A Journal Never Lies, chapter 5
" I vanished from all your joy. I am the disappearing boy," The ending of the song rung through the old garage. She sat there in pleasure. She's heard them play before, but never that good. Frank looked at her for a minute. "So, did you like it, or not?"
She snapped back into reality, realizing she was sitting with three pairs of eyes on her. "Like it? I loved it! You guys were amazing! I have never heard you guys play that good! You really have been practicing. I can't wait to see what the record people will say when they hear you guys! You're incredible! One of my new favorite songs. And I'm not just saying that because I know you guys. I really do like it!"
"Jeeze. I ask one question and you start talking for hours."
"Sorry. But you guys are incredible."
Billie Joe walked over to her and gave her a hug, "Thanks Alex. You're just the kind of support we need."
"I have an idea!" Frank exclaimed, "Let's go out for ice cream! Mike's treat!"
"When did the words 'I'm treating' come out of my mouth?" Mike asked with a smirk on his face.
"You didn't. But, l filled in the blanks for you," Frank said smiling.
The four of them walked into the local ice cream to be greeted by several people, all they didn't know.
"Hey guys!" one guy walked up to them and looked overly happy. "Heard Sweet Children is starting a record. That true?"
"Well dude," Mike began, "It's Green Day not Sweet Children. But yeah, we're gonna start recording in like two days."
"Awesome! I can't wait to hear it! You guys are awesome. Bye!"
"I didn't know people were that into us," Billie Joe mumbled to himself.
"What was that Bil?" Mike said looking over at him.
"Huh? Oh, nothing Mike. Just nothing."
"Ok then."
After being asked questions, they four of them got their ice creams, but got them to go.
Walking down the street, mint chocolate chip ice cream in her hand, felt like paradise to her. She was with her brother, and two guys who felt like her brothers. But most of all, she felt like she was around people who actually understood her. Unlike her crappy school. To them, she wasn't a 'freak', and it made her feel like a normal person.
"So, you guys excited about recording?" she asked them.
"Excited?" Billie Joe said, "We're so fucking happy words can't explain it."
"Yeah," Mike joined in, "This is like a dream come true."
"Oh. Well, I'm so proud of you guys. I won't be surprised if you guys will end up being one of the best bands ever."
"Awww Alex," Frank said giving her a hug, "You always know just what to say to make people happy."
"Well," Billie began, "If we're going to be one of the best bands ever, we should get home and practice some more. How about it guys? Up for some practice?"
"Yeah," Mike said streching, "I think I'm up for some practice."
When they got home, she ran right to the garage and got a front row seat of her new favorite band. "Guys? You coming?" she yelled to them.
"Yeah, if you let us walk to the garage," Frank laughed.
"Hey, can you guys play that song you were playing earlier before we got ice cream? Please?"
"Sure," Billie Joe said, smiling.
"What's it called anyway? It's really good."
"Disappearing Boy. You really like it?" every compliment she gave them about their band made Billie Joe happier each time.
"Yeah. I like it a lot. It's a really good song."
"Thanks Alex."
"Uh-huh. Come on now! Start play 'Disappearing Boy'. I wanna hear my favorite song!"
Billie laughed, "Ok ok. Let's get playing guys!"
Suddenly, a knock came on the garage. It was Ollie. "Umm, Billie? Someone is here to see Frank and Alex."
"Who is it mom?"
"It's Mr. and Mrs. Wright."
She felt a lump forming in her throat. She was scared to see them, afraid of what they were going to say, going to do. She and her brother gave each other worried looks, both obviously thinking the same thing. Slowly, they got up and walked to the front room, where there parents were.
"Billie, I'm freaked out," Mike said, a worried look on his face. "Did you see how scared they looked?"
"Yeah. But, I'm afraid to see what is going on out there."
"You ever meet their parents?"
Billie Joe shook his head, "Tre always told me that I didn't want to meet them. You?" Tre had always been Billie Joe and Mike's nickname for him. No one else was ever allowed to call him that. Mike had his own form of nickname too, Dirnt. Mike always makes the 'dirnt' sound of his bass in classes, and Billie Joe sits there with him and always encourages it. The kids at school always call him "Mike Dirnt" instead of his real last name, Pritchard. Now, when he meets a new teacher, he's gotten into the habit of telling them his last name is Dirnt.
"Nope. Never really asked him about his parents. I thought I'd wait for him to suggest we meet his parents."
While sitting there in silence, Billie and Mike heard a loud yelling coming from the other room. They instantly ran to see what the commotion was all about. Then they saw why Frank never wanted them to meet his parents.
"Why the hell are you two here?! Where have you been Ally?" Her father slurred.
"It's Amy," her mom said, like she knew.
"It's Alex!" she screamed, "You don't even know my fucking name!"
Her father walked up to her and slapped her across the face, "Don't you dare curse at me you bitch."
Frank ran over to Alex's side, "What the hell is your problem Frank?! She's your fucking daughter and you're gonna slap her!?"
"Don't talk to your father that way," her mother began, "You're nothing to this family. You think this little band of yours is gonna to 'make it big'?! You think you're going to become rich and famous and rub it in our faces? Well you're wrong. And I'll be there to rub it in your face when it happens."
"I think you better leave," Ollie came in, "before I call the police."
"You can't do that," her father said, pointing a finger in her face.
"Oh yes I can. So I suggest you leave," a stern look was on Ollie's face, and her parents seems to get the hint she wasn't playing. Walking to the door, both parents gave a threatful look to both of their children, who were in a state of fear. Once her parents were gone, the pain and fear seemed to go away.
May 10, 1989
My life sucks so bad. Do you know that? Well, you probally don't know, since you're just a journal. My parents are the most embarassing, loud, and disrespectful people ever. I leave, and they try to get me back by being slapped across the face. Yeah, that's right, I was slapped by my own fucking father. And to make it worst, my mother has to insult Frank about him and the rest of the band. And they do this in another person's home! I swear, my parents are the biggest losers ever, and I'm stuck with them. All I want, all I truely want and I'll be happy, is for my parents to go away and let me and Frank and me live our own fucking lives without them following behind with their drunken selves. But, that will never happen. Lucky me. Well journal, tonight has been a hectic night. The band records in two days and I'm so excited! But I think right now I'm going to go get some rest.
She snapped back into reality, realizing she was sitting with three pairs of eyes on her. "Like it? I loved it! You guys were amazing! I have never heard you guys play that good! You really have been practicing. I can't wait to see what the record people will say when they hear you guys! You're incredible! One of my new favorite songs. And I'm not just saying that because I know you guys. I really do like it!"
"Jeeze. I ask one question and you start talking for hours."
"Sorry. But you guys are incredible."
Billie Joe walked over to her and gave her a hug, "Thanks Alex. You're just the kind of support we need."
"I have an idea!" Frank exclaimed, "Let's go out for ice cream! Mike's treat!"
"When did the words 'I'm treating' come out of my mouth?" Mike asked with a smirk on his face.
"You didn't. But, l filled in the blanks for you," Frank said smiling.
The four of them walked into the local ice cream to be greeted by several people, all they didn't know.
"Hey guys!" one guy walked up to them and looked overly happy. "Heard Sweet Children is starting a record. That true?"
"Well dude," Mike began, "It's Green Day not Sweet Children. But yeah, we're gonna start recording in like two days."
"Awesome! I can't wait to hear it! You guys are awesome. Bye!"
"I didn't know people were that into us," Billie Joe mumbled to himself.
"What was that Bil?" Mike said looking over at him.
"Huh? Oh, nothing Mike. Just nothing."
"Ok then."
After being asked questions, they four of them got their ice creams, but got them to go.
Walking down the street, mint chocolate chip ice cream in her hand, felt like paradise to her. She was with her brother, and two guys who felt like her brothers. But most of all, she felt like she was around people who actually understood her. Unlike her crappy school. To them, she wasn't a 'freak', and it made her feel like a normal person.
"So, you guys excited about recording?" she asked them.
"Excited?" Billie Joe said, "We're so fucking happy words can't explain it."
"Yeah," Mike joined in, "This is like a dream come true."
"Oh. Well, I'm so proud of you guys. I won't be surprised if you guys will end up being one of the best bands ever."
"Awww Alex," Frank said giving her a hug, "You always know just what to say to make people happy."
"Well," Billie began, "If we're going to be one of the best bands ever, we should get home and practice some more. How about it guys? Up for some practice?"
"Yeah," Mike said streching, "I think I'm up for some practice."
When they got home, she ran right to the garage and got a front row seat of her new favorite band. "Guys? You coming?" she yelled to them.
"Yeah, if you let us walk to the garage," Frank laughed.
"Hey, can you guys play that song you were playing earlier before we got ice cream? Please?"
"Sure," Billie Joe said, smiling.
"What's it called anyway? It's really good."
"Disappearing Boy. You really like it?" every compliment she gave them about their band made Billie Joe happier each time.
"Yeah. I like it a lot. It's a really good song."
"Thanks Alex."
"Uh-huh. Come on now! Start play 'Disappearing Boy'. I wanna hear my favorite song!"
Billie laughed, "Ok ok. Let's get playing guys!"
Suddenly, a knock came on the garage. It was Ollie. "Umm, Billie? Someone is here to see Frank and Alex."
"Who is it mom?"
"It's Mr. and Mrs. Wright."
She felt a lump forming in her throat. She was scared to see them, afraid of what they were going to say, going to do. She and her brother gave each other worried looks, both obviously thinking the same thing. Slowly, they got up and walked to the front room, where there parents were.
"Billie, I'm freaked out," Mike said, a worried look on his face. "Did you see how scared they looked?"
"Yeah. But, I'm afraid to see what is going on out there."
"You ever meet their parents?"
Billie Joe shook his head, "Tre always told me that I didn't want to meet them. You?" Tre had always been Billie Joe and Mike's nickname for him. No one else was ever allowed to call him that. Mike had his own form of nickname too, Dirnt. Mike always makes the 'dirnt' sound of his bass in classes, and Billie Joe sits there with him and always encourages it. The kids at school always call him "Mike Dirnt" instead of his real last name, Pritchard. Now, when he meets a new teacher, he's gotten into the habit of telling them his last name is Dirnt.
"Nope. Never really asked him about his parents. I thought I'd wait for him to suggest we meet his parents."
While sitting there in silence, Billie and Mike heard a loud yelling coming from the other room. They instantly ran to see what the commotion was all about. Then they saw why Frank never wanted them to meet his parents.
"Why the hell are you two here?! Where have you been Ally?" Her father slurred.
"It's Amy," her mom said, like she knew.
"It's Alex!" she screamed, "You don't even know my fucking name!"
Her father walked up to her and slapped her across the face, "Don't you dare curse at me you bitch."
Frank ran over to Alex's side, "What the hell is your problem Frank?! She's your fucking daughter and you're gonna slap her!?"
"Don't talk to your father that way," her mother began, "You're nothing to this family. You think this little band of yours is gonna to 'make it big'?! You think you're going to become rich and famous and rub it in our faces? Well you're wrong. And I'll be there to rub it in your face when it happens."
"I think you better leave," Ollie came in, "before I call the police."
"You can't do that," her father said, pointing a finger in her face.
"Oh yes I can. So I suggest you leave," a stern look was on Ollie's face, and her parents seems to get the hint she wasn't playing. Walking to the door, both parents gave a threatful look to both of their children, who were in a state of fear. Once her parents were gone, the pain and fear seemed to go away.
May 10, 1989
My life sucks so bad. Do you know that? Well, you probally don't know, since you're just a journal. My parents are the most embarassing, loud, and disrespectful people ever. I leave, and they try to get me back by being slapped across the face. Yeah, that's right, I was slapped by my own fucking father. And to make it worst, my mother has to insult Frank about him and the rest of the band. And they do this in another person's home! I swear, my parents are the biggest losers ever, and I'm stuck with them. All I want, all I truely want and I'll be happy, is for my parents to go away and let me and Frank and me live our own fucking lives without them following behind with their drunken selves. But, that will never happen. Lucky me. Well journal, tonight has been a hectic night. The band records in two days and I'm so excited! But I think right now I'm going to go get some rest.
