A Series Of Truely Unfortunate Events, chapter 1

Lately the only way to describe my life would be 'a series of truly unfortunate events', everything seemed to go wrong. The first thing that went wrong in my life would have to be my boyfriend breaking up with after realizing he was gay. I felt like he was the only guy I could ever feel the way I did for him, I really loved him. My parents decided to go on vacation and a week later I found out that their flight had crashed and both of my parents were dead. The icing on the shitty cake was that I got to be adopted my a couple that absolutely hates my guts and instead of getting to stay in New York City I had to move to Berkley, California. The only people I felt I had in my life were my friends, even though I didn't have many my two best friends always made me feel like I had a reason to live. Chris, my ex-boyfriend, the one that turned gay was one of my best friends and my second would be Sara, she was my best friend for almost my entire life and I couldn't imagine having to move away from her. My foster father was mourning over my foster mother who had also recently died and he decided to drink all of his problems away. I tried my best to stay away from him when he was in his drunken state, like he was tonight but sometimes I can't and I am forced to come face to face with him. When he is in that state he tends to get a bit abusive, ok very abusive, he also makes random false accusations against me which kind of start the fights. I just couldn't take it anymore after tonight. He hit me once again and I went to my room packed up a bag of all the things I needed, I tried to pack light because I was probably going to be sleeping in the park tonight, and I ran away. I ran and ran as far as I could; I think I had been running for about 20min when I just couldn't run anymore so I sat down on the curb of the road, thinking of where I was going to go. I put my head in my hands and started crying; one thing you should know about me is that I don't cry. I hate to cry because I feel like it is being weak but recently all I have been doing is crying. I was so involved in my crying that I didn't even notice the guy standing next to me until he tapped me on the shoulder.
"Are you okay?" I turned around to find a guy about 16 or 17, about my age. He had amazing emerald green eyes and black hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of old jeans.
"Yeah... I'm fine" I didn't feel comfortable telling some random guy my life story no matter how cute he was.
"Yeah? Because you don't look to fine, would you mind if I asked why?" he was so cute and I just couldn't resist those caring, kind eyes, so I gave in. I told him the whole story, well... almost the whole story; there were certain parts I preferred to keep to myself. When I was done he just looked at me and then tried to break the uncomfortable silence, "Umm...i don't think I caught you name" I looked over at him
"Katie, my name's Katie... what's your name"
"I'm Billie Joe Armstrong" he looked at me and then away as if he were thinking about something and then hooked at me again as if he just got an idea, "Please don't take this the wrong way or anything but would you like to come over, I mean you don't have anywhere to go and you could stay over at my house" I could tell he wasn't some jerk trying to get me into bed so I agreed, after all I didn't have anywhere better to go.
"Yeah... sure" we started walking to his house, on the way I found out a lot of things about him, he had a band, and he played guitar too, we had so much in common I felt like maybe at last my life wasn't going to be so bad.