Cool By Name, Not So Much By Association..., chapter 1
I suppose any girl would love to swap places with me... it's not as great as you think though. Lots of people tell me I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have a dad like him. He is a great dad, don't get me wrong! But sometimes I feel older than him. Actually make that the whole time... Tré Cool they call him... worship him under that name, but to me he's just Dad, who occasionally embarrasses himself. I suppose I shouldn't be complaining but you can see why I do, can't you?
I mean really! I know there's a naked picture of my Dad floating around the internet, but people don't have to send it to me all the time! I mean would you really like to see a naked picture of your dad? I thought not. I like the fans, they seem to respect me for who I am but it's the idiots who I have to go to school with everyday that I can't fucking stand! Somehow they got my email and decide to send all sorts of shit to me, but that's another story...
So I live with my Mom in New York. My Dad comes to visit as much as he can but he still has the band and stuff. He always spends my birthday in NYC, though. When I was 10 he even skipped the People's Choice Awards. I love it when I spent time with my Dad because he acts like a Dad, it's only when he's with the band he acts as young as Frankito. I'm 15 now, which makes my little half-brother 7 and off his game! He's nearly as worse as Dad.
But enough of the introductions. All you have to hear is the name Cool and it sums me up, huh? Not really, I'm what you'd call 'One Who Falls Between the Clichés' or in simple terms "An Outcast". You'd think with a name like me people would be dying to be my friend, they did for a while when American Idiot came out but my lasting refusal to any of their parties gave them the idea I wasn't interested...
I was walking home from school, quietly singing 'I wanna be sedated'
Minding my own business, as usual, wishing I was one of the girls with a artsy boy hanging on her hip. I stopped at the cross-lights chewing on my cracked black-painted nails. I heard some laughing behind me and sighed, it was Alan and his 'Homies', the people that made my life a misery everyday after school.
I didn't even turn around, but I knew what was coming
"Ramona!" his voice teased. I sighed and turned around to him. Ignoring him only made him worse.
"What?"
"So is your Dad's idiot band still pretending they're great?" he said trying to get a rise out of me.
"Yip and doing well better than your Dad. Last I heard he was still working at 'Al's Diner'." I turned around but felt a tug at my shoulder.
"Don't you fucking talk about my Dad you bitch or you'll be sorry!" he said into my ear.
"Or what? You'll get him after me when he finishes his shift?" I could feel the fury in his breath. Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me down a little side alley. He'd never done this before, normally I'd run away before he could get me. I started getting nervous and tried to pull away, but his grip tightened digging his nails into my arm. He pushed me up against a wall. I looked around trying to find a way out. His two friends stood to the right laughing.
"Is this the way it's going to be Ramona?" he laughed, filling my heart with rage. I squirmed as it was the only thing I could think of to do. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and tears prickling my eyes. I tried to scream for help but he covered my mouth with his hand.
"Don't do anything else stupid, or you'll be sorry!" he laughed again. I bit down into his hand causing him to yelp with pain.
"Fuck! Get back here you stupid bitch!" He yelled as I made a brake for it. His friends ran after me but soon I was lost in a New York City crowd. I tried to keep the tears in as I walked into my apartment block. As soon as I got in home I ran to my room before my Mom could see me. I fucking hate Alan! Why did he make me miserable everyday of my life? I decided to go on the internet to calm me down. There was this one site geekstinkbreath.net that I loved. Most people on it were obsessed with my dad.
"Ramona! Get off the computer and come in here!" my Mom called from the front room. I swivelled around in the chair and walked slowly to my Mom's call, just to annoy her.
"Your Dad wants to talk to you." She said shoving the phone at me. She had been in the same bad mood for the past couple of days, longer than usual. I took it and put it up to my ear
"Hey, Dad."
"Hey honey! How's everything in the big apple?"
"Crap as usual, how's recording going?"
"Not too bad, but I want to ask you, how about moving out here for a while? I miss you when you're in New York! Claud says it's ok and so does your Mom. So, what do ya think?"
I nearly started crying again. A life without Alan! It was like my dream come true!
"Ramona? You still there?"
"Yes! And I am definitely coming out to live with you!" I smiled down the phone.
"YAY!!!! I can't wait for you to come!!! It's going to be so much fun! Wait, hey that rhymes! I have to tell Billie so he can put it on a song! YIPEE!!"
I laughed at my Dad's insane rant.
I was leaving New York! For good if I could help it...
I mean really! I know there's a naked picture of my Dad floating around the internet, but people don't have to send it to me all the time! I mean would you really like to see a naked picture of your dad? I thought not. I like the fans, they seem to respect me for who I am but it's the idiots who I have to go to school with everyday that I can't fucking stand! Somehow they got my email and decide to send all sorts of shit to me, but that's another story...
So I live with my Mom in New York. My Dad comes to visit as much as he can but he still has the band and stuff. He always spends my birthday in NYC, though. When I was 10 he even skipped the People's Choice Awards. I love it when I spent time with my Dad because he acts like a Dad, it's only when he's with the band he acts as young as Frankito. I'm 15 now, which makes my little half-brother 7 and off his game! He's nearly as worse as Dad.
But enough of the introductions. All you have to hear is the name Cool and it sums me up, huh? Not really, I'm what you'd call 'One Who Falls Between the Clichés' or in simple terms "An Outcast". You'd think with a name like me people would be dying to be my friend, they did for a while when American Idiot came out but my lasting refusal to any of their parties gave them the idea I wasn't interested...
I was walking home from school, quietly singing 'I wanna be sedated'
Minding my own business, as usual, wishing I was one of the girls with a artsy boy hanging on her hip. I stopped at the cross-lights chewing on my cracked black-painted nails. I heard some laughing behind me and sighed, it was Alan and his 'Homies', the people that made my life a misery everyday after school.
I didn't even turn around, but I knew what was coming
"Ramona!" his voice teased. I sighed and turned around to him. Ignoring him only made him worse.
"What?"
"So is your Dad's idiot band still pretending they're great?" he said trying to get a rise out of me.
"Yip and doing well better than your Dad. Last I heard he was still working at 'Al's Diner'." I turned around but felt a tug at my shoulder.
"Don't you fucking talk about my Dad you bitch or you'll be sorry!" he said into my ear.
"Or what? You'll get him after me when he finishes his shift?" I could feel the fury in his breath. Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me down a little side alley. He'd never done this before, normally I'd run away before he could get me. I started getting nervous and tried to pull away, but his grip tightened digging his nails into my arm. He pushed me up against a wall. I looked around trying to find a way out. His two friends stood to the right laughing.
"Is this the way it's going to be Ramona?" he laughed, filling my heart with rage. I squirmed as it was the only thing I could think of to do. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and tears prickling my eyes. I tried to scream for help but he covered my mouth with his hand.
"Don't do anything else stupid, or you'll be sorry!" he laughed again. I bit down into his hand causing him to yelp with pain.
"Fuck! Get back here you stupid bitch!" He yelled as I made a brake for it. His friends ran after me but soon I was lost in a New York City crowd. I tried to keep the tears in as I walked into my apartment block. As soon as I got in home I ran to my room before my Mom could see me. I fucking hate Alan! Why did he make me miserable everyday of my life? I decided to go on the internet to calm me down. There was this one site geekstinkbreath.net that I loved. Most people on it were obsessed with my dad.
"Ramona! Get off the computer and come in here!" my Mom called from the front room. I swivelled around in the chair and walked slowly to my Mom's call, just to annoy her.
"Your Dad wants to talk to you." She said shoving the phone at me. She had been in the same bad mood for the past couple of days, longer than usual. I took it and put it up to my ear
"Hey, Dad."
"Hey honey! How's everything in the big apple?"
"Crap as usual, how's recording going?"
"Not too bad, but I want to ask you, how about moving out here for a while? I miss you when you're in New York! Claud says it's ok and so does your Mom. So, what do ya think?"
I nearly started crying again. A life without Alan! It was like my dream come true!
"Ramona? You still there?"
"Yes! And I am definitely coming out to live with you!" I smiled down the phone.
"YAY!!!! I can't wait for you to come!!! It's going to be so much fun! Wait, hey that rhymes! I have to tell Billie so he can put it on a song! YIPEE!!"
I laughed at my Dad's insane rant.
I was leaving New York! For good if I could help it...
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