So Go Ahead and Kill Yourself! It All Amuses Me, chapter 1
Hi! You probably don't know me. Well a lot of people know about me, but they don't know me in person. My name's Natasha Armstrong. That's right Billie Joe Armstrong's one and only daughter.
I'm thinking that I should tell you about myself, I mean what's the point of listening to me talk about my life if you don't know about my life. I was gifted onto my parents on the 16th of January 1990.
When I say my parents I'm talking about my father Billie Joe Armstrong and my mother Isabelle Parsons.
They were only 18 when they had me, I feel so bad for them having to deal with me, the self proclaimed cheeky child. Everyone, who actually knows me, thinks of me as a female version of my father.
I don't live with my dad, just so you know. My parents split from each other when I was 4. Dad had met Adrienne and fell in love with her, far deeper than his love for my mother ran. There's no grudge between my parents. None at all. They never really loved each other in that way.
They were more the types suited to be best friends. I was the result of one drunken night, but they both say they wouldn't change what happened to them for anything.
I stand at about 5 ft 5 inchs. I have my father's head of dark hair; it rests about 3 inches below my shoulder. I have his green eyes, his nose, his mouth, his cheeks, his ears, his bone structure, and his slim and fragile figure.
As I've said before people say I'm just like him, my attitude just screams Billie Joe Armstrong. I'd say that I defiantly get my rebellious streak from him. I suffer from panic attacks and mild depression so I have to take Prozac. It doesn't stop me from being me at all.
I have my dad's musical talent. I play the piano, the flute, the violin, the bass guitar, drums and most importantly the lead guitar. There is a bad thing about being Billie Joe's daughter. That's just it! He's Billie Joe Armstrong-rock star extraordinaire.
The only thing I get from my mum is her amazing skills and flare for the drums; these skills were of course furthered by the extraordinary Tre Cool.
Now let's continue there, Tre Cool and Mike Dirnt. They're like my uncles even though we're not related by blood. They're the best people you could possibly meet.
When I was little they used to fight over who got to baby-sit me, they're so sweet and I love them to death. They're the only people I really look up to, except for my dad of course. When I actually get to see them I spend all my time with them. They both know exactly how to behave around me. We're like the 3 amigos.
Tre is so funny and stupid; he always knows what to do to make me smile. Mike's so kind, caring and understanding; he always knows what I'm feeling and what to say.
I very rarely get to see them, but we speak all the time on the phone. You see I live in England, mum moved out here because she needed a change of scenery. That was 10 years ago.
She got married to this guy named Harry 5 years ago. Everyone calls him Leo. I really like him. He's like my surrogate dad, he's always buying me things I want but don't really need. Mum says he spoils me.
I tell him almost all my secrets, we're really close. After all he is my 4-year-old half brothers father. My bro's name is Michael (Mike for short) I was allowed to name him after my Uncle Mike. Tre was a bit offended but he got over it.
I don't think my dad knows how much time I spend with Leo, he wouldn't be very happy if he knew. I love my dad with every piece of my heart but sometimes I feel a bit like I'm second priority with him.
I understand why, sometimes. He has a family as well; he has Adie and my half brothers Jakob (Jake) and Joesph (Joey). I love my brothers and I really like Adie she always treats me like a daughter. But I hardly ever see my Dad anymore. It's not fair.
Sometimes I'm really jealous of Jake and Joey. I know I shouldn't be but I am. When he's not on tour or working with the band, he spends a lot of his time with them. I hear things from Mike and Tre like Jake and Joey were complaining about how Dad was always away and not with them.
At least they get to see him when he's off tour. I think to myself how can they whine and moan about they're slight lack of a father when I get to see him once every 4 months if I'm lucky.
Sometimes I wish that my dad would quit and come and stay with me. I told mum this and she said I was 16 years old, being selfish and needed to grow up. What's selfish about wanting to see your absentee father once and a while? I ask myself. What's selfish about wanting to be made to feel special by your father for once in your life? Nothing!
I even formed a band with some friends at my school, hoping that dad would take some notice, he didn't. Mike and Tre did though. They think that we sound real good together. The bands called E.O.T.A. It stands for End of the Apocalypse
I started it with my friends Tom on the drums, Andy on the Bass and backup vocals, Tanisha on 2nd guitar and backup vocals. And finally me on the Lead Guitar and lead vocals. We play all types of rock music but mostly punk.
It's my final year of compulsory education in England. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what I want to do after school. I try not to think about that now.
In my school I'm known as a Goth, even though I'm not one. The people in my school have no idea about the differences between the different minorities involved in rock music. To them everyone who is different from the majority is a Goth. they're pathetic.
Well I've been nicknamed by the preps, The American Goth cause I worked hard to keep my Californian twang, whilst living here. I sound different, so what? No one in the entire school knows about Billie Joe Armstrong being my father, not even my friends.
But can you imagine if everyone knew? I'd be approached by all manors of teenies, preps and posers asking to meet Billie Joe. I feel real bad about not telling my friends of my relations but I need to know they like me for me, not for my families' fame.
Ooooo I forgot to tell you of all my piercings and my tattoo, they're so cool. Leo convinced my Mom to let me get them done. I have each ear pierced 4 times; my nose is pierced, as is my lip, tongue and belly button. I have a drum set tattooed on my shoulder joint complete with playing sticks. But enough about my body.
I'm actually very smart, not that I'm trying to seem big headed, but I have a natural affinity for all types of academic work. The school even offered me to do my exams 2 years early. There's only one thing I have to say to that, NO FUCKING WAY. But a plus point is that the teachers at this school are mostly harmless.
My exams are really close; my family is so great. Tre and Mike both send me txts everyday wishing me luck and a count down. By dad hasn't done anything. I know he loves me. I know that he'd die for me if he had to. But. Sometimes I think he forgets about his daughter on the other side of the water. Look I rhymed.
I'm just really depressed at the moment. Oh by the way mum said that if I do well in my exams (which I will) we can go and spend my 2 and a half month summer holiday in California with my Dad. That thought just expelled my depressed mood. Isn't it great.
Let's jump right back into my life shall we? I probably won't talk to you directly from now on, but you get to follow me in my life. I think that's a fair trade.
My POV
I can hear my alarm clock going off in the distance. Lifting my head from its comfortable position, I realize that I've fallen asleep in my chair again.
The desk is littered with half written on sheets of music, song lyrics and sweet wrappers. My guitar is resting in-between my thighs. I must have dosed off again whilst trying to write a new song, for the band.
Glancing at my clock, I notice it's 7am. Time to get up. I gently pick up my guitar and take it back to the music room. I love my music room, cause that's what it is My Music Room It's full of all different types of instruments from the harmonica to the bass drum.
Mum designed it. She's a really successful and talented designer. Leo is a big shot lawyer, so my family is very well off. Dad pays maintenance allowance to mum but she just puts it in a bank account for me to have later.
Cause dads a big time famous musician it's a lot of money, but I don't really care about the money. I'd much rather have my dad with me than the money. Shaking my head free of these thoughts, I place my guitar in its case ready to take into school for band practise.
It's Thursday so we have band practise at school rather than at one of our houses. I love my friends, I really do. We make a great band; we get regular gigs at local bars and clubs, nothing too serious. I don't want to put all my hopes on us making it cause we probably won't.
When I get back to my room I take a quick shower and wash my hair not wanting to make my friends wait for me. Wrapping the towel around my body, I look into the mirror on my wall, playing with my hair for a little while. A lot of girls are unhappy with the way they look, but I'm not. I'm happy just the way I am.
I quickly throw on my school uniform - black trousers and a white polo shirt. I hate wearing this stupid thing. I slip on my various sweatbands and jewellery. I ring my sparkling green eyes with black kohl eyeliner. I really do look like my father.
I race down the stairs while trying to put on my all black converse low tops at the same time. I step into the modern kitchen.
My mom is sitting in a chair reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. Mike was eating some cereal "Hi sweetie. Would you like some breakfast?" before I could answer she cut in with an "Of course you do. I'll make you some pancakes. You just sit down" That's my mum, always thinking of others.
As she set about making pancakes for me. Leo walked in still in his jimmies with a quilt around his shoulders. He plonked down into one of the chairs and sniffed "I think I'm sick" he wasn't kidding, he looked like he'd just been dragged through hell.
I got out of my seat to get myself a drink "Would you like a cup of coffee Leo? I'm making some for myself." I asked. He nodded and I set about making some coffee.
You see I'm addicted to coffee. I blame it all on Uncle Mike, it's his fault. When he used to baby-sit me he would always give me coffee to make me all hyper so I fell asleep quickly. I love him even though he made me like him.
Do you know what? I believe that's his ultimate ambition in life. To make an army of coffee addicts that he can lead and take over the world. I told him that once, he thought it was hilarious.
I passed Leo his coffee and sat back down cuddling my cup. Mum put a plate of pancakes in front of me. I love my mums cooking, it is delicious. In a hurry I scoff my breakfast. "I gotta go, I'll be late" I peck my mum of the cheek, blow Leo a kiss and pick up my little brother and swing him round playfully. I kneel down to his level and wave at him. He smiles at me toothfully "Bwye Bwye Tasha! I love you" Ruffling his hair I get up "I love you too Mike"
I head towards the door, pocketing my mobile/Cell phone and mp3. "I have band practise later! Won't be back till 5, okay? Bye" I shout as I grab my bag and Guitar case and head out the door.
I stop and wait counting 5 seconds. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1 "Tasha wait!" Mum rushes out worriedly "Have you got your keys?" I dangle them from my index finger "Your purse?" I held it up "Your phone?" I held it up to show her.
I grin cheekily "Done with your interrogation?" she sighs and shoos me away with a playful smile "Get out of here you silly little girl"
I trudge down the street to meet the guys, my shoes squeaking all the way. I'm almost at our meeting point when my phone rings out 'Hungry Hungry Models - The Network' wink wink.
Without even looking at the screen I answer it "Hey Tre! How are you today?" I hear him chuckle on the other end "I'm Tre good. Hows my bugaboo?" He always calls me his bugaboo! Bugaboo was the first word I said to Tre so it just stuck.
"I'm on my way to school at the moment. What are you ringing me at midnight for? You usually just txt me" Again I hear him laugh
"We've been hanging out so I'm gonna be lively for at least another hour. So I thought I'd see how you were doing"
"Was my Dad there?" I asked. I heard him sigh this time "Yeah, he was here. As was everyone else. Listen Tasha I know you miss hanging out with us. We miss you too but don't get hung up on the bads. Think of the goods. You'll be coming to see us soon, won't you?"
It was my turn to sigh " I know, I do try. But I hardly ever get to speak to dad let alone see him" I could feel myself start to break down. My voice was getting shaky.
"I just wish he would... ..Oh I don't know. I mean I speak to you and Uncle Mike more than I do my own father! How pathetic is that" I struggle to laugh, cause by now I'm full out crying.
"I just want my daddy!" Some old lady passed me giving me a disgusted 'what are children coming to today look'
"Oh please don't cry! I'm no good with crying girls. Okay you can't see me but I'm dancing up and down the room with no shirt on." I giggle as I wipe my eyes, my worries forgotten.
"I love you Uncle Tre! But I have to go. I'll call you at 9:00am your time okay?"
"Bye bye Bugaboo! Kick ass at band practice okay." He shouted down the phone and hung up. I smiled at his thoughtfulness, wait a minute! How did he know I had band practice?
I put my phone back in my pocket and straight away I noticed my friends flocking towards me. Before I could even say anything Andy tackled me to the floor and shouted in my ear "Your Late!"
I pushed him up off of me; he went flying into Tom, who knocked Tanisha over. The next thing I know we're all on the floor laughing our asses off. I jumped up and started to run.
"Race you to the end of the street!" Of course I won, so I done my happy dance. We began to make our way to the school each lugged down with our instruments except Tom, who only carried his sticks. I pulled Tanisha away from the two guys so we could have our girl talk.
"Did you catch that Green Day show on Kerrang yesterday?" She asked me, I subtly rolled my eyes. She was so obsessed with Green Day, but good obsessed not teenie obsessed.
"No I didn't." It made me quite nervous sometimes talking about my family as if I was a fan. "It was so cool; they showed this video of them performing American Idiot. They are just ultimately the best performers the world has ever seen and will ever see."
I nodded and decided to change the subject "Tom keeps looking at you, you know" she smiled and then stopped "Stop It Tasha! We're band mates and besides he doesn't like me" I nodded thoughtfully and started to walk off "You'll see my friend. You'll see"
We walked into the school and dropped our instruments off in the music department. We all linked arms and made our way to our first lesson. The school torture had started.
But as I continued my day, Tre Cool sat on his couch in his house head in his hands thinking about what he could do to help me.
I'm thinking that I should tell you about myself, I mean what's the point of listening to me talk about my life if you don't know about my life. I was gifted onto my parents on the 16th of January 1990.
When I say my parents I'm talking about my father Billie Joe Armstrong and my mother Isabelle Parsons.
They were only 18 when they had me, I feel so bad for them having to deal with me, the self proclaimed cheeky child. Everyone, who actually knows me, thinks of me as a female version of my father.
I don't live with my dad, just so you know. My parents split from each other when I was 4. Dad had met Adrienne and fell in love with her, far deeper than his love for my mother ran. There's no grudge between my parents. None at all. They never really loved each other in that way.
They were more the types suited to be best friends. I was the result of one drunken night, but they both say they wouldn't change what happened to them for anything.
I stand at about 5 ft 5 inchs. I have my father's head of dark hair; it rests about 3 inches below my shoulder. I have his green eyes, his nose, his mouth, his cheeks, his ears, his bone structure, and his slim and fragile figure.
As I've said before people say I'm just like him, my attitude just screams Billie Joe Armstrong. I'd say that I defiantly get my rebellious streak from him. I suffer from panic attacks and mild depression so I have to take Prozac. It doesn't stop me from being me at all.
I have my dad's musical talent. I play the piano, the flute, the violin, the bass guitar, drums and most importantly the lead guitar. There is a bad thing about being Billie Joe's daughter. That's just it! He's Billie Joe Armstrong-rock star extraordinaire.
The only thing I get from my mum is her amazing skills and flare for the drums; these skills were of course furthered by the extraordinary Tre Cool.
Now let's continue there, Tre Cool and Mike Dirnt. They're like my uncles even though we're not related by blood. They're the best people you could possibly meet.
When I was little they used to fight over who got to baby-sit me, they're so sweet and I love them to death. They're the only people I really look up to, except for my dad of course. When I actually get to see them I spend all my time with them. They both know exactly how to behave around me. We're like the 3 amigos.
Tre is so funny and stupid; he always knows what to do to make me smile. Mike's so kind, caring and understanding; he always knows what I'm feeling and what to say.
I very rarely get to see them, but we speak all the time on the phone. You see I live in England, mum moved out here because she needed a change of scenery. That was 10 years ago.
She got married to this guy named Harry 5 years ago. Everyone calls him Leo. I really like him. He's like my surrogate dad, he's always buying me things I want but don't really need. Mum says he spoils me.
I tell him almost all my secrets, we're really close. After all he is my 4-year-old half brothers father. My bro's name is Michael (Mike for short) I was allowed to name him after my Uncle Mike. Tre was a bit offended but he got over it.
I don't think my dad knows how much time I spend with Leo, he wouldn't be very happy if he knew. I love my dad with every piece of my heart but sometimes I feel a bit like I'm second priority with him.
I understand why, sometimes. He has a family as well; he has Adie and my half brothers Jakob (Jake) and Joesph (Joey). I love my brothers and I really like Adie she always treats me like a daughter. But I hardly ever see my Dad anymore. It's not fair.
Sometimes I'm really jealous of Jake and Joey. I know I shouldn't be but I am. When he's not on tour or working with the band, he spends a lot of his time with them. I hear things from Mike and Tre like Jake and Joey were complaining about how Dad was always away and not with them.
At least they get to see him when he's off tour. I think to myself how can they whine and moan about they're slight lack of a father when I get to see him once every 4 months if I'm lucky.
Sometimes I wish that my dad would quit and come and stay with me. I told mum this and she said I was 16 years old, being selfish and needed to grow up. What's selfish about wanting to see your absentee father once and a while? I ask myself. What's selfish about wanting to be made to feel special by your father for once in your life? Nothing!
I even formed a band with some friends at my school, hoping that dad would take some notice, he didn't. Mike and Tre did though. They think that we sound real good together. The bands called E.O.T.A. It stands for End of the Apocalypse
I started it with my friends Tom on the drums, Andy on the Bass and backup vocals, Tanisha on 2nd guitar and backup vocals. And finally me on the Lead Guitar and lead vocals. We play all types of rock music but mostly punk.
It's my final year of compulsory education in England. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what I want to do after school. I try not to think about that now.
In my school I'm known as a Goth, even though I'm not one. The people in my school have no idea about the differences between the different minorities involved in rock music. To them everyone who is different from the majority is a Goth. they're pathetic.
Well I've been nicknamed by the preps, The American Goth cause I worked hard to keep my Californian twang, whilst living here. I sound different, so what? No one in the entire school knows about Billie Joe Armstrong being my father, not even my friends.
But can you imagine if everyone knew? I'd be approached by all manors of teenies, preps and posers asking to meet Billie Joe. I feel real bad about not telling my friends of my relations but I need to know they like me for me, not for my families' fame.
Ooooo I forgot to tell you of all my piercings and my tattoo, they're so cool. Leo convinced my Mom to let me get them done. I have each ear pierced 4 times; my nose is pierced, as is my lip, tongue and belly button. I have a drum set tattooed on my shoulder joint complete with playing sticks. But enough about my body.
I'm actually very smart, not that I'm trying to seem big headed, but I have a natural affinity for all types of academic work. The school even offered me to do my exams 2 years early. There's only one thing I have to say to that, NO FUCKING WAY. But a plus point is that the teachers at this school are mostly harmless.
My exams are really close; my family is so great. Tre and Mike both send me txts everyday wishing me luck and a count down. By dad hasn't done anything. I know he loves me. I know that he'd die for me if he had to. But. Sometimes I think he forgets about his daughter on the other side of the water. Look I rhymed.
I'm just really depressed at the moment. Oh by the way mum said that if I do well in my exams (which I will) we can go and spend my 2 and a half month summer holiday in California with my Dad. That thought just expelled my depressed mood. Isn't it great.
Let's jump right back into my life shall we? I probably won't talk to you directly from now on, but you get to follow me in my life. I think that's a fair trade.
My POV
I can hear my alarm clock going off in the distance. Lifting my head from its comfortable position, I realize that I've fallen asleep in my chair again.
The desk is littered with half written on sheets of music, song lyrics and sweet wrappers. My guitar is resting in-between my thighs. I must have dosed off again whilst trying to write a new song, for the band.
Glancing at my clock, I notice it's 7am. Time to get up. I gently pick up my guitar and take it back to the music room. I love my music room, cause that's what it is My Music Room It's full of all different types of instruments from the harmonica to the bass drum.
Mum designed it. She's a really successful and talented designer. Leo is a big shot lawyer, so my family is very well off. Dad pays maintenance allowance to mum but she just puts it in a bank account for me to have later.
Cause dads a big time famous musician it's a lot of money, but I don't really care about the money. I'd much rather have my dad with me than the money. Shaking my head free of these thoughts, I place my guitar in its case ready to take into school for band practise.
It's Thursday so we have band practise at school rather than at one of our houses. I love my friends, I really do. We make a great band; we get regular gigs at local bars and clubs, nothing too serious. I don't want to put all my hopes on us making it cause we probably won't.
When I get back to my room I take a quick shower and wash my hair not wanting to make my friends wait for me. Wrapping the towel around my body, I look into the mirror on my wall, playing with my hair for a little while. A lot of girls are unhappy with the way they look, but I'm not. I'm happy just the way I am.
I quickly throw on my school uniform - black trousers and a white polo shirt. I hate wearing this stupid thing. I slip on my various sweatbands and jewellery. I ring my sparkling green eyes with black kohl eyeliner. I really do look like my father.
I race down the stairs while trying to put on my all black converse low tops at the same time. I step into the modern kitchen.
My mom is sitting in a chair reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. Mike was eating some cereal "Hi sweetie. Would you like some breakfast?" before I could answer she cut in with an "Of course you do. I'll make you some pancakes. You just sit down" That's my mum, always thinking of others.
As she set about making pancakes for me. Leo walked in still in his jimmies with a quilt around his shoulders. He plonked down into one of the chairs and sniffed "I think I'm sick" he wasn't kidding, he looked like he'd just been dragged through hell.
I got out of my seat to get myself a drink "Would you like a cup of coffee Leo? I'm making some for myself." I asked. He nodded and I set about making some coffee.
You see I'm addicted to coffee. I blame it all on Uncle Mike, it's his fault. When he used to baby-sit me he would always give me coffee to make me all hyper so I fell asleep quickly. I love him even though he made me like him.
Do you know what? I believe that's his ultimate ambition in life. To make an army of coffee addicts that he can lead and take over the world. I told him that once, he thought it was hilarious.
I passed Leo his coffee and sat back down cuddling my cup. Mum put a plate of pancakes in front of me. I love my mums cooking, it is delicious. In a hurry I scoff my breakfast. "I gotta go, I'll be late" I peck my mum of the cheek, blow Leo a kiss and pick up my little brother and swing him round playfully. I kneel down to his level and wave at him. He smiles at me toothfully "Bwye Bwye Tasha! I love you" Ruffling his hair I get up "I love you too Mike"
I head towards the door, pocketing my mobile/Cell phone and mp3. "I have band practise later! Won't be back till 5, okay? Bye" I shout as I grab my bag and Guitar case and head out the door.
I stop and wait counting 5 seconds. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1 "Tasha wait!" Mum rushes out worriedly "Have you got your keys?" I dangle them from my index finger "Your purse?" I held it up "Your phone?" I held it up to show her.
I grin cheekily "Done with your interrogation?" she sighs and shoos me away with a playful smile "Get out of here you silly little girl"
I trudge down the street to meet the guys, my shoes squeaking all the way. I'm almost at our meeting point when my phone rings out 'Hungry Hungry Models - The Network' wink wink.
Without even looking at the screen I answer it "Hey Tre! How are you today?" I hear him chuckle on the other end "I'm Tre good. Hows my bugaboo?" He always calls me his bugaboo! Bugaboo was the first word I said to Tre so it just stuck.
"I'm on my way to school at the moment. What are you ringing me at midnight for? You usually just txt me" Again I hear him laugh
"We've been hanging out so I'm gonna be lively for at least another hour. So I thought I'd see how you were doing"
"Was my Dad there?" I asked. I heard him sigh this time "Yeah, he was here. As was everyone else. Listen Tasha I know you miss hanging out with us. We miss you too but don't get hung up on the bads. Think of the goods. You'll be coming to see us soon, won't you?"
It was my turn to sigh " I know, I do try. But I hardly ever get to speak to dad let alone see him" I could feel myself start to break down. My voice was getting shaky.
"I just wish he would... ..Oh I don't know. I mean I speak to you and Uncle Mike more than I do my own father! How pathetic is that" I struggle to laugh, cause by now I'm full out crying.
"I just want my daddy!" Some old lady passed me giving me a disgusted 'what are children coming to today look'
"Oh please don't cry! I'm no good with crying girls. Okay you can't see me but I'm dancing up and down the room with no shirt on." I giggle as I wipe my eyes, my worries forgotten.
"I love you Uncle Tre! But I have to go. I'll call you at 9:00am your time okay?"
"Bye bye Bugaboo! Kick ass at band practice okay." He shouted down the phone and hung up. I smiled at his thoughtfulness, wait a minute! How did he know I had band practice?
I put my phone back in my pocket and straight away I noticed my friends flocking towards me. Before I could even say anything Andy tackled me to the floor and shouted in my ear "Your Late!"
I pushed him up off of me; he went flying into Tom, who knocked Tanisha over. The next thing I know we're all on the floor laughing our asses off. I jumped up and started to run.
"Race you to the end of the street!" Of course I won, so I done my happy dance. We began to make our way to the school each lugged down with our instruments except Tom, who only carried his sticks. I pulled Tanisha away from the two guys so we could have our girl talk.
"Did you catch that Green Day show on Kerrang yesterday?" She asked me, I subtly rolled my eyes. She was so obsessed with Green Day, but good obsessed not teenie obsessed.
"No I didn't." It made me quite nervous sometimes talking about my family as if I was a fan. "It was so cool; they showed this video of them performing American Idiot. They are just ultimately the best performers the world has ever seen and will ever see."
I nodded and decided to change the subject "Tom keeps looking at you, you know" she smiled and then stopped "Stop It Tasha! We're band mates and besides he doesn't like me" I nodded thoughtfully and started to walk off "You'll see my friend. You'll see"
We walked into the school and dropped our instruments off in the music department. We all linked arms and made our way to our first lesson. The school torture had started.
But as I continued my day, Tre Cool sat on his couch in his house head in his hands thinking about what he could do to help me.
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