Look Who I Bumped Into..., chapter 1
"Jordan! Jordan! Get up!" my little sister, Ally, ordered.
"Why the hell are you in my room?" I snapped without opening my eyes. Ally always snuck in my room to steal my eye liner and clothes and Cds. She slapped me across the face and I bolted up in bed. "Ow! What the hell was that about you little bi-"
"You're going to be late for school," she cut me off, showing me her wrist watch.
Holy crap! It was 9:20!
I jumped out of bed and pulled on a green hoodie and jeans that were ripped at the kneecaps. I gelled my short blue hair to look like a mohawk and put on some eye liner. I grabbed my back pack and pulled on my sneakers and flew out of the house and ran all the way to school.
"Ah, Miss Hanson. It's about time that you joined us," my math teacher, Mr. Fairchild, said as I walked in the room. I couldn't stand him, he was the meanest teacher in the world.
"Whatever," I mumbled, finding a seat at the back of the room next to this kid named Tony.
"I want you to write 'I Will Be On Time For Class' 500 times and bring it in tomorrow," Mr. Fairchild ordered. Tony grinned at me, his braces flashing.
"Don't get your hopes up," I replied. The class snickered, then went instantly silent as Mr. Fairchild slammed a math book on a desk. "Make that 1,000 times," he said.
"Jordan!" my best friend, Kimmy, called as she ran to my lunch table. "Do you know what?" she asked me.
"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me." She smiled ear to ear. She pulled out two tickets, to tonight's Green Day concert! "No way!" I screamed, grabbing my ticket out of her hand. "How did you manage to get your hands on 'em?" She smirked and put her ticket back in her pocket.
"Oh, I have my ways," she replied. Yeah, I thought bitterly, your dad's loaded. "Awsome!" I said, carefully putting my ticket in my binder. "I'll come get you at seven okay?" Kimmy asked. I shrugged. "I don't give a crap, as long as we go!"
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking quite punk in my black skull T-shirt and my ripped black jeans. I re-painted my nails black and added more eye liner and lip gloss. I heard the doorbell ring and trooped down the stairs and opened the door to see Kimmy. She was wearing a red tank top and a black skirt and black boots. She had on black lip stick and eyeliner and her curly blonde hair fell to her waist.
"Ready?" she asked as I let the door slam shut and ran across the lawn. "Uh, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "C'mon, hurry up."
The concert was jammed with thousands off people wearing Green Day stuff, smoking and drinking. I waved to Tony and another boy from math class. Kimmy and I elbowed our way to the front right by the stage and five minutes later THEY CAME ON STAGE!!! The crowd erupted into a roar as Green Day started to play American Idiot. Then they played St. Jimmy, Wake Me Up When September Ends, Minority, Basket Case and Brain Stew.
When the show ended me and Kimmy started to go for the exit. "C'mon Kim! God, you are so damn slow!" I snapped, turning around and pulling Kimmy by th arm. "Hey! Watch it!" I hissed as some dork bumped into me. I whirled around, preparing to cuss the jackass out, when I saw him.
It was......
"Why the hell are you in my room?" I snapped without opening my eyes. Ally always snuck in my room to steal my eye liner and clothes and Cds. She slapped me across the face and I bolted up in bed. "Ow! What the hell was that about you little bi-"
"You're going to be late for school," she cut me off, showing me her wrist watch.
Holy crap! It was 9:20!
I jumped out of bed and pulled on a green hoodie and jeans that were ripped at the kneecaps. I gelled my short blue hair to look like a mohawk and put on some eye liner. I grabbed my back pack and pulled on my sneakers and flew out of the house and ran all the way to school.
"Ah, Miss Hanson. It's about time that you joined us," my math teacher, Mr. Fairchild, said as I walked in the room. I couldn't stand him, he was the meanest teacher in the world.
"Whatever," I mumbled, finding a seat at the back of the room next to this kid named Tony.
"I want you to write 'I Will Be On Time For Class' 500 times and bring it in tomorrow," Mr. Fairchild ordered. Tony grinned at me, his braces flashing.
"Don't get your hopes up," I replied. The class snickered, then went instantly silent as Mr. Fairchild slammed a math book on a desk. "Make that 1,000 times," he said.
"Jordan!" my best friend, Kimmy, called as she ran to my lunch table. "Do you know what?" she asked me.
"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me." She smiled ear to ear. She pulled out two tickets, to tonight's Green Day concert! "No way!" I screamed, grabbing my ticket out of her hand. "How did you manage to get your hands on 'em?" She smirked and put her ticket back in her pocket.
"Oh, I have my ways," she replied. Yeah, I thought bitterly, your dad's loaded. "Awsome!" I said, carefully putting my ticket in my binder. "I'll come get you at seven okay?" Kimmy asked. I shrugged. "I don't give a crap, as long as we go!"
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking quite punk in my black skull T-shirt and my ripped black jeans. I re-painted my nails black and added more eye liner and lip gloss. I heard the doorbell ring and trooped down the stairs and opened the door to see Kimmy. She was wearing a red tank top and a black skirt and black boots. She had on black lip stick and eyeliner and her curly blonde hair fell to her waist.
"Ready?" she asked as I let the door slam shut and ran across the lawn. "Uh, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "C'mon, hurry up."
The concert was jammed with thousands off people wearing Green Day stuff, smoking and drinking. I waved to Tony and another boy from math class. Kimmy and I elbowed our way to the front right by the stage and five minutes later THEY CAME ON STAGE!!! The crowd erupted into a roar as Green Day started to play American Idiot. Then they played St. Jimmy, Wake Me Up When September Ends, Minority, Basket Case and Brain Stew.
When the show ended me and Kimmy started to go for the exit. "C'mon Kim! God, you are so damn slow!" I snapped, turning around and pulling Kimmy by th arm. "Hey! Watch it!" I hissed as some dork bumped into me. I whirled around, preparing to cuss the jackass out, when I saw him.
It was......
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