in England. He abused us, okay? We weren't upset when he died," I carried on from Griffon.
"We aren't upset now either," finished Griffon.
