I'm Glad I Can Hang on to You for the Rest of My Life, chapter 1
It's the year of 1982. The year that you had the worn-out, ugly, couches, nothing costed much, everyone was free spirited, and you could have a boyfriend and dumped him whenever you pleased, cuz everyone was used to one-night stands and rejections. Well, anyways, I have a heck of a boyfriend (which I want to spend the rest of my life with) named, Bobby, and a heck of two best friends, named Tammy and Sarah. Just the three of them make a really nice family, and they're just like me! I'm not like other girls, you know, that are girly and wear flannel skirts and one-sided ponytails.
I wear black jeans, with a jacket wrapped around my waist, a band t-shirt, and a backwards baseball cap. My friends weren't a problem, because they have the same style as me, and Bobby doesn't seem to mind. I have blue eyes and black hair, and my name is Samantha, but everyone calls me 'Sam,' 'Sammy,' 'Salmon', whatever. I'm a big time smoker and drinker, just because my parents smoked and drinked in front of me when I was a kid, and I'm just immitating, but I do it better and like a pro. I'm also, in the 11th grade, close to 12th already, and I'm 17. Weird, huh? It was, cuz I flunked a grade back, because of too many absenses. It was, cuz of my parents and their stupid problems; they always seemed to drag me along.
I had to move like twice, already, moving uptown from Oakland, and we already settled where we are right now, so it's all good. I woke up early today, because I couldn't sleep all night. I had a strange nightmare about loosing my boyfriend and friends, cuz I had to move out of the U.S. It was pretty weird, but still made my stomach turn into knots, just thinking about it. I woke up just at cue, just when the alarm clock went off. I pressed the snooze button, and got up from bed, took a cold shower, brushed my teeth, dried off, and got dressed. As I was putting on my old Chucks, my mom knocked on the door, making me jump a little, and yelled, "It's open!"
She opened it slowly and sat on my bare matress (cuz I hate sheets...I know weird) and told me, "Sam, we are getting pretty broke right now, so you have to start getting a job, starting this afternoon, can you do that?" I sighed deeply, because I know this isn't the first time this 'incident' has happened, I hate being told what to do, and jobs stress me out.
She looked at me, sternly, and I rolled my eyes and said, "Okay,"
She smiled tiredly, and said, "Thanks, get that job and don't hang out much with those friends of yours, and that boyfriend neither."
I rolled my eyes at her again, geting more pissed off by the second. She finally stood up from her spot on my bed, and headed out the door. I can't believe this! I mean it seems like I can't do much of anything, just because my parents spend all their money on booze and smokes! It sucks! I started to mumble out cuss words at myself, managing to say every single one in the english language, got my keys from my dresser, headed downstairs, ignoring my parents, and headed to school.
I wear black jeans, with a jacket wrapped around my waist, a band t-shirt, and a backwards baseball cap. My friends weren't a problem, because they have the same style as me, and Bobby doesn't seem to mind. I have blue eyes and black hair, and my name is Samantha, but everyone calls me 'Sam,' 'Sammy,' 'Salmon', whatever. I'm a big time smoker and drinker, just because my parents smoked and drinked in front of me when I was a kid, and I'm just immitating, but I do it better and like a pro. I'm also, in the 11th grade, close to 12th already, and I'm 17. Weird, huh? It was, cuz I flunked a grade back, because of too many absenses. It was, cuz of my parents and their stupid problems; they always seemed to drag me along.
I had to move like twice, already, moving uptown from Oakland, and we already settled where we are right now, so it's all good. I woke up early today, because I couldn't sleep all night. I had a strange nightmare about loosing my boyfriend and friends, cuz I had to move out of the U.S. It was pretty weird, but still made my stomach turn into knots, just thinking about it. I woke up just at cue, just when the alarm clock went off. I pressed the snooze button, and got up from bed, took a cold shower, brushed my teeth, dried off, and got dressed. As I was putting on my old Chucks, my mom knocked on the door, making me jump a little, and yelled, "It's open!"
She opened it slowly and sat on my bare matress (cuz I hate sheets...I know weird) and told me, "Sam, we are getting pretty broke right now, so you have to start getting a job, starting this afternoon, can you do that?" I sighed deeply, because I know this isn't the first time this 'incident' has happened, I hate being told what to do, and jobs stress me out.
She looked at me, sternly, and I rolled my eyes and said, "Okay,"
She smiled tiredly, and said, "Thanks, get that job and don't hang out much with those friends of yours, and that boyfriend neither."
I rolled my eyes at her again, geting more pissed off by the second. She finally stood up from her spot on my bed, and headed out the door. I can't believe this! I mean it seems like I can't do much of anything, just because my parents spend all their money on booze and smokes! It sucks! I started to mumble out cuss words at myself, managing to say every single one in the english language, got my keys from my dresser, headed downstairs, ignoring my parents, and headed to school.
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