Mom, Why Didn't You Tell Me?, chapter 4
On the fifth day at the adoption center I got a visitor, it was Stacy.
"Hey, I got good news," She said with a smile. "You're going to go live with your dad."
On the outside I didn't look happy but on the inside I was a little happy because he might actually like me but I must not get my hopes up.
"Cool when do I leave?" I said in a polite voice.
"As soon as he gets here which will be tomorrow," She said and I knew she was happy for me, "only one more day."
With that she left. I couldn't believe that I'm going to live with my dad. My REAL dad. That day went by slowly I passed the time with packing, which only took a little while since I had almost nothing to pack. I played my guitar the whole time and only got an hour and a half of sleep. I feel asleep holding 'Violet', my violet fender strat. I love it I got it right before my mom died for my birthday.
The morning came slowly and it was about time to leave. I see a man enter with black messy hair stuck in his hat and am wearing sunglasses and that's when I know that it's him. I think he heard me mutter "fuck" under my breath because he looks at me. Then he ... smiles? No, no one ever smiles at me especially the way he did. It was a smile of surprise. I started getting nervous and I headed back to my room. I guess its time to leave. I put my guitar in its case. And I was ready.
I sat on my now empty room staring at the ceiling when I heard a knock on the door. Then it opened and I heard an unfamiliar voice that I've only heard on my cd's "may I come in?"
"Knock yourself out," I replied. I sat up and he took off his sunglasses "It's not everyday you find out that you're father is Billie Joe Armstrong."
"So are you ready?" He asks. Wow what a way to start off your first question with your one and only daughter. I went up to him which is where my bags were. I went to pick up the bags but instead I got a hug. I GOT A FUCKING HUG FROM MY DAD WHOSE FIRST THHING HE SAYS TO ME IS SO ARE YOU READY! HOLY CRAP!
I didn't hug back it just felt weird. It's a feeling that I can't describe. Finally he let go and he offered to carry my bag. I let him but I made sure that he didn't touch my guitar or my notebook. We got to an SUV and he told me to put my guitar in the back I did so. I got in the car and he drove. All the way there he talked to me but I just went on listening to my iPod. I took out my notebook and started writing.
I get to my feet and stand
I reach out my arm to your hand
But your not there
you always are here to care
I run all over and look for you then I go in your room
I wait for you like a flower waiting to bloom
But I know your gone forever
I wish you could come back, but you won't, never
When you were here the sun seemed like gold
But now that your gone it seems so cold
Everything I do I'm reminded of you
Everyone feels sorry for me but they have no clue
Why did you leave me
why did you go?
It hurts me so bad
you don't even know
I look to the night sky
And make one last wish
I wish you were beside me
I know it won't happen but remember you, I'll miss
I saw Billie look at my notebook and it looked like he could cry. I don't blame him because I also felt a tear run down my face and get soaked up in my baggy sweatshirt.
"Hey, I got good news," She said with a smile. "You're going to go live with your dad."
On the outside I didn't look happy but on the inside I was a little happy because he might actually like me but I must not get my hopes up.
"Cool when do I leave?" I said in a polite voice.
"As soon as he gets here which will be tomorrow," She said and I knew she was happy for me, "only one more day."
With that she left. I couldn't believe that I'm going to live with my dad. My REAL dad. That day went by slowly I passed the time with packing, which only took a little while since I had almost nothing to pack. I played my guitar the whole time and only got an hour and a half of sleep. I feel asleep holding 'Violet', my violet fender strat. I love it I got it right before my mom died for my birthday.
The morning came slowly and it was about time to leave. I see a man enter with black messy hair stuck in his hat and am wearing sunglasses and that's when I know that it's him. I think he heard me mutter "fuck" under my breath because he looks at me. Then he ... smiles? No, no one ever smiles at me especially the way he did. It was a smile of surprise. I started getting nervous and I headed back to my room. I guess its time to leave. I put my guitar in its case. And I was ready.
I sat on my now empty room staring at the ceiling when I heard a knock on the door. Then it opened and I heard an unfamiliar voice that I've only heard on my cd's "may I come in?"
"Knock yourself out," I replied. I sat up and he took off his sunglasses "It's not everyday you find out that you're father is Billie Joe Armstrong."
"So are you ready?" He asks. Wow what a way to start off your first question with your one and only daughter. I went up to him which is where my bags were. I went to pick up the bags but instead I got a hug. I GOT A FUCKING HUG FROM MY DAD WHOSE FIRST THHING HE SAYS TO ME IS SO ARE YOU READY! HOLY CRAP!
I didn't hug back it just felt weird. It's a feeling that I can't describe. Finally he let go and he offered to carry my bag. I let him but I made sure that he didn't touch my guitar or my notebook. We got to an SUV and he told me to put my guitar in the back I did so. I got in the car and he drove. All the way there he talked to me but I just went on listening to my iPod. I took out my notebook and started writing.
I get to my feet and stand
I reach out my arm to your hand
But your not there
you always are here to care
I run all over and look for you then I go in your room
I wait for you like a flower waiting to bloom
But I know your gone forever
I wish you could come back, but you won't, never
When you were here the sun seemed like gold
But now that your gone it seems so cold
Everything I do I'm reminded of you
Everyone feels sorry for me but they have no clue
Why did you leave me
why did you go?
It hurts me so bad
you don't even know
I look to the night sky
And make one last wish
I wish you were beside me
I know it won't happen but remember you, I'll miss
I saw Billie look at my notebook and it looked like he could cry. I don't blame him because I also felt a tear run down my face and get soaked up in my baggy sweatshirt.
