Billie Joe On The End, chapter 2
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"Hey, Billie Joe wake up!" Alan shouted as he shook his younger brother.
"Right, ok, jeez man, I'm awake."
"Good" And with that Alan's fist landed squarely on Billie's nose.
"Argh, what was that for you asshole?"
Alan shrugged his shoulders and dashed into the kitchen, breakfast was being served.
(Billie Joe's P.O.V)
I rubbed my nose as it still stung from Alan's punch. The rest of my family were sitting round the table, stuffing their faces. My mom always insisted that we all ate together at the table, god knows why, all we did was argue over who got the larger piece and fight to get the food first. I took my place in the remaining empty space and joined in the scrap for the bacon and sausages that there were placed in the middle of the table. Most of it was already gone. My mom sat down and sighed, taking in the sight of her sons and husband, eating as though animals in a zoo but it was the only you got a decent portion in this house.
After breakfast we the four of us sat in front of the television. We should really of been getting ready for school but weekday morning cartoons were far more appealing.
"I'm off to work, kids move it now, If I get another phone call from the school about your time keeping you're all grounded for a month, no tv, nothing." My mom shouted. I knew her threats weren't empty, she did it before, hidden the plug to prevent us from sneaking any viewing time. The door closed behind her and Eric placed his feet up on the coffee table, making himself comfy on the sofa as he was at college and didn't need to go in till later.
At five to nine we were eventually ready to leave. I grabbed my lunch that my mom left sitting on the counter and casualty strolled my way to Pinole Valley Middle School, not a place I was eager to get to.
I got to school, late as usual and made my way to my locker. Jack Phillips, a jock but more important prick and the guy that hated my guts that just so unfortunately happened to have the locker next me was also just getting to his. Just as expected Jack banged into me as he passed but I let it slide, I could handle him. I got my things and solemnly made way to double Algebra, woopee.
"Late again Mr Armstrong" My teacher, Mr Kyser said sternly as I disturbed his class for the about the millionth time. I ignored him and took my seat at the back of the classroom, preparing to face 2 very long hours not paying attention to the lesson and instead occupying myself with writing songs and staring out the window daydreaming.
Finally the bell rang for break and I made my way to my usual hang out spot. My friends Mike and Al were already sitting there, laughing away. I slung my bag on the ground and sat down next to them.
"Hey BJ"
"Hey"
"Antonia was looking for you earlier" Mike informed me, a smirk spreading across his face. He knew I liked her, well I had told him but I tried to act casual about it as though it was no big deal.
"Oh, what did she want?"
"Dunno, didn't say."
I shrugged and tried to suppress a smile. This was something that I wouldn't even tell my brothers about. I'd never hear the end of it; it would be constant teasing and comments, maybe even in front of Antonia.
The rest of the day passed by without any significance. I hadn't seen Antonia but I'm sure whatever it was she wanted couldn't have been that important. On the walk home I was planning something I could do with my brothers in those few precious hours between the end of school and mom getting home from work. On the sidewalk there was a whole load of planks of wood and broken furniture but to me it was inspiration. I had an idea!
"Right, ok, jeez man, I'm awake."
"Good" And with that Alan's fist landed squarely on Billie's nose.
"Argh, what was that for you asshole?"
Alan shrugged his shoulders and dashed into the kitchen, breakfast was being served.
(Billie Joe's P.O.V)
I rubbed my nose as it still stung from Alan's punch. The rest of my family were sitting round the table, stuffing their faces. My mom always insisted that we all ate together at the table, god knows why, all we did was argue over who got the larger piece and fight to get the food first. I took my place in the remaining empty space and joined in the scrap for the bacon and sausages that there were placed in the middle of the table. Most of it was already gone. My mom sat down and sighed, taking in the sight of her sons and husband, eating as though animals in a zoo but it was the only you got a decent portion in this house.
After breakfast we the four of us sat in front of the television. We should really of been getting ready for school but weekday morning cartoons were far more appealing.
"I'm off to work, kids move it now, If I get another phone call from the school about your time keeping you're all grounded for a month, no tv, nothing." My mom shouted. I knew her threats weren't empty, she did it before, hidden the plug to prevent us from sneaking any viewing time. The door closed behind her and Eric placed his feet up on the coffee table, making himself comfy on the sofa as he was at college and didn't need to go in till later.
At five to nine we were eventually ready to leave. I grabbed my lunch that my mom left sitting on the counter and casualty strolled my way to Pinole Valley Middle School, not a place I was eager to get to.
I got to school, late as usual and made my way to my locker. Jack Phillips, a jock but more important prick and the guy that hated my guts that just so unfortunately happened to have the locker next me was also just getting to his. Just as expected Jack banged into me as he passed but I let it slide, I could handle him. I got my things and solemnly made way to double Algebra, woopee.
"Late again Mr Armstrong" My teacher, Mr Kyser said sternly as I disturbed his class for the about the millionth time. I ignored him and took my seat at the back of the classroom, preparing to face 2 very long hours not paying attention to the lesson and instead occupying myself with writing songs and staring out the window daydreaming.
Finally the bell rang for break and I made my way to my usual hang out spot. My friends Mike and Al were already sitting there, laughing away. I slung my bag on the ground and sat down next to them.
"Hey BJ"
"Hey"
"Antonia was looking for you earlier" Mike informed me, a smirk spreading across his face. He knew I liked her, well I had told him but I tried to act casual about it as though it was no big deal.
"Oh, what did she want?"
"Dunno, didn't say."
I shrugged and tried to suppress a smile. This was something that I wouldn't even tell my brothers about. I'd never hear the end of it; it would be constant teasing and comments, maybe even in front of Antonia.
The rest of the day passed by without any significance. I hadn't seen Antonia but I'm sure whatever it was she wanted couldn't have been that important. On the walk home I was planning something I could do with my brothers in those few precious hours between the end of school and mom getting home from work. On the sidewalk there was a whole load of planks of wood and broken furniture but to me it was inspiration. I had an idea!
