An Extremely Strange Story With Ups And Downs But A Happy Ending, chapter 1
It was the middle of winter, the snow lay heavily on the ground. There was an icy wind blowing up my thin, black shirt, giving me chills. My long, black hair was blowing all around my face, it was really pissing me off. You see I have a very short temper and I'm starting to think that my Barbie-girl twin is delibrately trying to annoy me because she knows that ever since we moved here, three weeks ago, I stopped wanting to talk to anyone, let alone her. ( Anyway let me tell you a little bit about myself.)
My name is Phoebe and I'm 16 years old. I have long black hair with green and blue streaks here and there. I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty, I'm not fat but I'm not thin and so on. I live with my twin sister Grace (You wouldn't think we were twins if you saw us together because she is a HUGE lover of the color pink), my mom and my dog, Mystie. I love punk rock music and my sister loves rap so we don't get on very well. I'm a punk as you probably may have guessed. And there isn't really much else to say so I'll get on with the story.
I was just sitting on the doorstep of our new house, playing on my cell phone while half hearted listening to what Grace was saying. Suddenly I was nudged and I lost.
"Remind me again," started Grace, obviously having yet another blonde moment, "Why are we out here in the freezing cold while mom is in a nice, warm house?"
"Once again, she's painting the living room and told us to go to the shops or something, but we don't know where anything is so we're forced to sit out here!" I replied impatiently.
I waited for a bit to see whether she was going to say anything or not. She didn't and we sat in silence for about 5 minutes.
"I'm sick of this. I'm cold, I'm hungry. Do you want to come and help me find the coffee shop?" I suddenly asked making Grace jump.
" Nah, I'll probably pass on this one," she replied.
"So are you just gonna sit here watching the world go by?" I asked sarcastically.
"Erm... No."
"Then what are you gonna do?"
"Go to the mall!"
"You don't know where it is!"
"I'll look."
"You'll get lost."
"No I won't, the shopping mall has loads of signs pointing to it so I'll find it, but you're the one whose gonna get lost looking for that stupid coffee shop!" She spat.
I was insulted, it was always me who was bitchy to her. Now it's kind of like role reversal. [i]Oh my god, if we're doing role reversal, will I start wearing pink and turn into a complete teenie?! <i/>I thought to myself before reacting in a pretty simple way.
"FINE!" I shouted and stormed off to find the coffee shop. After I'd walked around the first corner, I looked back to see if she was still at our house, but she was walking in the opposite direction. Now I was really angry so I started calling my sister as many bad things as I could think of. [i]She's such a slutfaced bitch<i/>I thought as I turned yet another corner.
After about an hour I had cooled off and realised that Grace was right. She did say that it was a small place and that it was hard to find but back in San Francisco I had a good sense of direction, but that was probably because I'd lived there for my whole life and grown up there. But my Dad always said that I had a good sense of direction, God how I missed him. He died when I was 11. [i]You still sure I have a good sense of direction, Dad? <i/> I thought to myself as I passed a sign that read 'Gilman Street'. I then saw another sign that looked a little bit like a play-list. I read it to myself:
[i]Tonight from 9pm
Courtesy of Lookout! Records
Twisted Dog Sisters
Sweet Children<i/>
I turned the corner and then realised how quiet the street was. It was pretty creepy really. I started to walk home when I heard something pull up around the corner where I'd just been. I looked around the corner and I saw a small Bookmobile pulling over and I saw a really tall guy with blonde hair and black roots step out. I remember a few weeks ago that it was my mom's birthday and she asked for a book that I completely forgot about.
*Flashback*
"Happy Birthday Mom," Me and Grace sang as we walked into mom's room.
"Aww, That's sweet, you girls made me breakfast in bed!" she stated, clearly delighted.
"Here's your present, I got you exactly what you wanted!" Grace said in a goody-goody voice, while she threw me a glare.
Mom unwrapped the blue tissue paper to find a small angel necklace.
"Oh, thank you, Grace," she blushed while kissing her daughter on the cheek. "Phoebe..."
"Erm... Yer?"
"Don't I get something from you?" She asked looking disappointed.
"No," Interrupted Grace.
"GRACE!" shouted mom
"It's true mom, she didn't buy anything!" Snitched Grace.
"Is that true, Phoebe?"
"Erm... Sorry but yer it is I guess..."
"All I asked for was one book!"
"I couldn't find it!"
"Sure"
*End of Flashback*
She's had been a bitch ever since. Maybe if I bought her that book now then she'll stop being so annoyed at me.
So before I could stop myself I'd walked up to the blonde haired boy.
"You got any books?" I asked
He cracked up laughing
"What's so funny?" I asked
"You're pretty new around here, right?" Asked the blonde haired boy.
"Yer, and your point is?"
"No, It's just that it's obvious that you're new around here."
"Why?"
It was only then that I realised that there was another boy in the front seat of the Mobile, reading a comic or something like that, completely oblivious to the fact that his friend was talking to me.
"We don't sell books!" Said the blonde haired boy, breaking my mini-day dream.
"Then why are you driving around in a bookmobile?" I asked.
"You ask a lot of questions don't ya?" He said impatiently.
"Can't find stuff out otherwise," I joked.
"Take a look," He orderd motioning towards the back of the mobile. "I'm Mike by the way, what's your name?"
"Phoebe," I replied.
I took a look at the back of the mobile where Mike told me to look and I saw something I couldn't have guessed was there in a million years. There was a drum kit right in the middle, two guitars, a bass and a boy unhooking the guitars. He waved and I waved back.
"Oh, " Was all I could say. "So what exactly do you use this for?"
"Tour bus "Replied the guy in the back. "We gotta set all of this up because we've got a gig tonight."
"Cool," I said.
"Will you help us? Because Billie's being to lazy to help us," Asked the back guy, motioning the guy that was reading the comic.
"Erm..." I hesitated
"Please," He asked giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Yer, ok, "I answered.
"Yay, I'm Cool, Trè Cool!" Said Trè.
"That's a bit egocentric isn't it?"
"Yup, that's why he's called it, "Interrupted Mike.
"The guy in the front is called Billie Joe but you can call him Billie, "Said Trè.
"Did someone say my name?" Came a voice from the front.
"Billie this is..." Started Trè.
"Phoebe," Finished Phoebe.
"She's helping us unload, "Said Mike.
Billie stared for a bit and then went to unload his guitar.
It took over an hour to unload everything and in that time I had met some really great guys who I will be going to school with on Monday. And I'd managed to find out a little bit about each of them. Mike LOVED coffee but I think that was obvious with the amount of Starbucks cups on he dashboard. Trè was kinda crazy because he was so hyper, it was really funny. Billie was obviously the rebellious one as he went out to smoke about three joints while he was unloading.
"You guys want to go and get some coffee?" Asked Mike once we'd finished setting up.
I nodded and so did Billie and Trè. So we went to get coffee.
[i]Little did I know that this was the start of a lifelong friendship... (to be continued)<i/>
My name is Phoebe and I'm 16 years old. I have long black hair with green and blue streaks here and there. I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty, I'm not fat but I'm not thin and so on. I live with my twin sister Grace (You wouldn't think we were twins if you saw us together because she is a HUGE lover of the color pink), my mom and my dog, Mystie. I love punk rock music and my sister loves rap so we don't get on very well. I'm a punk as you probably may have guessed. And there isn't really much else to say so I'll get on with the story.
I was just sitting on the doorstep of our new house, playing on my cell phone while half hearted listening to what Grace was saying. Suddenly I was nudged and I lost.
"Remind me again," started Grace, obviously having yet another blonde moment, "Why are we out here in the freezing cold while mom is in a nice, warm house?"
"Once again, she's painting the living room and told us to go to the shops or something, but we don't know where anything is so we're forced to sit out here!" I replied impatiently.
I waited for a bit to see whether she was going to say anything or not. She didn't and we sat in silence for about 5 minutes.
"I'm sick of this. I'm cold, I'm hungry. Do you want to come and help me find the coffee shop?" I suddenly asked making Grace jump.
" Nah, I'll probably pass on this one," she replied.
"So are you just gonna sit here watching the world go by?" I asked sarcastically.
"Erm... No."
"Then what are you gonna do?"
"Go to the mall!"
"You don't know where it is!"
"I'll look."
"You'll get lost."
"No I won't, the shopping mall has loads of signs pointing to it so I'll find it, but you're the one whose gonna get lost looking for that stupid coffee shop!" She spat.
I was insulted, it was always me who was bitchy to her. Now it's kind of like role reversal. [i]Oh my god, if we're doing role reversal, will I start wearing pink and turn into a complete teenie?! <i/>I thought to myself before reacting in a pretty simple way.
"FINE!" I shouted and stormed off to find the coffee shop. After I'd walked around the first corner, I looked back to see if she was still at our house, but she was walking in the opposite direction. Now I was really angry so I started calling my sister as many bad things as I could think of. [i]She's such a slutfaced bitch<i/>I thought as I turned yet another corner.
After about an hour I had cooled off and realised that Grace was right. She did say that it was a small place and that it was hard to find but back in San Francisco I had a good sense of direction, but that was probably because I'd lived there for my whole life and grown up there. But my Dad always said that I had a good sense of direction, God how I missed him. He died when I was 11. [i]You still sure I have a good sense of direction, Dad? <i/> I thought to myself as I passed a sign that read 'Gilman Street'. I then saw another sign that looked a little bit like a play-list. I read it to myself:
[i]Tonight from 9pm
Courtesy of Lookout! Records
Twisted Dog Sisters
Sweet Children<i/>
I turned the corner and then realised how quiet the street was. It was pretty creepy really. I started to walk home when I heard something pull up around the corner where I'd just been. I looked around the corner and I saw a small Bookmobile pulling over and I saw a really tall guy with blonde hair and black roots step out. I remember a few weeks ago that it was my mom's birthday and she asked for a book that I completely forgot about.
*Flashback*
"Happy Birthday Mom," Me and Grace sang as we walked into mom's room.
"Aww, That's sweet, you girls made me breakfast in bed!" she stated, clearly delighted.
"Here's your present, I got you exactly what you wanted!" Grace said in a goody-goody voice, while she threw me a glare.
Mom unwrapped the blue tissue paper to find a small angel necklace.
"Oh, thank you, Grace," she blushed while kissing her daughter on the cheek. "Phoebe..."
"Erm... Yer?"
"Don't I get something from you?" She asked looking disappointed.
"No," Interrupted Grace.
"GRACE!" shouted mom
"It's true mom, she didn't buy anything!" Snitched Grace.
"Is that true, Phoebe?"
"Erm... Sorry but yer it is I guess..."
"All I asked for was one book!"
"I couldn't find it!"
"Sure"
*End of Flashback*
She's had been a bitch ever since. Maybe if I bought her that book now then she'll stop being so annoyed at me.
So before I could stop myself I'd walked up to the blonde haired boy.
"You got any books?" I asked
He cracked up laughing
"What's so funny?" I asked
"You're pretty new around here, right?" Asked the blonde haired boy.
"Yer, and your point is?"
"No, It's just that it's obvious that you're new around here."
"Why?"
It was only then that I realised that there was another boy in the front seat of the Mobile, reading a comic or something like that, completely oblivious to the fact that his friend was talking to me.
"We don't sell books!" Said the blonde haired boy, breaking my mini-day dream.
"Then why are you driving around in a bookmobile?" I asked.
"You ask a lot of questions don't ya?" He said impatiently.
"Can't find stuff out otherwise," I joked.
"Take a look," He orderd motioning towards the back of the mobile. "I'm Mike by the way, what's your name?"
"Phoebe," I replied.
I took a look at the back of the mobile where Mike told me to look and I saw something I couldn't have guessed was there in a million years. There was a drum kit right in the middle, two guitars, a bass and a boy unhooking the guitars. He waved and I waved back.
"Oh, " Was all I could say. "So what exactly do you use this for?"
"Tour bus "Replied the guy in the back. "We gotta set all of this up because we've got a gig tonight."
"Cool," I said.
"Will you help us? Because Billie's being to lazy to help us," Asked the back guy, motioning the guy that was reading the comic.
"Erm..." I hesitated
"Please," He asked giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Yer, ok, "I answered.
"Yay, I'm Cool, Trè Cool!" Said Trè.
"That's a bit egocentric isn't it?"
"Yup, that's why he's called it, "Interrupted Mike.
"The guy in the front is called Billie Joe but you can call him Billie, "Said Trè.
"Did someone say my name?" Came a voice from the front.
"Billie this is..." Started Trè.
"Phoebe," Finished Phoebe.
"She's helping us unload, "Said Mike.
Billie stared for a bit and then went to unload his guitar.
It took over an hour to unload everything and in that time I had met some really great guys who I will be going to school with on Monday. And I'd managed to find out a little bit about each of them. Mike LOVED coffee but I think that was obvious with the amount of Starbucks cups on he dashboard. Trè was kinda crazy because he was so hyper, it was really funny. Billie was obviously the rebellious one as he went out to smoke about three joints while he was unloading.
"You guys want to go and get some coffee?" Asked Mike once we'd finished setting up.
I nodded and so did Billie and Trè. So we went to get coffee.
[i]Little did I know that this was the start of a lifelong friendship... (to be continued)<i/>
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