One Simple Move, chapter 1
"Mom it's not fair. It's not fucking fair! Do I not get any say in this?" I yelled causing my mom to look up from where she was packing my stuff into bags.
She sighed, "Don't you use that language with me Lauren! And no you don't because since you started hanging out with that reckless group I can't control you anymore!" She was yelling now.
I saw the pure hatred in her eyes and realised that she never loved me.
Since I found out that I was adopted life had become pretty bad.
I used to be all girly and preppy but now I'm a full on punk and I guess that my mom couldn't cope with having her 'Little girl' a misfit.
It wasn't fair.
"I hate you!" I screamed at her throwing the pile of clothes that she had bought for me everywhere. She stopped packing and stared at me.
"And you don't think I hate you!" She shouted and stomped out of the room while slamming the door behind her.
I let out a sob and fell to the floor in a heap. I held my head in my hands and cried.
I let out all the emotions that I had kept inside for these past few years.
I had found out this morning that my mother was sending me to California to live with an old friend of hers.
Just perfect. Going to live half way across the country to live with some strange family. I knew she just wanted to get rid of me so she could live with her new husband without having to pretend to actually care about me.
I mean I'm 19 years old but the law says that I have to do what my step mother says until I'm 21 fucking years old. Well maybe California won't be that bad. I mean for one it is bloody California! I've wanted to go there since I was about 12. But I never imagined that I'd be going there like this. Leaving all my friends behind. I don't care about leaving my step mom behind because I never got on with her.
The reason I call her mom is because my father used to like it when I called her that, It made him happy and now that he's dead I like to do it in his memory.
I ran my fingers through my brown hair and turned my stereo up. Jesus of Suburbia ran through my room and I bobbed my head in time with the music.
Green Day were everything to me. Had been since 1994, Almost 10 years. 1994 was a big year for me. It was the year my dad died. It was the year I found punk and it was also the year me and my step mom started to hate each other.
Now that I think of it, I don't want to spend the rest of my life surrounded by her and her stupid rules. I want to get out.
California here I come.
I groaned with frustration as I dropped my guitar case for what felt like the hundredth time since I landed in LAX airport.
Here I was in sunny California and things were looking ok so far. It was a gorgeous sunny day and I looked down at my black ¾ length pants, Green T-shirt and low top Converse and felt that I had for once in my life dressed for the right occasion.
I bent down to pick my guitar case up and as I looked up I saw a women standing there with a sign saying "Lauren. B"
I smiled at her and she waved and started to walk towards me. Ok. This is it.
"Hi love. You must be Lauren. I'm Ollie." She said with a huge smile on her face.
Ok she seems really nice and friendly. How could she have actually liked my step mum? They are the complete opposites.
"Yeah. It's so kind of you to let me stay. Thanks so much."
She smiled and shook her head.
"It's perfectly fine. I've heard that you and Karen don't get on?"
I grimaced at the mention of her name and Ollie began to laugh.
"I never liked her either when we were at school."
I looked shocked and she took one of my bags and we started to head towards the door. It was late evening and I watched in amazement as I looked up at the clear sky that was now darkening.
Back in New Jersey you wouldn't of been able to see the sky with all the smoke from the factories.
I put my bags and guitar case in the trunk of her car and hopped in the front seat beside her.
It was a nice and small car. My eyes widened as I spotted Green Day's latest album lying on the dash board. She like's Green Day?
Oh boy! This is going to be one hell of a stay.
After driving in silence for about 10 minutes I decided to speak up.
"Ollie, Umm if you didn't like Karen then why did you agree to let me stay here?"
She looked at me for a second before looking back at the road.
"She said that you were into punk music and that you were causing trouble which I didn't believe and she said that you were so hard for her to handle but I can't imagine that. You seem like a really sweet girl honey and I felt sorry for you. Plus all my girls have moved away and I only have one of my lads living close so I could do with some company!"
I smiled at her as the starting chords of Boulevard of broken dreams rang through the car.
Her family are very lucky to have a mother like Ollie. For the first time in a long time I actually felt happy and wanted. A feeling that rarely came after my father passed away.
I smiled again.
"Your family are very lucky Ollie. It sounds to me that you really adore them."
A big smile filled her little face and she reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a photo.
She handed it to me.
"Thank you sweet heart and I really do adore them. That picture there was taken about 22 years ago. Back in my younger days!"
We both laughed and I examined the photograph. Ollie was standing next to a man that I'm guessing is her husband. There was a guy who was dressed up as Santa Claus and six kids were crowded around them.
Whoa she had a lot of kids.
There was one of the little boys that looked so familiar to me but I just shook the thought away.
"Is that your husband there?" I asked pointing to the man in the photo.
She looked over and she sighed. "Not anymore dear, He died shortly after that picture was taken. Back when my youngest was only 10."
"Oh I'm so sorry. That must have been very hard seeing that you had the kids to mind. My dad died when I was around 10 too."
The rest of the drive was silent and I soon fell asleep.
I awoke to feel someone poking me and I soon found out who it was.
My eyes widened and my mouth opened. He stared at me before stepping back.
"Uh hi I'm -"
"Your Billie Joe Armstrong!" I nearly screamed but I held it in.
It was then that I realised why that little boy had looked familiar. It all made sense now. His mother is called Ollie, His dad died when he was ten.
Oh my god... I'm going to live with Billie Joe's mom.
She sighed, "Don't you use that language with me Lauren! And no you don't because since you started hanging out with that reckless group I can't control you anymore!" She was yelling now.
I saw the pure hatred in her eyes and realised that she never loved me.
Since I found out that I was adopted life had become pretty bad.
I used to be all girly and preppy but now I'm a full on punk and I guess that my mom couldn't cope with having her 'Little girl' a misfit.
It wasn't fair.
"I hate you!" I screamed at her throwing the pile of clothes that she had bought for me everywhere. She stopped packing and stared at me.
"And you don't think I hate you!" She shouted and stomped out of the room while slamming the door behind her.
I let out a sob and fell to the floor in a heap. I held my head in my hands and cried.
I let out all the emotions that I had kept inside for these past few years.
I had found out this morning that my mother was sending me to California to live with an old friend of hers.
Just perfect. Going to live half way across the country to live with some strange family. I knew she just wanted to get rid of me so she could live with her new husband without having to pretend to actually care about me.
I mean I'm 19 years old but the law says that I have to do what my step mother says until I'm 21 fucking years old. Well maybe California won't be that bad. I mean for one it is bloody California! I've wanted to go there since I was about 12. But I never imagined that I'd be going there like this. Leaving all my friends behind. I don't care about leaving my step mom behind because I never got on with her.
The reason I call her mom is because my father used to like it when I called her that, It made him happy and now that he's dead I like to do it in his memory.
I ran my fingers through my brown hair and turned my stereo up. Jesus of Suburbia ran through my room and I bobbed my head in time with the music.
Green Day were everything to me. Had been since 1994, Almost 10 years. 1994 was a big year for me. It was the year my dad died. It was the year I found punk and it was also the year me and my step mom started to hate each other.
Now that I think of it, I don't want to spend the rest of my life surrounded by her and her stupid rules. I want to get out.
California here I come.
I groaned with frustration as I dropped my guitar case for what felt like the hundredth time since I landed in LAX airport.
Here I was in sunny California and things were looking ok so far. It was a gorgeous sunny day and I looked down at my black ¾ length pants, Green T-shirt and low top Converse and felt that I had for once in my life dressed for the right occasion.
I bent down to pick my guitar case up and as I looked up I saw a women standing there with a sign saying "Lauren. B"
I smiled at her and she waved and started to walk towards me. Ok. This is it.
"Hi love. You must be Lauren. I'm Ollie." She said with a huge smile on her face.
Ok she seems really nice and friendly. How could she have actually liked my step mum? They are the complete opposites.
"Yeah. It's so kind of you to let me stay. Thanks so much."
She smiled and shook her head.
"It's perfectly fine. I've heard that you and Karen don't get on?"
I grimaced at the mention of her name and Ollie began to laugh.
"I never liked her either when we were at school."
I looked shocked and she took one of my bags and we started to head towards the door. It was late evening and I watched in amazement as I looked up at the clear sky that was now darkening.
Back in New Jersey you wouldn't of been able to see the sky with all the smoke from the factories.
I put my bags and guitar case in the trunk of her car and hopped in the front seat beside her.
It was a nice and small car. My eyes widened as I spotted Green Day's latest album lying on the dash board. She like's Green Day?
Oh boy! This is going to be one hell of a stay.
After driving in silence for about 10 minutes I decided to speak up.
"Ollie, Umm if you didn't like Karen then why did you agree to let me stay here?"
She looked at me for a second before looking back at the road.
"She said that you were into punk music and that you were causing trouble which I didn't believe and she said that you were so hard for her to handle but I can't imagine that. You seem like a really sweet girl honey and I felt sorry for you. Plus all my girls have moved away and I only have one of my lads living close so I could do with some company!"
I smiled at her as the starting chords of Boulevard of broken dreams rang through the car.
Her family are very lucky to have a mother like Ollie. For the first time in a long time I actually felt happy and wanted. A feeling that rarely came after my father passed away.
I smiled again.
"Your family are very lucky Ollie. It sounds to me that you really adore them."
A big smile filled her little face and she reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a photo.
She handed it to me.
"Thank you sweet heart and I really do adore them. That picture there was taken about 22 years ago. Back in my younger days!"
We both laughed and I examined the photograph. Ollie was standing next to a man that I'm guessing is her husband. There was a guy who was dressed up as Santa Claus and six kids were crowded around them.
Whoa she had a lot of kids.
There was one of the little boys that looked so familiar to me but I just shook the thought away.
"Is that your husband there?" I asked pointing to the man in the photo.
She looked over and she sighed. "Not anymore dear, He died shortly after that picture was taken. Back when my youngest was only 10."
"Oh I'm so sorry. That must have been very hard seeing that you had the kids to mind. My dad died when I was around 10 too."
The rest of the drive was silent and I soon fell asleep.
I awoke to feel someone poking me and I soon found out who it was.
My eyes widened and my mouth opened. He stared at me before stepping back.
"Uh hi I'm -"
"Your Billie Joe Armstrong!" I nearly screamed but I held it in.
It was then that I realised why that little boy had looked familiar. It all made sense now. His mother is called Ollie, His dad died when he was ten.
Oh my god... I'm going to live with Billie Joe's mom.
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