The Only Way I Know, chapter 1
"YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING GET IT DO YOU?" I shouted to my mom. I ran up the stairs and toward my room. I slammed the door making sure that she could hear it.
"I just can't fucking take this anymore," I whined. So I crawled into a ball on the top of my bed and starting crying for quiet a long time.
"I can't take it here anymore. I need to leave. I have to go somewhere," I mumbled. I grabbed a bookbag off of the floor and just started packing all of my Green Day stuff first then I put in a few clothes till I couldn't fit anything else in there. I grabbed my wallet, my guitar, and I was ready to go.
I walked downstairs and put on my old black and white converse low tops.
"Where in the hell do you think your going?"
"I'm leaving this shitty place mom. I can't stand it here anymore. You and Dad just don't get anything about me. I'm leaving."
"No your not. You couldn't last one day in the world. You probably only have a few bucks. And what about school huh? Your not leaving. You can leave when your 18 and you've finished High School." said my mom.
My mom's purse was hanging right behind me on the railing of the stairs. I reached my hand back and grabbed all the money out of her wallet while still looking straight at her. I acted like it was an itch on my back.
"No mom. I am leaving. I can take care of my fucking self and I'll show you that I can last it out there. I have the money taken care of. " I said.
"So what about school?" she asked again.
"Fuck school." I said.
I was walking for the door when I heard my mom say," Wait." I turned around.
"What?"
"Is this all about the Billie Joe person that your always talking about and everything. I've heard the songs you've listened to from him. The I wanna be the minority crap. If your trying to be like him you'll never make it. And I remember you saying that he dropped out of High School. Does that make you think that you can?"
"This isn't about Billie Joe. And don't you fricking dare put his music down. Minority is one of the best songs in the world. Billie kind of just showed me the way I guess you could say. But I'm dealing with the situation the only way I know how."
That was the end of the conversation and me and my mom knew it. She blankly stared at me as I turned around and went out the door. I took a deep fresh of air and smiled as I started a new life.
"To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I left behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run
I run awy
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home"
"No mom. I'm not trying to be like Billie Joe, but he did show me the way." I thought to myself.
"I just can't fucking take this anymore," I whined. So I crawled into a ball on the top of my bed and starting crying for quiet a long time.
"I can't take it here anymore. I need to leave. I have to go somewhere," I mumbled. I grabbed a bookbag off of the floor and just started packing all of my Green Day stuff first then I put in a few clothes till I couldn't fit anything else in there. I grabbed my wallet, my guitar, and I was ready to go.
I walked downstairs and put on my old black and white converse low tops.
"Where in the hell do you think your going?"
"I'm leaving this shitty place mom. I can't stand it here anymore. You and Dad just don't get anything about me. I'm leaving."
"No your not. You couldn't last one day in the world. You probably only have a few bucks. And what about school huh? Your not leaving. You can leave when your 18 and you've finished High School." said my mom.
My mom's purse was hanging right behind me on the railing of the stairs. I reached my hand back and grabbed all the money out of her wallet while still looking straight at her. I acted like it was an itch on my back.
"No mom. I am leaving. I can take care of my fucking self and I'll show you that I can last it out there. I have the money taken care of. " I said.
"So what about school?" she asked again.
"Fuck school." I said.
I was walking for the door when I heard my mom say," Wait." I turned around.
"What?"
"Is this all about the Billie Joe person that your always talking about and everything. I've heard the songs you've listened to from him. The I wanna be the minority crap. If your trying to be like him you'll never make it. And I remember you saying that he dropped out of High School. Does that make you think that you can?"
"This isn't about Billie Joe. And don't you fricking dare put his music down. Minority is one of the best songs in the world. Billie kind of just showed me the way I guess you could say. But I'm dealing with the situation the only way I know how."
That was the end of the conversation and me and my mom knew it. She blankly stared at me as I turned around and went out the door. I took a deep fresh of air and smiled as I started a new life.
"To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I left behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run
I run awy
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home"
"No mom. I'm not trying to be like Billie Joe, but he did show me the way." I thought to myself.
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