We're not the ones meant to follow, chapter 1
"And what does that mean, Miss Mander?"
I was once again in the principal's office, this time for calling a prep a prep. So? She told the teacher that I had called her a "bitch," not a "prep." Damn bitch...
"It means, Mr. Kroger, that I am completely innocent. I only called her a prep and that's what she is..." I started.
"MISS MANDER!" The room shook with the force of his voice. "I am the principal of the finest school in the county, and I will not be spoken to like this!"
I got a week's worth of detention for talking back to the principal, not to mention being grounded from leaving the house after five. Which was terrible, because my band was supposed to open up for Green Day at seven that Thursday. I did get out, though, eventually. I told my mom I had a very important test to study for with my friends.
Once I got to the arena, my band practiced about 45 minutes before the show. I tuned my guitar and set up Mari's drum set, because she was running late. Once she got there, we played a couple of songs from our play list and went onstage.
Guitar in hand, I ran-walked up to the mic and introduced my band.
"Aloha, Kalamazoo, Michigan! We're The Punx, and this is our first song we ever made. We were 13 then, and it's called 'Ice Cold.'"
We played for about 45 minutes and then closed by saying, "Green Day's next, all!"
After Green Day played, we hung out with them for about an hour.
"SHIT!" I exclaimed. It was already 12 a.m., and I told my mom I would be back by 9. "What's wrong?" asked Billie Joe. I explained my problem, and he understood. I left my guitar with my band and rushed out to the parking lot.
My cell phone vibrated in my back pocket. "Hello?" I said cautiously. "MAEGAN ELIZABETH MANDER! GET HOME RIGHT NOW!" It was my mom. When she's mad, she uses my full name, not just May or M. Which I hate.
"Mom, I will tell you the truth if you don't get pissed off with me," I said.
"Okay, M. What is it?" I told her that my band had opened up for Green Day and that it would mess up Green Day's schedule if I hadn't been there. She asked me how the show was and I told her she should've been there.
After I hung up, again my phone rang.
And yes, I know The Punx sounds like a poseur name.
I was once again in the principal's office, this time for calling a prep a prep. So? She told the teacher that I had called her a "bitch," not a "prep." Damn bitch...
"It means, Mr. Kroger, that I am completely innocent. I only called her a prep and that's what she is..." I started.
"MISS MANDER!" The room shook with the force of his voice. "I am the principal of the finest school in the county, and I will not be spoken to like this!"
I got a week's worth of detention for talking back to the principal, not to mention being grounded from leaving the house after five. Which was terrible, because my band was supposed to open up for Green Day at seven that Thursday. I did get out, though, eventually. I told my mom I had a very important test to study for with my friends.
Once I got to the arena, my band practiced about 45 minutes before the show. I tuned my guitar and set up Mari's drum set, because she was running late. Once she got there, we played a couple of songs from our play list and went onstage.
Guitar in hand, I ran-walked up to the mic and introduced my band.
"Aloha, Kalamazoo, Michigan! We're The Punx, and this is our first song we ever made. We were 13 then, and it's called 'Ice Cold.'"
We played for about 45 minutes and then closed by saying, "Green Day's next, all!"
After Green Day played, we hung out with them for about an hour.
"SHIT!" I exclaimed. It was already 12 a.m., and I told my mom I would be back by 9. "What's wrong?" asked Billie Joe. I explained my problem, and he understood. I left my guitar with my band and rushed out to the parking lot.
My cell phone vibrated in my back pocket. "Hello?" I said cautiously. "MAEGAN ELIZABETH MANDER! GET HOME RIGHT NOW!" It was my mom. When she's mad, she uses my full name, not just May or M. Which I hate.
"Mom, I will tell you the truth if you don't get pissed off with me," I said.
"Okay, M. What is it?" I told her that my band had opened up for Green Day and that it would mess up Green Day's schedule if I hadn't been there. She asked me how the show was and I told her she should've been there.
After I hung up, again my phone rang.
And yes, I know The Punx sounds like a poseur name.
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