Living This Crazy Lie, chapter 1
I sat in my last class of the day, English (eurgh) daydreaming about my band, The Shadow Rays, making it big, and touring with Green Day. Hah, yeah right, that'll happen soon, I thought lazily. I was jerked out of my thoughts by the end of day bell, screeching, "Go on! Get! Scoot! MOVE IT!" I'll gladly oblige...
I jumped up out of my seat, humming a melody that I had thought up in Math for some song lyrics I had written. I walked to my locker, twiddling with the dial. I muttered the combo to myself.
"Twelve... thirty... ten..." I was almost finished when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I whirled around, messing up the combo as I did so. Standing behind me were my good friends Nate (a girl, don't say he) and Billie (NOT Joe Armstrong).
"Jebus! Super-Billie!" I yelled, dropping my binder and hugging my friends.
"Nice to see you too, Hopebre," Nate said, laughing.
"I told you not to call me Super-Billie," Billie said sheepishly. "I'm no hero."
He laughed as I grinned and kissed his nose. I turned back to my locker to open it to get my backpack and Math book, still humming the melody.
"I've never heard that song. Did you write it for The Shadow Rays?" Nate asked. I nodded yes, slinging my backpack over one shoulder. I headed out the door, with Nate and Billie at my sides. As soon as we were outside, I told them my birthday present from my foster parents.
"‘Mum’ and 'dad' got me three tickets and backstage passes to a Green Day concert!" I screamed, giddy. Nate screamed with me and Billie pumped his fist in the air. He then picked me up at my knees and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making me drop my backpack.
"Nate, could you get that?" I asked. "And Billie? The sunscreens wearing off, I need to get home fast..." Nate grabbed my backpack and Billie started walking with me still over his shoulder, and Nate laughed her head off at upside-down me. As we approached my house, Billie set me down, Nate handed me my backpack, and I grinned.
"Race you inside," I said. We made a mad dash across the lawn, racing for the door. It ended a tie, with us all stuck in the doorway at the same time.
"Alright guys, top secret mission," I said. "Step one: get un-stuck. Step two: Figure out what we're all wearing to the concert." My friends laughed.
"Alright, I'll try to squeeze out first," Nate said. Billie and I stopped struggling and waited for Nate to pop out of our little traffic jam. She eventually squeezed out, Billie and I falling to the floor, laughing our heads off.
--Two hours later--
We eventually decided that I would wear a gothic peasant dress with a short skirt with an uneven hem. The body of my dress was a red corset, over a sheer gauzy layer connecting the skirt to the neckline. The sleeves were very kimono like, but sheer gauzy fabric with red spiky lace around the cuffs and the neckline. Nate would be wearing tattered, doodled on jeans with a black tank top and red and black striped arm warmers. And Billie, (I quote) would be wearing, 'black black, red, black.'
And so the week went on, with Nate and Billie coming to practices with my band, Billie giving tips to Katie, our main guitarist. At last Friday came.
--Friday afternoon--
I walked in the door to be attacked by a pair of flying combat boots and an eyeliner pencil.
"Get ready!" Nate said impatiently, then laughing. Billie rolled his eyes and tied his favourite skinny red tie around his neck.
"As soon as I get my breath back, I will," I replied, having been hit in the stomach with a boot. "And be careful with these boots, I've got glass objects in there!"
Not needing to explain further, I snatched up my boots and hurried to my room to get dressed. I pulled on the dress carefully, and then braided my (then) shoulder-length auburn hair into two braids, tying them off with red ribbons. I drew my eyeliner back on, since it had rubbed off during school. I sprayed a bit of water on my face to make it run. I dabbed my face, careful not to remove any makeup, and hurried out, grabbing my purse that looked like a corset, digging for my keys.
"I'm 'grounded' from driving my car, so, Billie, you're driving," I said, tossing him the keys.
"Okie-dokie," he said, catching the keys and opening the door for Nate and me. I stuffed the tickets and pass in my purse, and walked out the door. I had no idea what danger would lie ahead for us...
I jumped up out of my seat, humming a melody that I had thought up in Math for some song lyrics I had written. I walked to my locker, twiddling with the dial. I muttered the combo to myself.
"Twelve... thirty... ten..." I was almost finished when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I whirled around, messing up the combo as I did so. Standing behind me were my good friends Nate (a girl, don't say he) and Billie (NOT Joe Armstrong).
"Jebus! Super-Billie!" I yelled, dropping my binder and hugging my friends.
"Nice to see you too, Hopebre," Nate said, laughing.
"I told you not to call me Super-Billie," Billie said sheepishly. "I'm no hero."
He laughed as I grinned and kissed his nose. I turned back to my locker to open it to get my backpack and Math book, still humming the melody.
"I've never heard that song. Did you write it for The Shadow Rays?" Nate asked. I nodded yes, slinging my backpack over one shoulder. I headed out the door, with Nate and Billie at my sides. As soon as we were outside, I told them my birthday present from my foster parents.
"‘Mum’ and 'dad' got me three tickets and backstage passes to a Green Day concert!" I screamed, giddy. Nate screamed with me and Billie pumped his fist in the air. He then picked me up at my knees and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making me drop my backpack.
"Nate, could you get that?" I asked. "And Billie? The sunscreens wearing off, I need to get home fast..." Nate grabbed my backpack and Billie started walking with me still over his shoulder, and Nate laughed her head off at upside-down me. As we approached my house, Billie set me down, Nate handed me my backpack, and I grinned.
"Race you inside," I said. We made a mad dash across the lawn, racing for the door. It ended a tie, with us all stuck in the doorway at the same time.
"Alright guys, top secret mission," I said. "Step one: get un-stuck. Step two: Figure out what we're all wearing to the concert." My friends laughed.
"Alright, I'll try to squeeze out first," Nate said. Billie and I stopped struggling and waited for Nate to pop out of our little traffic jam. She eventually squeezed out, Billie and I falling to the floor, laughing our heads off.
--Two hours later--
We eventually decided that I would wear a gothic peasant dress with a short skirt with an uneven hem. The body of my dress was a red corset, over a sheer gauzy layer connecting the skirt to the neckline. The sleeves were very kimono like, but sheer gauzy fabric with red spiky lace around the cuffs and the neckline. Nate would be wearing tattered, doodled on jeans with a black tank top and red and black striped arm warmers. And Billie, (I quote) would be wearing, 'black black, red, black.'
And so the week went on, with Nate and Billie coming to practices with my band, Billie giving tips to Katie, our main guitarist. At last Friday came.
--Friday afternoon--
I walked in the door to be attacked by a pair of flying combat boots and an eyeliner pencil.
"Get ready!" Nate said impatiently, then laughing. Billie rolled his eyes and tied his favourite skinny red tie around his neck.
"As soon as I get my breath back, I will," I replied, having been hit in the stomach with a boot. "And be careful with these boots, I've got glass objects in there!"
Not needing to explain further, I snatched up my boots and hurried to my room to get dressed. I pulled on the dress carefully, and then braided my (then) shoulder-length auburn hair into two braids, tying them off with red ribbons. I drew my eyeliner back on, since it had rubbed off during school. I sprayed a bit of water on my face to make it run. I dabbed my face, careful not to remove any makeup, and hurried out, grabbing my purse that looked like a corset, digging for my keys.
"I'm 'grounded' from driving my car, so, Billie, you're driving," I said, tossing him the keys.
"Okie-dokie," he said, catching the keys and opening the door for Nate and me. I stuffed the tickets and pass in my purse, and walked out the door. I had no idea what danger would lie ahead for us...
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