Tales From Another Broken Home, chapter 1
The sun burned my eyes as my mom opened the curtains to let in some natural light. It was early Saturday morning and I knew why she had awoken me this way, it's the last time I would see the Louisiana sunrise.
Her job had transferred her to Oakland, California. That is the last place I expected to live. I started to pack. I did not have much: shirts, jeans, Chuck's, Van's, tapes and my stereo.
I got in the shower and it felt nice, like the water was washing away my worries. I went into the kitchen, my hair still wet from the bath, and ate some breakfast.
"Are you okay, Darling?" asked my Mom.
"I'm fine, When are we leaving?"
"Soon. Come help me load the last of the boxes."
We loaded it up to the max, it looked like a clown car, and hit the road by one p. M. We turned on the radio and Guns 'n' Roses 'Welcome to the Jungle' was on. We sang along.
I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Adiana Monroe, I'm fourteen years old. I have been misunderstood most of my life and most people take one look at me and dismiss me as some druggy punk. I am actually a pretty smart person. I heard about Oakland, the gangs and all, it did not scream "Welcome To Paradise" to me.
We finally made it to the house. It was nice, small and a few shingles off the roof were missing, but it was home. We unpacked the car and got adjusted the whole weekend.
"You know you're gonna have to go to school tomorrow." My Mom said.
"I know."
"I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll make plenty of friends honey."
"Yeah, if they weren't all back home."
"Honey... "
"Why did we have to move?"
"You know why."
"Big whoop! A transfer, hell, you could have found another job at home."
"Sweetie... '
I walked to the end of the hall and slammed the door. I tried to unpack but every picture I picked up of my old friends brought tears to my eyes. I miss them, I miss home. No one here will like me.
The next morning I woke up and stumbled into the shower. I got dressed. I pulled on an old Sex Pistols shirt with my worn in jeans and Chuck's. I pulled my died blue hair into a ponytail and walked out of the door.
I went into the main office and signed in. They said I had to get my textbooks so they gave me a pass to go to the library. I made it there and I got most of my books when I dropped one and bent down to pick it up. A pair of Chuck's were walking towards me and then the two most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen were looking back at me. He helped me up and got the book for me,
"Hi, I'm Billie Joe and by the way your looking at me I guess you're new."
I nodded.
"Yeah, let me get those for you." he grabbed the books and held them.
"So where are you from?"
"New Orleans."
"Really? Cool, I've always wanted to go there. I was thinking you weren't from here."
"Why, do I look weird?"
"No, it's just you don't dress like most of the girls from here."
"Is that bad?"
"No, it means you aren't a slut. So what classes do you have?"
I showed him my schedule. I liked him, he was very nice. I hope he likes me.
"Oh, cool, We have the same classes. Do you actually want to go or do you just wanna hang out?"
"Like I feel like learning!"
He laughed. We walked downstairs and out to the courtyard, we were all alone and the slight breeze was refreshing.
"So. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"Oh, I'm Adiana Monroe."
"I'm Billie Joe Armstrong. Just call me Billie, or Two Dollar Bill. '
"Why Two Dollar Bill?"
"Uuumm. That's a long story... Never mind. I like your shirt. You like The Sex Pistols?"
"Yeah, their awesome but they ain't got nothing on..."
"The Clash," we say at the same time.
"Ha, ha, ha. That was weird. At least we got the same taste in music. I'm in a band called Sweet Children. We're having band practice this afternoon, you wanna come?"
"Sure. What do you play?"
"I sing and lay the guitar. You play anything?"
"Yeah, a little guitar too."
"Awesome, you're the only girl I know that can."
We spent the rest of the day talking about what we like, what we hate, our family, nothing and everything. Then it was time to go.
"So where do you live? I'll pick you up around five."
I told him my address.
"That's funny, I live five minutes away from there. Hey Adi, can I call you Adi?"
"Sure." I never had a nickname before, and if it was it was always Anna. It made me feel special that he wanted to call me that.
"Uuumm, I was wondering. Do you have a boyfriend back in New Orleans?"
"No. I never really had one."
"What? How, you're so hot!" he turned red and I could tell he didn't mean to say that out loud.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like... I just wanted too... I..."
"It's okay. I like you too."
"Really? Um Adi, do you want to... Like... Go out with me?" he was scratching the back of his head nervously. He looked so innocent waiting for my answer.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"Oh. Um yeah, so I'll see you at five. Bye."
"Bye, Billie."
He ran off. I'm beginning to like it here.
Her job had transferred her to Oakland, California. That is the last place I expected to live. I started to pack. I did not have much: shirts, jeans, Chuck's, Van's, tapes and my stereo.
I got in the shower and it felt nice, like the water was washing away my worries. I went into the kitchen, my hair still wet from the bath, and ate some breakfast.
"Are you okay, Darling?" asked my Mom.
"I'm fine, When are we leaving?"
"Soon. Come help me load the last of the boxes."
We loaded it up to the max, it looked like a clown car, and hit the road by one p. M. We turned on the radio and Guns 'n' Roses 'Welcome to the Jungle' was on. We sang along.
I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Adiana Monroe, I'm fourteen years old. I have been misunderstood most of my life and most people take one look at me and dismiss me as some druggy punk. I am actually a pretty smart person. I heard about Oakland, the gangs and all, it did not scream "Welcome To Paradise" to me.
We finally made it to the house. It was nice, small and a few shingles off the roof were missing, but it was home. We unpacked the car and got adjusted the whole weekend.
"You know you're gonna have to go to school tomorrow." My Mom said.
"I know."
"I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll make plenty of friends honey."
"Yeah, if they weren't all back home."
"Honey... "
"Why did we have to move?"
"You know why."
"Big whoop! A transfer, hell, you could have found another job at home."
"Sweetie... '
I walked to the end of the hall and slammed the door. I tried to unpack but every picture I picked up of my old friends brought tears to my eyes. I miss them, I miss home. No one here will like me.
The next morning I woke up and stumbled into the shower. I got dressed. I pulled on an old Sex Pistols shirt with my worn in jeans and Chuck's. I pulled my died blue hair into a ponytail and walked out of the door.
I went into the main office and signed in. They said I had to get my textbooks so they gave me a pass to go to the library. I made it there and I got most of my books when I dropped one and bent down to pick it up. A pair of Chuck's were walking towards me and then the two most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen were looking back at me. He helped me up and got the book for me,
"Hi, I'm Billie Joe and by the way your looking at me I guess you're new."
I nodded.
"Yeah, let me get those for you." he grabbed the books and held them.
"So where are you from?"
"New Orleans."
"Really? Cool, I've always wanted to go there. I was thinking you weren't from here."
"Why, do I look weird?"
"No, it's just you don't dress like most of the girls from here."
"Is that bad?"
"No, it means you aren't a slut. So what classes do you have?"
I showed him my schedule. I liked him, he was very nice. I hope he likes me.
"Oh, cool, We have the same classes. Do you actually want to go or do you just wanna hang out?"
"Like I feel like learning!"
He laughed. We walked downstairs and out to the courtyard, we were all alone and the slight breeze was refreshing.
"So. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"Oh, I'm Adiana Monroe."
"I'm Billie Joe Armstrong. Just call me Billie, or Two Dollar Bill. '
"Why Two Dollar Bill?"
"Uuumm. That's a long story... Never mind. I like your shirt. You like The Sex Pistols?"
"Yeah, their awesome but they ain't got nothing on..."
"The Clash," we say at the same time.
"Ha, ha, ha. That was weird. At least we got the same taste in music. I'm in a band called Sweet Children. We're having band practice this afternoon, you wanna come?"
"Sure. What do you play?"
"I sing and lay the guitar. You play anything?"
"Yeah, a little guitar too."
"Awesome, you're the only girl I know that can."
We spent the rest of the day talking about what we like, what we hate, our family, nothing and everything. Then it was time to go.
"So where do you live? I'll pick you up around five."
I told him my address.
"That's funny, I live five minutes away from there. Hey Adi, can I call you Adi?"
"Sure." I never had a nickname before, and if it was it was always Anna. It made me feel special that he wanted to call me that.
"Uuumm, I was wondering. Do you have a boyfriend back in New Orleans?"
"No. I never really had one."
"What? How, you're so hot!" he turned red and I could tell he didn't mean to say that out loud.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like... I just wanted too... I..."
"It's okay. I like you too."
"Really? Um Adi, do you want to... Like... Go out with me?" he was scratching the back of his head nervously. He looked so innocent waiting for my answer.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"Oh. Um yeah, so I'll see you at five. Bye."
"Bye, Billie."
He ran off. I'm beginning to like it here.
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