A New Generation (A sequel to Once upon a Green Day), chapter 1
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Hi. Okay well do I really have to introduce myself? Well anyways, it's me. Todd Palapuz. Now as you may know about my little encounter with Green Day when I was 11. Now.. I'm 15 and still loving rock music and still strumming away on the same guitar Billie had given me four years ago. And here I am. I don't know how this happened, or little did I know the long road I was going to walk on. But the journey... was fucking worth it. And the legacy, lives on.
The same words replayed over and over again through my head "It was all black, but all I heard was a voice. And that voice was yours... BEEEP!! BEEEP!! BEEEP!!" I opened my eyes and slammed my hand on my alarm clock. "Fuck" I said under my breath then rubbing the crusty shit out of my eyes. I looked up at the clock. God 7:00 am. Meh. I got up and opened up my closet. I grabbed some jeans, a sweater, and some converse then put it all on. Then I went into the bathroom and put my hand on the doorknob. Locked. "Heellllloooo????" I said infront of the door. "Hold on Todd!" exclaimed a voice. That voice was my mom's. After a few minutes mom finally opened the door. "Okay you can use it" she said moving out of the way. I stepped into the bathroom and well.. did my bussiness. Duh. I washed my hands and face then looked up into the mirror. "Damn, I'm ugly.." I said to myself looking into my own reflection of my dark hair and brown eyes. I went back into my room, grabbed my backpack, stuffed in some books, then headed downstairs. "You gonna eat breakfast?" asked Mom in the kitchen. "No thanks See ya!" I said running out the door to the bus stop.
Then along came the bus.God we need a new bus driver. Smelly guy. I swear, he's a freaking hobo. I bet you he lives in that bus. "What are you coming in or what? Hurry up you punk" he said. I snapped out of a trance and stepped onto the bus. I looked to see other kids on it. It was all like differnt groups. Clicks to be exact. At the back of the bus, all of the stupid slutty popular girls and jocks. Then next few rows were the artsy,drama, and geek kind of people. Then nearer to the front, my best buds along with a few other people. Girls and boys. Where do I hang out? With the kind of... rock music punk kids. "Hey Todd take a seat" said Mark. I sat down. "Hey sup you guys?" I asked looking at Mark and Bryan in the seat across to mine "Nothing much.." said Mark. "My parents are at it again. Jeez" said Bryan rolling his eyes. "Damn that sucks man. You okay?" I asked. "Yeah I'll be fine. Just fine" he sighed. The bus stopped to pick up some more people. Then a girl stepped onto the bus. I had never seen her around before. She looked.. different. Who is she?
My eyes widened and my throat twisted up. She had dark black hair, with whispy red streaks at the bottom. She was wearing thick black eyeliner, with a navy blue sweater, black jeans, and beaten up sneakers. Then she walked toward where I was and I looked up into her piercing dark brown eyes. Wow. She is so.. "This seat taken?" she asked. My thoughts got interuptted. "Umm no, take a seat" I said. She sat down next to me with her backpack rested on her feet."So.. You new here?" I asked her quietly. "Yeah.. My name's Taylor" she replied. "I see..." I said. Taylor.. Hmm.. Pretty cool name though considering that it's for a boy or a girl. "So.. where did you move from?" I asked. "Texas.." she said kind of ignoring me then taking out a cd player and putting on some headphones. "It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right..." she muttered. Hey now where have I heard that before?... Of course. "I hope you had the time of your life.." I finished. She gave me a "are you fucking kidding me?" kind of look. Taylor slipped off the headphones resting them on her neck and said , "What kind of music you into?" "Rock music. My mom got me into Green Day. You?" I said. I like her already. "Cool, you like the old stuff eh? You ever heard of stuff like.. Simple Plan?" she asked. "Yeah I've heard of em, but Green Day has been like all I've been listening since I was 11" I said having a few flashbacks in my mind. "It would be so awesome to meet them eh?" she said with a sigh. I grinned. "Yeah... it really would be" I said remembering what had happened four years ago. Should I tell her? She would think I'm crazy. Hmm..
After that bus ride we went our separate ways. I walked off to art class. Yes I take art shut up. And yea I may be the only guy but, I love to draw. My mom did too. I gotta find one of her sketchbooks one day.
"Okay class, I want you to draw something that looks so life like that it looks like an acutall photo. Also it should be something that means a lot to you. It can be anything you want. Have fun with it. Use pencil, paint it, whatever. Now this will be due in a week and the one that I think is the best get's placed the the local art gallery! So.. Get to it class!" said my teacher.
I grabbed a piece of art paper and placed it on the stand infront of me.
mm... What can I draw? I reached into my backpack and took out a sketchbook. I began flipping through it. [i]Maybe I can find some inspiration...[i]
The same words replayed over and over again through my head "It was all black, but all I heard was a voice. And that voice was yours... BEEEP!! BEEEP!! BEEEP!!" I opened my eyes and slammed my hand on my alarm clock. "Fuck" I said under my breath then rubbing the crusty shit out of my eyes. I looked up at the clock. God 7:00 am. Meh. I got up and opened up my closet. I grabbed some jeans, a sweater, and some converse then put it all on. Then I went into the bathroom and put my hand on the doorknob. Locked. "Heellllloooo????" I said infront of the door. "Hold on Todd!" exclaimed a voice. That voice was my mom's. After a few minutes mom finally opened the door. "Okay you can use it" she said moving out of the way. I stepped into the bathroom and well.. did my bussiness. Duh. I washed my hands and face then looked up into the mirror. "Damn, I'm ugly.." I said to myself looking into my own reflection of my dark hair and brown eyes. I went back into my room, grabbed my backpack, stuffed in some books, then headed downstairs. "You gonna eat breakfast?" asked Mom in the kitchen. "No thanks See ya!" I said running out the door to the bus stop.
Then along came the bus.God we need a new bus driver. Smelly guy. I swear, he's a freaking hobo. I bet you he lives in that bus. "What are you coming in or what? Hurry up you punk" he said. I snapped out of a trance and stepped onto the bus. I looked to see other kids on it. It was all like differnt groups. Clicks to be exact. At the back of the bus, all of the stupid slutty popular girls and jocks. Then next few rows were the artsy,drama, and geek kind of people. Then nearer to the front, my best buds along with a few other people. Girls and boys. Where do I hang out? With the kind of... rock music punk kids. "Hey Todd take a seat" said Mark. I sat down. "Hey sup you guys?" I asked looking at Mark and Bryan in the seat across to mine "Nothing much.." said Mark. "My parents are at it again. Jeez" said Bryan rolling his eyes. "Damn that sucks man. You okay?" I asked. "Yeah I'll be fine. Just fine" he sighed. The bus stopped to pick up some more people. Then a girl stepped onto the bus. I had never seen her around before. She looked.. different. Who is she?
My eyes widened and my throat twisted up. She had dark black hair, with whispy red streaks at the bottom. She was wearing thick black eyeliner, with a navy blue sweater, black jeans, and beaten up sneakers. Then she walked toward where I was and I looked up into her piercing dark brown eyes. Wow. She is so.. "This seat taken?" she asked. My thoughts got interuptted. "Umm no, take a seat" I said. She sat down next to me with her backpack rested on her feet."So.. You new here?" I asked her quietly. "Yeah.. My name's Taylor" she replied. "I see..." I said. Taylor.. Hmm.. Pretty cool name though considering that it's for a boy or a girl. "So.. where did you move from?" I asked. "Texas.." she said kind of ignoring me then taking out a cd player and putting on some headphones. "It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right..." she muttered. Hey now where have I heard that before?... Of course. "I hope you had the time of your life.." I finished. She gave me a "are you fucking kidding me?" kind of look. Taylor slipped off the headphones resting them on her neck and said , "What kind of music you into?" "Rock music. My mom got me into Green Day. You?" I said. I like her already. "Cool, you like the old stuff eh? You ever heard of stuff like.. Simple Plan?" she asked. "Yeah I've heard of em, but Green Day has been like all I've been listening since I was 11" I said having a few flashbacks in my mind. "It would be so awesome to meet them eh?" she said with a sigh. I grinned. "Yeah... it really would be" I said remembering what had happened four years ago. Should I tell her? She would think I'm crazy. Hmm..
After that bus ride we went our separate ways. I walked off to art class. Yes I take art shut up. And yea I may be the only guy but, I love to draw. My mom did too. I gotta find one of her sketchbooks one day.
"Okay class, I want you to draw something that looks so life like that it looks like an acutall photo. Also it should be something that means a lot to you. It can be anything you want. Have fun with it. Use pencil, paint it, whatever. Now this will be due in a week and the one that I think is the best get's placed the the local art gallery! So.. Get to it class!" said my teacher.
I grabbed a piece of art paper and placed it on the stand infront of me.
mm... What can I draw? I reached into my backpack and took out a sketchbook. I began flipping through it. [i]Maybe I can find some inspiration...[i]
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