This is Ludicrous, chapter 1
Linda was nervous. She had never been to California before, and now she was moving there. But her 15 year old self didn't seem to mind the idea of movie stars that came to her mind when she thought of it. However, what made her nervous was the thought of going to a new high school. Tenth grade was going to be a hard year, she already predicted. She didn't need the whole summer to figure that out already. She had gone to school with the same people all of her life, and now she was leaving New York City behind for a new life in Oakland.
She sat in the back seat of her dad's new van, kicking her feet up on the long cushioned seat. She heard the squeals of her younger twin siblings, Lily who was a girl, and Lennon, who was a boy. They sat in the next row of seats in front of her. She was at least happy they didn't realize what they were leaving behind; they were only five years old and always just had each other anyways.
She opened her latest issue of Seventeen Magazine with Raleigh Wringwald on the cover. She sighed... I hope Oakland isn't as much of a gangster town as I have heard, she worried. Her eyes drifted away from her magazine, as she watched the odd buildings of the town as the car passed by. Everything was new and different to her, she felt like crying. Being her 15 year old self, of course she was worried about fitting in.
She was very quiet and observant of everything around her, as anyone could tell, she was a writer. She especially liked to write song lyrics, however she was never allowed to learn guitar. Linda always wanted to play guitar, her strict parents only let her learn piano. Joe Strummer plays guitar, she thought to herself. Johnny Ramone was never forced to learn piano, she also thought. Linda sighed once more at the thought that she would never be able to be a rock star like Johnny Rotten.
She yawned and wanted to go to sleep. She had been stuck in the back seat of that van forever it seemed, with her mother and father taking turns at the wheel. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at herself in the mirror since the truckers drove her mirror away in New York City. Her ponytail holding up her long, beautiful, dark brown hair was probably messed up times a million. Her mascara must have turned raccoon, distracting people from her beautiful crystal blue eyes. Her jeans and The Who tee-shirt were probably wrinkled as hell; this obviously had been a long car ride. Linda rubbed the mascara off of below her eyes, and she seemed to have only closed her eyes for one second until her father excitedly announced, "We're HERE!"
Her eyes quickly reopened and she sat up straight. She peeked out the tinted window of the van to see a peculiar house that the car parked in front of in the newly paved driveway. It was a new house, her father had asked for it to be built. He was glad to have all of his past troubles behind him. Besides, a better and greater new job was awaiting. Lily and Lennon quickly scrambled out of the car and ran to the porch together hand in hand. Linda took her time and packed up all of her scattered belongings into her book bag and walked barefooted out of the car. She breathed in the Californian air as she took her sweet time walking into the house.
All of her belongings were situated into the new home. "Lindy dear, your room is the only room to the left in the hallway upstairs!" her mother pointed out. Linda put her hands on the stair railing as she slowly walked up the carpeted stairs. To the left she went down the oddly long and lone hallway and into the big and blank room, to find her bed, bureaus, desk, TV, and beloved turntable waiting for her.
There were five boxes beside the TV and she quickly ran to them, opening them to make sure she had everything. She found her telephone and she quickly ran to her desk to place it down to plug in. She picked up the handle once it was turned on, and she heard to beautiful beeping. Music to her ears.
"LINDY!" her mother called for her. She ran down the stairs as her name was called. Her mother, Layla, stood in the kitchen. She was five months pregnant, and was quite helpless. "Can you get my purple suitcase out of the back of the van for me, please?" Linda smiled and nodded as she walked out of the door and to the van. She hadn't been outside for five seconds when she heard what she was dying to hear forever- the sound of electric guitars.
She quickly realized it was coming from next door, so her head turned into the direction to see the commotion. There was no sign of movement, only the sound of live electric guitars filling the summer air. She stood for a moment, thinking of who could be playing. It's probably some metal head high school dropout trying to top Eddie Van Halen, she laughed.
Linda continued to the van and searched for her mothers purple suitcase. She stopped where she was when she heard the creaking of a door opening and soon closing loudly. It was coming from next door.
She sat in the back seat of her dad's new van, kicking her feet up on the long cushioned seat. She heard the squeals of her younger twin siblings, Lily who was a girl, and Lennon, who was a boy. They sat in the next row of seats in front of her. She was at least happy they didn't realize what they were leaving behind; they were only five years old and always just had each other anyways.
She opened her latest issue of Seventeen Magazine with Raleigh Wringwald on the cover. She sighed... I hope Oakland isn't as much of a gangster town as I have heard, she worried. Her eyes drifted away from her magazine, as she watched the odd buildings of the town as the car passed by. Everything was new and different to her, she felt like crying. Being her 15 year old self, of course she was worried about fitting in.
She was very quiet and observant of everything around her, as anyone could tell, she was a writer. She especially liked to write song lyrics, however she was never allowed to learn guitar. Linda always wanted to play guitar, her strict parents only let her learn piano. Joe Strummer plays guitar, she thought to herself. Johnny Ramone was never forced to learn piano, she also thought. Linda sighed once more at the thought that she would never be able to be a rock star like Johnny Rotten.
She yawned and wanted to go to sleep. She had been stuck in the back seat of that van forever it seemed, with her mother and father taking turns at the wheel. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at herself in the mirror since the truckers drove her mirror away in New York City. Her ponytail holding up her long, beautiful, dark brown hair was probably messed up times a million. Her mascara must have turned raccoon, distracting people from her beautiful crystal blue eyes. Her jeans and The Who tee-shirt were probably wrinkled as hell; this obviously had been a long car ride. Linda rubbed the mascara off of below her eyes, and she seemed to have only closed her eyes for one second until her father excitedly announced, "We're HERE!"
Her eyes quickly reopened and she sat up straight. She peeked out the tinted window of the van to see a peculiar house that the car parked in front of in the newly paved driveway. It was a new house, her father had asked for it to be built. He was glad to have all of his past troubles behind him. Besides, a better and greater new job was awaiting. Lily and Lennon quickly scrambled out of the car and ran to the porch together hand in hand. Linda took her time and packed up all of her scattered belongings into her book bag and walked barefooted out of the car. She breathed in the Californian air as she took her sweet time walking into the house.
All of her belongings were situated into the new home. "Lindy dear, your room is the only room to the left in the hallway upstairs!" her mother pointed out. Linda put her hands on the stair railing as she slowly walked up the carpeted stairs. To the left she went down the oddly long and lone hallway and into the big and blank room, to find her bed, bureaus, desk, TV, and beloved turntable waiting for her.
There were five boxes beside the TV and she quickly ran to them, opening them to make sure she had everything. She found her telephone and she quickly ran to her desk to place it down to plug in. She picked up the handle once it was turned on, and she heard to beautiful beeping. Music to her ears.
"LINDY!" her mother called for her. She ran down the stairs as her name was called. Her mother, Layla, stood in the kitchen. She was five months pregnant, and was quite helpless. "Can you get my purple suitcase out of the back of the van for me, please?" Linda smiled and nodded as she walked out of the door and to the van. She hadn't been outside for five seconds when she heard what she was dying to hear forever- the sound of electric guitars.
She quickly realized it was coming from next door, so her head turned into the direction to see the commotion. There was no sign of movement, only the sound of live electric guitars filling the summer air. She stood for a moment, thinking of who could be playing. It's probably some metal head high school dropout trying to top Eddie Van Halen, she laughed.
Linda continued to the van and searched for her mothers purple suitcase. She stopped where she was when she heard the creaking of a door opening and soon closing loudly. It was coming from next door.
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