Whipped Cream In A Daze, chapter 1
Isn't today just the most perfect day? Cold, and windy. It's cloudy, but I like days with gray skies like this. That's what I, Kylie Wright thought this morning when I looked out my window.
Here's a little background information about me if you care. I'm 13, 5''4, purple eyes, and people say I look like Tre Cool, but I see no resembleance. I have OBGDD, a.k.a Over-Obcessive-Green-Day-Disorder. I live with my Mom in Oakland, California, and never met my Dad. Mom never talks about him, even when I ask all the time.
I got dressed, my outfit consisting of a black AC DC shirt with red sleeves, torn jeans, a black studded belt, and my old school Vans which were red and black. I brushed out my maroon coloered hair, and applied the usual thick line of black eyeliner around my eyes. I put my glasses on, and let my bangs hang over my left eye. I threw what I needed into my bag, and got prepared for Hell, also known as school.
Why, you ask I call school Hell? Well, at the school I go to, it's full of chavs, preps, posers, and just about everything else you could possibly imagine. Except no punks/rebels, like me. So I'm stuck hanging out with the kids who are into heavy metal and stuff like that. They're okay I guess, but sometimes it feels like I'm left out, which sucks. Okay, if you've gotten this far past my babbling, it's finally getting to the stuff that's actually happening.
As I walked to Hell, I put on my headphones and listened to Dookie, and blasted Chump. As I rounded a corner, I could see the front of the school. Once I got up to it, I met up with my ''friends''. ''Heya Kylie,'' Noelle said.
''Hey.'' I turned up When I Come Around, and leaned against the wall and just tuned everything else out.
''Kylie? Hellooo?'' John said while waving his hand in front of me.
''Hm what?'' I said, putting it on pause.
''Whatcha listening to?''
''Oh. Green Day...'' My voice trailed off, because I knew that they all hated Green Day.
''Oh. Why do you still listen to those shitty sellouts?'' Victoria asked.
''Because I just do. Deal with it.''
''Why not like Slipknot?''
''Not into the whole screaming thing.''
Here's a little background information about me if you care. I'm 13, 5''4, purple eyes, and people say I look like Tre Cool, but I see no resembleance. I have OBGDD, a.k.a Over-Obcessive-Green-Day-Disorder. I live with my Mom in Oakland, California, and never met my Dad. Mom never talks about him, even when I ask all the time.
I got dressed, my outfit consisting of a black AC DC shirt with red sleeves, torn jeans, a black studded belt, and my old school Vans which were red and black. I brushed out my maroon coloered hair, and applied the usual thick line of black eyeliner around my eyes. I put my glasses on, and let my bangs hang over my left eye. I threw what I needed into my bag, and got prepared for Hell, also known as school.
Why, you ask I call school Hell? Well, at the school I go to, it's full of chavs, preps, posers, and just about everything else you could possibly imagine. Except no punks/rebels, like me. So I'm stuck hanging out with the kids who are into heavy metal and stuff like that. They're okay I guess, but sometimes it feels like I'm left out, which sucks. Okay, if you've gotten this far past my babbling, it's finally getting to the stuff that's actually happening.
As I walked to Hell, I put on my headphones and listened to Dookie, and blasted Chump. As I rounded a corner, I could see the front of the school. Once I got up to it, I met up with my ''friends''. ''Heya Kylie,'' Noelle said.
''Hey.'' I turned up When I Come Around, and leaned against the wall and just tuned everything else out.
''Kylie? Hellooo?'' John said while waving his hand in front of me.
''Hm what?'' I said, putting it on pause.
''Whatcha listening to?''
''Oh. Green Day...'' My voice trailed off, because I knew that they all hated Green Day.
''Oh. Why do you still listen to those shitty sellouts?'' Victoria asked.
''Because I just do. Deal with it.''
''Why not like Slipknot?''
''Not into the whole screaming thing.''
