80 as in Adrienne Skye, chapter 1
Did you ever feel the need to get away from your family? Even if it was for one day? Thing is that is how my life is all the time. I'm a sixteen year old for starters. We all know how life is supposedly so hard at this age. To boot, my family isn't what you would call stable. My mom smokes on a daily basis, slowly killing herself a little bit more each day. She thinks I don't know about it. I mean, come on. How can you not smell the smoke on her clothes? I mean, come on, I may not be in the top of my class, but I know the signs of a smoker. Plus I caught her once or twice smoking out in the alley.
Then there's the step-dad. He's not abusive or anything like that, but he way too damn happy. He's so sweet around my mom that it's sickening. It awful to watch. He always tries to get you to like him by saying crap like "let's spend some time together," or some shit like that. Gosh Brad is so sick. The only pretty good thing in my life was my brother, Nate. At least until he decided that he needed to find himself and ran off to Scotland. Though I expect he's only there to drink and meet Scottish chicks.
"They love the american accent," is what he always told me.
So that leaves me, Adrienne Maria Skye. Or at least that was the name my mother gave me at birth. I always thought it was something cool like Star or something a rock star would name his kid, but whatever. So my friends all call me Adie, like Billie Joe's wife in Green Day. The best band in the whole damn world!
You're probably asking what is wrong with my life besides the home thing? I live in California where all the stars run free. Kind of like drunk dogs. Plus I saw Tre Cool in a bar once when I was out with my buddy Billie (her mom loved the band Green Day too and named her after Billie Joe). So what if the home life is screwed up? You would think CA would make up for it.
Thing is when you take a look at me, you can see I'm no beach bunny. I have this dark hair, black or something, with red streaks that run through it. And my wardrobe is a whole other story. I don't wear that bright colors crap and run around like some high cheerleader. I wear dark colors. Period. I mean anything dark. From black to this kind of puck green (or is it a swamp green?) t-shirt. I'm pretty much a dark person. Plus a pierced one ear (left one only, duh) and I was thinking about piercing my tounge too.
My family is pretty much what put me on this plane to England. Though I'm getting ahead of myself. You probably want to hear the story from the beginning.
Then there's the step-dad. He's not abusive or anything like that, but he way too damn happy. He's so sweet around my mom that it's sickening. It awful to watch. He always tries to get you to like him by saying crap like "let's spend some time together," or some shit like that. Gosh Brad is so sick. The only pretty good thing in my life was my brother, Nate. At least until he decided that he needed to find himself and ran off to Scotland. Though I expect he's only there to drink and meet Scottish chicks.
"They love the american accent," is what he always told me.
So that leaves me, Adrienne Maria Skye. Or at least that was the name my mother gave me at birth. I always thought it was something cool like Star or something a rock star would name his kid, but whatever. So my friends all call me Adie, like Billie Joe's wife in Green Day. The best band in the whole damn world!
You're probably asking what is wrong with my life besides the home thing? I live in California where all the stars run free. Kind of like drunk dogs. Plus I saw Tre Cool in a bar once when I was out with my buddy Billie (her mom loved the band Green Day too and named her after Billie Joe). So what if the home life is screwed up? You would think CA would make up for it.
Thing is when you take a look at me, you can see I'm no beach bunny. I have this dark hair, black or something, with red streaks that run through it. And my wardrobe is a whole other story. I don't wear that bright colors crap and run around like some high cheerleader. I wear dark colors. Period. I mean anything dark. From black to this kind of puck green (or is it a swamp green?) t-shirt. I'm pretty much a dark person. Plus a pierced one ear (left one only, duh) and I was thinking about piercing my tounge too.
My family is pretty much what put me on this plane to England. Though I'm getting ahead of myself. You probably want to hear the story from the beginning.
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