Evil Sisters Can Help Sometimes!, chapter 1
"I hate you, why don't you just go die? No one wants you!" my sister yelled at me as I walked past. I kept my head down and my ipod earphones in my ears pretending not to listen, it wasn't as if this was the first time she had said all that shit.
I opened the gate to the stable and looked at my horse. She looked back. Then everything just came swelling up and as I buried my face in her neck the tears streamed down my cheeks.
Today had not been a good day. Firstly I had missed my train because Christine (thats my sister by the way) had decided not to get up, then I got shite marks in a bio test and basically by history, which was the last lesson of the day, I had wanted to just curl up in a corner and cry. It was only my best mate Chloe who had kept me going. But now I was home and Chloe was no where to be found and christine was in a bad mood, so i decided i would try and miss the major arguments by staying up at the yard for as long as possible. Xantia (my horse) then decided that her neck was not the best place for me to cry and walked off. So I squeezed into the gap between the trailer and the fence, sat down and cried.
"Hey dude, you ok mate?"
I looked up, a very hot punk was standing over me. His wavy, brown hair fell over his eyes, he brused it away.
"Erm...yea...I'm fine...juest...you know..." I said lamely. Great the one and only day that punks walk past and i look like a spoilt brat crying in her stable. I pulled my black beret as far down over my red and puffy eyes as I could and got up.
"Yea" he said, "Whatever, I'm Billie Joe by the way. I've just moved in down the road and thought i'd explore my new surrounds." he smiled.
"Not much to see, Pinhole Valley isn't exactly the most exciting place in Oakland."
He laughed again.
"I can see. You're the first decentish looking person I've seen."
"what does decentish mean?" I asked him.
"Somone I am willing to talk to" he answered.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm Teresa, or Tez, or Tresemme,"
"Tresemme? isn't that like a shampoo or someting?"
"Yea," I said, he gave me a quizzical look, "Don't ask" I said.
"Erm...OK" he said, I laughed,
"I got you laughing!!!"
"I guess you did, but now I have to go home," the smile faded from my lips as I thought about the greteing I would get at home. It isn't as if i'm not loved, I am, just not by my sister. She's odd, she can't ahndle change and today mum was late to pick us up so she was in a huge mood and so there would be lotsa of arguments tonight.
"I'm taking it, by the look on your face, that you don't wanna go home?" Billie asked.
"Who does huh?" I asked trying to make a joke out of it. He just shrugged. Xantia came over and pushed me with her head. I pushed her away and got her food out from the hay barn and changed her rug while Billie looked around.
"Dude, you're loaded" he said when he had fininshed his inspection. I laughed and began to tell him about my dads work (doctor) and then we got onto a conversation about families.
"What does your dad do?" I asked him. I could see form the look on his face that this wasn't something he wanted to discuss, shit.
"He's dead," he said simply. "He died when I was 10. I never really knew him that well." He looked away quickly, this topic was obviously still painful.
"I'm sorry" I said
"It's ok," he replied, "You didn't know"
I looked at my watch, 6:30. Fuck, I'd been up here for an hour. O well.
"So I've told you something personal" Billie said, "Now it's your turn"
"What?" I asked
"Why were you crying, when I found you?"
"Oh, it's a long story. basically just a shit day. Normal teenage crap, gets to me, you know," I laughed. I looked up at him there was something about him, I don't know what, that made me feel i could trust him.
"Go on" he said.
There was someone here who was willing to listen to me, maybe even understand, so I began.
"It's complicated, you know. Basically, since I started year 10 everythings been going downhill. Home life sucks cause my sisters always in a bad mood, especially with me. School is just well school. I used to be good at school but now my marks have dropped. It's like, I see a peice of home work but nothing registers, and I just can't bring myself to do it so I get shit marks and my parents have noticed and they're getting annoyed but they don't try to understand, and it's all just confusing. I don't know anyhting, about me or my feelings or anything, and i hate it and...and...that's it."
He nodded, "I understand dude," he said, "You just need time."
I smiled at him. I liked him, a lot. We looked at each other for a while then i turned away quickly.
"So erm...what music do you like?"
"All sorts," he said, smiling at my obvious embarassment, "Punk/rock mainly,I'm in a band, you?"
"Yea, I like punk/rock, but loadsa other stuff as well. What do you play in your band?"
"Guitar"
"I play guitar" I said. He smiled.
"Cool"
We had a long conversation about guitars and different bands after that. I couldn't stop looking at him, those peircing green eys, his muscles, bulging from his t-shirt his hair that he had to keep brushing out of his eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans which were ripped, with a studded belt and black nails. A guy who wore a studded belt and had black nails couldn't be that bad, I thought to myself. The more I thought the more I liked.
"I like your t-shirt," he comented, pointing to my black button up t-shirt which had zips and d-rings on it.
"Thanks" I replied sheepishly.
I opened the gate to the stable and looked at my horse. She looked back. Then everything just came swelling up and as I buried my face in her neck the tears streamed down my cheeks.
Today had not been a good day. Firstly I had missed my train because Christine (thats my sister by the way) had decided not to get up, then I got shite marks in a bio test and basically by history, which was the last lesson of the day, I had wanted to just curl up in a corner and cry. It was only my best mate Chloe who had kept me going. But now I was home and Chloe was no where to be found and christine was in a bad mood, so i decided i would try and miss the major arguments by staying up at the yard for as long as possible. Xantia (my horse) then decided that her neck was not the best place for me to cry and walked off. So I squeezed into the gap between the trailer and the fence, sat down and cried.
"Hey dude, you ok mate?"
I looked up, a very hot punk was standing over me. His wavy, brown hair fell over his eyes, he brused it away.
"Erm...yea...I'm fine...juest...you know..." I said lamely. Great the one and only day that punks walk past and i look like a spoilt brat crying in her stable. I pulled my black beret as far down over my red and puffy eyes as I could and got up.
"Yea" he said, "Whatever, I'm Billie Joe by the way. I've just moved in down the road and thought i'd explore my new surrounds." he smiled.
"Not much to see, Pinhole Valley isn't exactly the most exciting place in Oakland."
He laughed again.
"I can see. You're the first decentish looking person I've seen."
"what does decentish mean?" I asked him.
"Somone I am willing to talk to" he answered.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm Teresa, or Tez, or Tresemme,"
"Tresemme? isn't that like a shampoo or someting?"
"Yea," I said, he gave me a quizzical look, "Don't ask" I said.
"Erm...OK" he said, I laughed,
"I got you laughing!!!"
"I guess you did, but now I have to go home," the smile faded from my lips as I thought about the greteing I would get at home. It isn't as if i'm not loved, I am, just not by my sister. She's odd, she can't ahndle change and today mum was late to pick us up so she was in a huge mood and so there would be lotsa of arguments tonight.
"I'm taking it, by the look on your face, that you don't wanna go home?" Billie asked.
"Who does huh?" I asked trying to make a joke out of it. He just shrugged. Xantia came over and pushed me with her head. I pushed her away and got her food out from the hay barn and changed her rug while Billie looked around.
"Dude, you're loaded" he said when he had fininshed his inspection. I laughed and began to tell him about my dads work (doctor) and then we got onto a conversation about families.
"What does your dad do?" I asked him. I could see form the look on his face that this wasn't something he wanted to discuss, shit.
"He's dead," he said simply. "He died when I was 10. I never really knew him that well." He looked away quickly, this topic was obviously still painful.
"I'm sorry" I said
"It's ok," he replied, "You didn't know"
I looked at my watch, 6:30. Fuck, I'd been up here for an hour. O well.
"So I've told you something personal" Billie said, "Now it's your turn"
"What?" I asked
"Why were you crying, when I found you?"
"Oh, it's a long story. basically just a shit day. Normal teenage crap, gets to me, you know," I laughed. I looked up at him there was something about him, I don't know what, that made me feel i could trust him.
"Go on" he said.
There was someone here who was willing to listen to me, maybe even understand, so I began.
"It's complicated, you know. Basically, since I started year 10 everythings been going downhill. Home life sucks cause my sisters always in a bad mood, especially with me. School is just well school. I used to be good at school but now my marks have dropped. It's like, I see a peice of home work but nothing registers, and I just can't bring myself to do it so I get shit marks and my parents have noticed and they're getting annoyed but they don't try to understand, and it's all just confusing. I don't know anyhting, about me or my feelings or anything, and i hate it and...and...that's it."
He nodded, "I understand dude," he said, "You just need time."
I smiled at him. I liked him, a lot. We looked at each other for a while then i turned away quickly.
"So erm...what music do you like?"
"All sorts," he said, smiling at my obvious embarassment, "Punk/rock mainly,I'm in a band, you?"
"Yea, I like punk/rock, but loadsa other stuff as well. What do you play in your band?"
"Guitar"
"I play guitar" I said. He smiled.
"Cool"
We had a long conversation about guitars and different bands after that. I couldn't stop looking at him, those peircing green eys, his muscles, bulging from his t-shirt his hair that he had to keep brushing out of his eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans which were ripped, with a studded belt and black nails. A guy who wore a studded belt and had black nails couldn't be that bad, I thought to myself. The more I thought the more I liked.
"I like your t-shirt," he comented, pointing to my black button up t-shirt which had zips and d-rings on it.
"Thanks" I replied sheepishly.
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