The Cronicles Of Life And Death, chapter 1

My name is Alexandra Lisa Armstrong. The initials are ALA, which said in a certain tone, sounded like some type of drug. The kind you get from a crazy-assed one. My hair color black, my eyes the color of coffee with too much cream in it. My age is 15 and my height 5'4 3/4''. I just say that I am 5'5''…easier to say. I'm almost as tall as my dad; he's 5'6''. I live in an apartment with my father and his two best friends, which are also his band mates. My hobbies are laying around watchin tv, playing my guitar, and listenin to really loud music, mainly punk music and some metal. Sleeping was another one of my hobbies in which I was pursuing at the moment. I was passed out on the loveseat in the tv room. On top of me my guitar lay quiet. One arm lay across the strings leaving an impression of six lines on my forearm; the other hung toward the floor with my fingertips throbbing like hell. I guess I practiced way to hard sometimes. My legs hung off the other side of the loveseat. Opposite of my head  that comment brought to u by the stupid people of America (spoa), cause some people just don’t get it. In the seat about 3 or 4 feet away from me sat tre, the guy that played the drums in my dad's band. He was pretty cool about the things I did. He wouldn't tattle on me. So I could do just about anything I wanted to do as long as it didn’t get him in trouble. With all of his make-up on he reminded me of Marylin Mansion. Don’t ask I don’t know why it just does. It's kinda creepy but he wouldn’t scare a flea with the way he acts. Mike, the bass guy, was off in Europe somewhere for some weirdo conference with my dad. Oh, yea, my dad's name is Billie Joe. My name was kido… I don’t know why either…hmmmm…oh well. Anyway, back to where I was, my dad and mike wouldn’t be back for a couple of days because of the confrence thingy. The only reason tre wasn’t with them was because he didn't want to go. Oh, yea, another thing my dad is the guitar and the lead vocals. Forgot to give credit where it was due…opps. I guess tre got sick of me pursuing my hobby. He got up and walked over to the loveseat and he stuck his face about 2 inches away and taped my arm.