The teenies from hell and the band that saved the day!, chapter 1
The teenie from hell was walking down the street one day, and she found a corner store. The teenie from hell, who's name was Samantha, snapped her fingers. Emerging from behind her were two other teenies, her loyal followers, and idiotic fashion followers, Asha and Demi. Asha and Demi grabbed the door and watched as Samantha made her way in.
Before I continue, here's what the teenies from hell look like- Samantha has short blonde hair with pink streaks. Demi has black hair with blonde streaks. Asha has long hair in pigtails with no streaks, which is black died blonde.
The teenies today were each wearing a shirt that said "I HEART billy-Jo". Samantha had on pink converse, the others had on light lime green converse.
And since Samantha was wearing a light blue denim mini skirt, her loyal followers wore pink ones.
They tried to look "Hard core" As they called it by putting on dark mascara and eyeliner, but everyone could see that they were the average. Of course, not labeling them, but only naming their attitudes. ( I despise labels with a passion. But when you call someone a teenie, it has to be true. Only allowed label. EVER.)
"Asha, get me that Twist magazine will you?" Samantha called in a perky voice, while checking her nails.
Asha obeyed, grabbing a Twist magazine and shoving it at Samantha. Samantha flipped to a page that had an envelope on it. There were two Twist magazines with envelopes in them containing tickets to a Green Day concert in the mosh pit, two days before the concert, Green Day themselves came to pick you up in a black limo and took you to the concert hall themselves ( Is this confusing? Sorry... I have like five minutes to write this!_- so Samantha figured if she bought this she had won! She bought it and opened it, and alas, three Green Day tickets fell out.
"Girls!" Samantah cried.
"Yes, Samantha?" They replied in happy voices.
"We're going to see Green Day!"
They started to hug each other happily and a bit to closely.
**
Across town, three real Green Day lovers who also loved not only hard rock music but let their love for music elaborate instead of being shallow, like the awesome people they were, shrieked at each other happily, slapping each other five and giving an occasional hug.
"Oh my fucking god, we won! We won, we won!" Krissy cried, her long red hair flying everywhere in it's loose pony-tail. Her freckles gleamed. Her hazel eyes were scanning her friends' faces. Her usual baggy sweater and baggy jeans were sagging as she jumped for joy.
Racha, who was equally as happy, jumped up higher and higher each time. She and Krissy were in grade twelve, (as were the teenies) and in a band they called "High-Strung." Racha was the drummer, Krissy was lead guitar and vocalist. Racha's deep brown eyes were sparkling with joy, her dark brown hair flying up as she jumped around.
The bassist of their band piped up, with a happy cry. Jesse smiled, his blue shirt dripping at the ends and his baggy jeans standing out. His medium blonde hair matched his exuberant blue eyes as he high-fived Racha and Krissy.
The band members happily made their way home.
**
Billie Joe Armstrong sat on his couch, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool with him. They were sipping beers, as usual, smoking the occasional joint, as usual, but silent, not usual.
"So about that contest... that's awesome... I hope the winners actually deserve to be here." Mike piped up, causing Billie to fumble with his beer and nod.
"Yah... this is gonna be fun." Tre said.
What they didn't know was that it would be a bit more fun than expected...
Before I continue, here's what the teenies from hell look like- Samantha has short blonde hair with pink streaks. Demi has black hair with blonde streaks. Asha has long hair in pigtails with no streaks, which is black died blonde.
The teenies today were each wearing a shirt that said "I HEART billy-Jo". Samantha had on pink converse, the others had on light lime green converse.
And since Samantha was wearing a light blue denim mini skirt, her loyal followers wore pink ones.
They tried to look "Hard core" As they called it by putting on dark mascara and eyeliner, but everyone could see that they were the average. Of course, not labeling them, but only naming their attitudes. ( I despise labels with a passion. But when you call someone a teenie, it has to be true. Only allowed label. EVER.)
"Asha, get me that Twist magazine will you?" Samantha called in a perky voice, while checking her nails.
Asha obeyed, grabbing a Twist magazine and shoving it at Samantha. Samantha flipped to a page that had an envelope on it. There were two Twist magazines with envelopes in them containing tickets to a Green Day concert in the mosh pit, two days before the concert, Green Day themselves came to pick you up in a black limo and took you to the concert hall themselves ( Is this confusing? Sorry... I have like five minutes to write this!_- so Samantha figured if she bought this she had won! She bought it and opened it, and alas, three Green Day tickets fell out.
"Girls!" Samantah cried.
"Yes, Samantha?" They replied in happy voices.
"We're going to see Green Day!"
They started to hug each other happily and a bit to closely.
**
Across town, three real Green Day lovers who also loved not only hard rock music but let their love for music elaborate instead of being shallow, like the awesome people they were, shrieked at each other happily, slapping each other five and giving an occasional hug.
"Oh my fucking god, we won! We won, we won!" Krissy cried, her long red hair flying everywhere in it's loose pony-tail. Her freckles gleamed. Her hazel eyes were scanning her friends' faces. Her usual baggy sweater and baggy jeans were sagging as she jumped for joy.
Racha, who was equally as happy, jumped up higher and higher each time. She and Krissy were in grade twelve, (as were the teenies) and in a band they called "High-Strung." Racha was the drummer, Krissy was lead guitar and vocalist. Racha's deep brown eyes were sparkling with joy, her dark brown hair flying up as she jumped around.
The bassist of their band piped up, with a happy cry. Jesse smiled, his blue shirt dripping at the ends and his baggy jeans standing out. His medium blonde hair matched his exuberant blue eyes as he high-fived Racha and Krissy.
The band members happily made their way home.
**
Billie Joe Armstrong sat on his couch, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool with him. They were sipping beers, as usual, smoking the occasional joint, as usual, but silent, not usual.
"So about that contest... that's awesome... I hope the winners actually deserve to be here." Mike piped up, causing Billie to fumble with his beer and nod.
"Yah... this is gonna be fun." Tre said.
What they didn't know was that it would be a bit more fun than expected...
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