Am I Just Dreaming?, chapter 1
I hate my life. Well not any more. I used to though. It was pathetic. Until I discovered Green Day. It's strange how three men can change everything you've worked to get. How they can change your life and you only notice fifty years later.
I noticed one year ago when I turned eighty. So, if you work it out, this happened when I was thirty, the day after my birthday...
I sat on my bed, painting my friends finger nails electric blue with light blue designs on them. I have to admit I did them well. We were going to a concert. Green Day at Milton Keynes, an hour away from where I lived. I lived in a town called St. Neots in Cambridge shire, I moved there when I was ten because of a change in my dad's job.
"I can't believe I'm thirty. I feel so old and wrinkly," I complained to my friend.
My friend is called Maddie, short for Madaline, she's a quirky, littlish, happy person with parents that liked COUNTRY AND JAZZ music. I pitied her quite a lot when we were kids.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Poor old Rachel. I get to wait seven months before I'm thirty. You do know you'll always be older than mr so I can start calling you 'rinkly Rachel' now."
I glared at her with one of my evil glares that made every one except an idiot who I class as my best but worst friend. Never tell Steven your secrets. He will tell everyone. Back to the story though.
We finished getting ready for the concert, went to the concert (the details aren't important for this part), saw the concert and got invited backstage to meet the band. I don't know why or how that happened, but I think they noticed my hair seeing how its bright green and purple.
I noticed one year ago when I turned eighty. So, if you work it out, this happened when I was thirty, the day after my birthday...
I sat on my bed, painting my friends finger nails electric blue with light blue designs on them. I have to admit I did them well. We were going to a concert. Green Day at Milton Keynes, an hour away from where I lived. I lived in a town called St. Neots in Cambridge shire, I moved there when I was ten because of a change in my dad's job.
"I can't believe I'm thirty. I feel so old and wrinkly," I complained to my friend.
My friend is called Maddie, short for Madaline, she's a quirky, littlish, happy person with parents that liked COUNTRY AND JAZZ music. I pitied her quite a lot when we were kids.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Poor old Rachel. I get to wait seven months before I'm thirty. You do know you'll always be older than mr so I can start calling you 'rinkly Rachel' now."
I glared at her with one of my evil glares that made every one except an idiot who I class as my best but worst friend. Never tell Steven your secrets. He will tell everyone. Back to the story though.
We finished getting ready for the concert, went to the concert (the details aren't important for this part), saw the concert and got invited backstage to meet the band. I don't know why or how that happened, but I think they noticed my hair seeing how its bright green and purple.
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