A BJA & Angelia Story, chapter 1
I'm your average seventeen year old. Jet black hair past the shoulders and green eyes. I get my looks from my mom's side. Though she passed away when I was fifteen. I ran away from my dad who abused me and my sisters. So here I am right now. On the streets with my luggage over my shoulder and listening to my MP3. My name is Angelica Hustler. And how Billie Joe Armstrong singer/guitarist of Green Day changed my life forever. Here is my story,
It was a typical, summer afternoon. I was lying on my bed, flipping threw some old People magazine, but for some reason I couldn't concentrate on the story I was reading about some girl who had gotten molested. My attention turned to a window. Suddenly, a huge rock came sailing threw the thick glass and landed at my feet. I picked it up and ran to the window. Nothing. My dad was gonna kill me.
I paced around my room. I heard a bang at my door.
"Come in," I yelled.
My dad barged into the room yelling and screaming at me. He saw the broken window.
"Why is the window broken?" he screamed in my face.
"I--I don't know," I stuttered.
"It didn't fucking break on its own," he yelled once more. I shook with fear. He came over to me and punched me in the stomach. The one place that no one will find it. He gets smarter for where to hurt me. Damn him. Ruining me and my family's life. He should just die.
"Fuck off," I mumbled. I was terrified that I said that. Why in hell did I say that? He's going to kill me now for sure.
"What?" he said, turning around.
"I-I said FUCK OFF!" I screamed. He went red with anger and stormed over to me. I glared at him.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that," he hissed.
"Don't you dare touch me!" I said back. He punched me once more and walked out of my room. I fell to the ground in pain. Finally about ten minutes of crying and sucking it up, I grabbed a duffel bag and put all my clothes in it. My CDs. Everything I needed. It was time for me to go.
I heaved the duffel over my shoulder, put on my only pair of shoes: a ratty pair of black and white converse: and tip toed out of my room. I shut the door quietly and tip-toed down the wood stairs and out the front door. The wind hit me like a wave, but it felt good against my tear-stained cheeks. I pushed onward and didn't stop walking until I was doubled over in pain out of hunger and thirst.
The duffel felt twenty pounds more than it did when I first left. I decided I would leave it in a bush near-by and come back for it after I had found a gas station and gotten something to eat. Fortunately there was a convenient store right near by. I pulled open the big fridge door and grabbed some kind of fruit juice and frozen yogurt. I paid quickly and hurried back to where I had left my duffel.
My stomach lurched. It was gone. It was fucking gone.
I turned around and tried looking for the duffel bag. No use, someone took it.
"Looking for this?" my older sister said. Candice.
"Yea," I smirked. I took it out of her hand, but before I could run she stopped me.
"Wait," she said sadly.
"What?" I said, confused.
She looked at me and hugged me tightly.
"Don't get into trouble. I love you," she said through tears. She made tears come to my eyes.
"I love you too," I said. We let go and she smiled weakly at me. I smiled back and went running again. Freedom. What I have always dreamed of. No one bossing you around. No one abusing you. No one telling you what to do and what not to do. I ran down the road the rain starting to come down.
"Perfect," I sighed. I kept on running. Running as fast as my legs could take me. I remembered I had food. I stopped and pulled out my food. I snacked on it and ran again.
I ran until my legs couldn't take anymore. I looked around, wondering where I was. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just a huge winding road. I rung out my soaking wet hair and tried to think of what to do next. I pulled my duffel bag off my shoulder, set it down and sat on it. I decided to go to the nearest town, Cleariver. I started walking in the direction of it. Loving to finally be able to make my own decisions.
I heard something faint coming from behind me. I strained to hear. Was it a car? Yes, it was definitely a car. It thundered by me, driving over a huge puddle and re-wetening my damp clothes. A few meters ahead of me, it pulled to a sharp stop. I turned around, about to flip off the person, but I thought I recognized him, but from where? He rolled down his car window and said,
"You look like you just ran a marathon. Want a ride?" That blond hair, those beautiful blue eyes, I know I recognized him. Oh my god. I should have known, Mike Dirnt. How stupid of me not to know!
"Uh-uh sure...Mike," I said with a smile
"Oh, you know me?" he asked, smiling
"Of course, you're Mike-fucking Dirnt, I absolutely love Green Day," I said, laughing; finally a moment of happiness in my life, away from my dad away from my old life,
"Before I let you in my car, what is the first album that Green Day produced?" Mike asked me.
"1,039 smoothed out slappy hours," I said proudly.
"Alright, just the teenie test," Mike grinned.
He opened the back door for me. I saw Billie sitting in the front and Tre sitting in the seat right next to the one I was about to sit in. I clambered in and smiled shyly at Tre. He flashed me a smile back, showing perfect, white teeth. Mike drove us to a gorgeous mansion, ocean front with a huge pool in the backyard and a beautiful front yard. I fell in love with it immediately. Outside the house stood a group of kids talking amongst themselves. A wave of shyness swept over me. Billie climbed out of the car quickly and opened my door. I walked over to the group of kids.
It was a typical, summer afternoon. I was lying on my bed, flipping threw some old People magazine, but for some reason I couldn't concentrate on the story I was reading about some girl who had gotten molested. My attention turned to a window. Suddenly, a huge rock came sailing threw the thick glass and landed at my feet. I picked it up and ran to the window. Nothing. My dad was gonna kill me.
I paced around my room. I heard a bang at my door.
"Come in," I yelled.
My dad barged into the room yelling and screaming at me. He saw the broken window.
"Why is the window broken?" he screamed in my face.
"I--I don't know," I stuttered.
"It didn't fucking break on its own," he yelled once more. I shook with fear. He came over to me and punched me in the stomach. The one place that no one will find it. He gets smarter for where to hurt me. Damn him. Ruining me and my family's life. He should just die.
"Fuck off," I mumbled. I was terrified that I said that. Why in hell did I say that? He's going to kill me now for sure.
"What?" he said, turning around.
"I-I said FUCK OFF!" I screamed. He went red with anger and stormed over to me. I glared at him.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that," he hissed.
"Don't you dare touch me!" I said back. He punched me once more and walked out of my room. I fell to the ground in pain. Finally about ten minutes of crying and sucking it up, I grabbed a duffel bag and put all my clothes in it. My CDs. Everything I needed. It was time for me to go.
I heaved the duffel over my shoulder, put on my only pair of shoes: a ratty pair of black and white converse: and tip toed out of my room. I shut the door quietly and tip-toed down the wood stairs and out the front door. The wind hit me like a wave, but it felt good against my tear-stained cheeks. I pushed onward and didn't stop walking until I was doubled over in pain out of hunger and thirst.
The duffel felt twenty pounds more than it did when I first left. I decided I would leave it in a bush near-by and come back for it after I had found a gas station and gotten something to eat. Fortunately there was a convenient store right near by. I pulled open the big fridge door and grabbed some kind of fruit juice and frozen yogurt. I paid quickly and hurried back to where I had left my duffel.
My stomach lurched. It was gone. It was fucking gone.
I turned around and tried looking for the duffel bag. No use, someone took it.
"Looking for this?" my older sister said. Candice.
"Yea," I smirked. I took it out of her hand, but before I could run she stopped me.
"Wait," she said sadly.
"What?" I said, confused.
She looked at me and hugged me tightly.
"Don't get into trouble. I love you," she said through tears. She made tears come to my eyes.
"I love you too," I said. We let go and she smiled weakly at me. I smiled back and went running again. Freedom. What I have always dreamed of. No one bossing you around. No one abusing you. No one telling you what to do and what not to do. I ran down the road the rain starting to come down.
"Perfect," I sighed. I kept on running. Running as fast as my legs could take me. I remembered I had food. I stopped and pulled out my food. I snacked on it and ran again.
I ran until my legs couldn't take anymore. I looked around, wondering where I was. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just a huge winding road. I rung out my soaking wet hair and tried to think of what to do next. I pulled my duffel bag off my shoulder, set it down and sat on it. I decided to go to the nearest town, Cleariver. I started walking in the direction of it. Loving to finally be able to make my own decisions.
I heard something faint coming from behind me. I strained to hear. Was it a car? Yes, it was definitely a car. It thundered by me, driving over a huge puddle and re-wetening my damp clothes. A few meters ahead of me, it pulled to a sharp stop. I turned around, about to flip off the person, but I thought I recognized him, but from where? He rolled down his car window and said,
"You look like you just ran a marathon. Want a ride?" That blond hair, those beautiful blue eyes, I know I recognized him. Oh my god. I should have known, Mike Dirnt. How stupid of me not to know!
"Uh-uh sure...Mike," I said with a smile
"Oh, you know me?" he asked, smiling
"Of course, you're Mike-fucking Dirnt, I absolutely love Green Day," I said, laughing; finally a moment of happiness in my life, away from my dad away from my old life,
"Before I let you in my car, what is the first album that Green Day produced?" Mike asked me.
"1,039 smoothed out slappy hours," I said proudly.
"Alright, just the teenie test," Mike grinned.
He opened the back door for me. I saw Billie sitting in the front and Tre sitting in the seat right next to the one I was about to sit in. I clambered in and smiled shyly at Tre. He flashed me a smile back, showing perfect, white teeth. Mike drove us to a gorgeous mansion, ocean front with a huge pool in the backyard and a beautiful front yard. I fell in love with it immediately. Outside the house stood a group of kids talking amongst themselves. A wave of shyness swept over me. Billie climbed out of the car quickly and opened my door. I walked over to the group of kids.
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