Kids In The Hall, chapter 1
7:00 in the morning and the alarm started screaming. Even through bed sheet pulled tight and a pillow over his head, Billie Joe could hear the alarms persistant, obnoxious buzzing enter his hears and awake him from beloved slumber. Groaning, a single arm swatted clumsily in open air until finally the hellish machine was found and silenced one again. Billie Joe turned over and laid on his back. He emmited a slow, deep sigh and struggled to open his eyes. Once that difficult task was accomplished, he laid staring at the ceiling. He could hear the clanking of pans and his mother's footsteps above him. One of the downsides of living in the basement. Growling slightly, Billie Joe lifted himself from his mattress and proceeded to the stairs. He arrived at the table in his typical morning outfit; shirtless with a pair of boxers cladding his lower half. With an exhausted 'thud,' he sat at the dining table and waited for his breakfast.
"Sleep well?" his mother asked.
"No." he replied shortly.
"Really? Why not?" she asked without taking her eyes off the pancakes she was making.
"I 'unno."
And with that the conversation was over. Billie Joe and his mom didn't talk much. A little here and there, but nothing in-depth.
She placed a stack of pancakes in front of Billie Joe with smiley-faces on them. Billie Joe stared at the odd creations his mom had placed in front of him. Was this her attempt at humor?
"What the hell?" was all he could manage to say.
"I just thought it'd be something fun to do. You know, make breakfast a little more interesting. You don't like them? I think they're cute."
He stared at them some more.
"They're creepy."
"Just eat them."
He picked up his fork and knife, but wasn't hungary. He noticed the dog at his side who was staring longfully at the pancake-smileys. Billie Joe quickly lowered his plate and gave the dog the food. He stood up and walked to the basement door.
"Gotta get ready for school." he stated plainly.
He mom turned around in disbelief.
"Don't already?!"
He quickly hurried down the stairs without answering his mom's question. He put on some dirty clothes from the previous day, messed a little with his hair, and grabbed his book bag. He walked back upstairs to leave. Just as he passed his mom to get to the door she turned around.
"Didn't you wear that yesterday?" she asked.
"Yup." Billie Joe replied, and with that he exited his house to go to the worst place on earth: school.
Tre and Mike sat on the school statue, talking and laughing. A few minutes passed before the two realized that Billie Joe was later than usual. Just as this thought came to mind, Billie Joe turned the corner. He was walking with his skateboard in hand. As he neared, Mike and Tre noticed the scratches and bloody cuts on Billie Joe's arms. There was even a small twig hair. Billie Joe walked up to his two friends, both who had puzzled looks on their faces.
"'The hell happened to you?" Mike asked.
"I was skating down East 12th Street when this fucking cat came out of nowhere, and this huge-ass dog was chasing it. The cat missed me but the dog came running head-first into me. Knocked me in a pile of leaves, the bastard."
He rubbed the back of his head and winced.
"I think I hit a rock, too."
Tre began chuckling, and soon after Mike joined in. Both of them were staring at the twig and crumpled bits of leaves in Billie Joe's hair. Mike reached up and brushed Billie Joe's hair, ridding it of all the rubble. Seconds later the bell rang, officially beginning another day of torment.
"Fuck." Billie Joe said.
"Damn it." Mike stated.
"Yessss." Tre exclaimed.
"Sleep well?" his mother asked.
"No." he replied shortly.
"Really? Why not?" she asked without taking her eyes off the pancakes she was making.
"I 'unno."
And with that the conversation was over. Billie Joe and his mom didn't talk much. A little here and there, but nothing in-depth.
She placed a stack of pancakes in front of Billie Joe with smiley-faces on them. Billie Joe stared at the odd creations his mom had placed in front of him. Was this her attempt at humor?
"What the hell?" was all he could manage to say.
"I just thought it'd be something fun to do. You know, make breakfast a little more interesting. You don't like them? I think they're cute."
He stared at them some more.
"They're creepy."
"Just eat them."
He picked up his fork and knife, but wasn't hungary. He noticed the dog at his side who was staring longfully at the pancake-smileys. Billie Joe quickly lowered his plate and gave the dog the food. He stood up and walked to the basement door.
"Gotta get ready for school." he stated plainly.
He mom turned around in disbelief.
"Don't already?!"
He quickly hurried down the stairs without answering his mom's question. He put on some dirty clothes from the previous day, messed a little with his hair, and grabbed his book bag. He walked back upstairs to leave. Just as he passed his mom to get to the door she turned around.
"Didn't you wear that yesterday?" she asked.
"Yup." Billie Joe replied, and with that he exited his house to go to the worst place on earth: school.
Tre and Mike sat on the school statue, talking and laughing. A few minutes passed before the two realized that Billie Joe was later than usual. Just as this thought came to mind, Billie Joe turned the corner. He was walking with his skateboard in hand. As he neared, Mike and Tre noticed the scratches and bloody cuts on Billie Joe's arms. There was even a small twig hair. Billie Joe walked up to his two friends, both who had puzzled looks on their faces.
"'The hell happened to you?" Mike asked.
"I was skating down East 12th Street when this fucking cat came out of nowhere, and this huge-ass dog was chasing it. The cat missed me but the dog came running head-first into me. Knocked me in a pile of leaves, the bastard."
He rubbed the back of his head and winced.
"I think I hit a rock, too."
Tre began chuckling, and soon after Mike joined in. Both of them were staring at the twig and crumpled bits of leaves in Billie Joe's hair. Mike reached up and brushed Billie Joe's hair, ridding it of all the rubble. Seconds later the bell rang, officially beginning another day of torment.
"Fuck." Billie Joe said.
"Damn it." Mike stated.
"Yessss." Tre exclaimed.
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