Life As 'Some' Know It, chapter 1
"3, 2, 1.....we got lift off, kiddo!" Dad said, lifting the giggling Estella up.
"How do we know when it reaches outer space?" Stella asked, keeping her eyes on the floating object, known as a 'make it yourself' rocket.
"When it doesn't come back down." Dad answered, smiling as he tickled Stella's stomach.
I smiled at the two, knowing I had been that close to Dad at one time. I still was, hypatheticlly speaking of course. Considering he was one of the few people I talked to.
The phone rang, setting out a shrill high pitched annoying sound I hated so much. It ruined the silence of Estella and my dad, known as the bass player of Green Day, and to most people, as 'Mike Dirnt'.
"Al, could you go get that?" My dad said, still holding Stella on his shoulder and watching as the rocket came slowly floating down.
I sighed in my head, getting up and walking through the beautiful french painted and frosted sliding doors that lead from the backyard and into the kitchen. I walked over to the ringing phone and looked at the caller ID, seeing a number and name I had never seen before.
I answered anyways, "Hello?"
"Like, is this, Mike Dirnt's house?" A snot head voice came through my ears.
I raised an eyebrow, "Yes..." I said in my naturally, soft voice that almost came out in a whisper.
"AHHHH!" The girl screamed along with another voice. I rolled my eyes and hung up.
'Bitches.' I mumbled.
I walked back outside and sat at the picnic table I had been seated at before being rudely disturbed. I felt someone's presence behind me and turned to see Stella, innocently looking up at me, holding out her broken rocket. I smiled and glanced at my father, he had a grin on his face.
Almost everyone I knew was aware of my skills for fixing things and computers, and often liked to purposely test them. I hated it, that was true, but I hated saying my mind more than anything else...except for a few people i know but I'll get into that later.
I went inside and grabbed a screwdriver, hamer, and duck tape. (You can never underestimate tht stuff.) All of the things my Dad left out on the counter for my convienence....or loathing I suppose. Stella came rushing to my side, trying to see if she could help with anything.
I reached over and pulled a chair to the counter so she could reach and grabbed things for me. She would know what I needed next.
Me and Stella had an unspoken relationship, though we were both well aware of it. She could read my mind, as if she were me in a smaller, nine year old body. She handed me the screwdriver and I set out to work.
I immeadietly got tired of my brown hair falling into my face, so the next thing I recieved from Stella was a hair tie. I looked over at her and smiled, recieving a grin from her. I pulled my hair up and we were back to work.
The rocket eventually got fixed and was put in Stella's room on her shelf. Along the shelf were trophies, school attendance, baseball, basketball, hockey, soccer, gymnastics, honor roll, you name it it's there. Except any eating contest, she was never a huge fan of eating. Neither am I though...
As Stella and Dad got it straightened, I listened to them talking.
"We're gonna need a new shelf for ya with the rate your going at." Dad said, noticing the shelf was about ready to fall to the floor from lack of weight.
I could tell Stella was beaming with pride and joy, "Really? Do you think so?"
"Well, if we don't your gonna have a bunch of smashed awards on the floor." Dad said smiling.
"Trophies, Dad." Stella corrected.
"I must be getting old." I heard him say. They came out, dad's arm wrapped around Stella's shoulders.
Stella wasn't my full sister, but you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. We both looked like the female version of our Dad. Natural brown hiar, icy blue eyes, and a thin figure. Her hair was curlier though, maker her seem cuter and more adorable than she already was. She was a sweetheart, but if you said one thing that got on her nerves and pressed the issue on...
Well, you'd have to look at Jakob's legs to find out. Stella had a good kick, though I had never had to face it. I honestly didn't want to either. I'd much rather be stuck on a desterted island with Joey.
Scratch that, I'd rather be stuck on an island with a pack of purposely starved wolves. Joey.....I couldn't say much for the idiot. I'd take up to much of my life just explaining one reason why I hated him so much.
See, it's very hard for me to hate someone. More to the point, dislike someone. But Joey takes the cake for my hate list. Hm....I wonder if I could posion the cake....
Yup, his dad filled his head with what his future should be. He wants Joey to be like him, marry me, (Ha....and again HA, Billie. You can be fucked up at times...) and basically be the next Punk God.
What surprised me, is that my dad agrees with it. I mean, I'm eleven for fuck's god damn sake. I'd rather not have my future decided for me, thanks.
I silently walked down the hall, filled with picture's of lots of people. Mostly Tre, Billie, and my Dad being goofballs like they usually are togather. Those pictures, though, are from old times. Times like when 1,039/ Smoothed Out Slappy Hours and Dookie came out.
The picture though, that makes me think the most, is the one closest to my room and the end of the hall. It's of my mom. I don't know much about her. All I know is that she and my dad hooked up, she had me, and dissappeared.
My dad knows the whole story. I don't even know if she's alive or dead, or what happened for that matter. It confuses me why my dad won't tell me. I brought up the subject once last week, and he totally spazzed out on me. He walked away from lunch, to his bedroom and locked himself inside. He didn't come out until the next morning. Then he was perfectly fine and happy. It scared me, usually dad sits through everything like a man should.
I let my hand run across the glass, feeling the smooth surface and leaving behind sweaty fingerprints. It was another hot day in Cali, like usual.
"Alex!" I heard my name being called by a hyper voice. I smiled and walked back down the hall, to be greeted by a warm and welcoming hug and the smell of...
I sniffed, furrowing an eyebrow, it smelt like...cabbage. What had he been doing, rolling in a garden? I smiled and hugged back.
"Ewwww... what's that smell?" Stella said sitting up on the couch.
Tre smiled, "That dear Stella, is the smell of your least favorite food!"
"Yes, I can tell that." Stella said grimacing. She walked into the kitchen, grossed out by the smell of Tre.
"And how did you get that smell?" Dad asked raising an eyebrow.
"Long story... you know those cabbage patch kids?" Tre asked.
"Yeah..." Dad said nodding slowly.
"They attacked me." Tre said nodding once like it was a normal thing. Dad blinked and looked away, trying not to laugh.
I smiled and raised an eyebrow, not honestly wanting to know. But, heck, if he wanted to tell me then he could go right ahead.
"How do we know when it reaches outer space?" Stella asked, keeping her eyes on the floating object, known as a 'make it yourself' rocket.
"When it doesn't come back down." Dad answered, smiling as he tickled Stella's stomach.
I smiled at the two, knowing I had been that close to Dad at one time. I still was, hypatheticlly speaking of course. Considering he was one of the few people I talked to.
The phone rang, setting out a shrill high pitched annoying sound I hated so much. It ruined the silence of Estella and my dad, known as the bass player of Green Day, and to most people, as 'Mike Dirnt'.
"Al, could you go get that?" My dad said, still holding Stella on his shoulder and watching as the rocket came slowly floating down.
I sighed in my head, getting up and walking through the beautiful french painted and frosted sliding doors that lead from the backyard and into the kitchen. I walked over to the ringing phone and looked at the caller ID, seeing a number and name I had never seen before.
I answered anyways, "Hello?"
"Like, is this, Mike Dirnt's house?" A snot head voice came through my ears.
I raised an eyebrow, "Yes..." I said in my naturally, soft voice that almost came out in a whisper.
"AHHHH!" The girl screamed along with another voice. I rolled my eyes and hung up.
'Bitches.' I mumbled.
I walked back outside and sat at the picnic table I had been seated at before being rudely disturbed. I felt someone's presence behind me and turned to see Stella, innocently looking up at me, holding out her broken rocket. I smiled and glanced at my father, he had a grin on his face.
Almost everyone I knew was aware of my skills for fixing things and computers, and often liked to purposely test them. I hated it, that was true, but I hated saying my mind more than anything else...except for a few people i know but I'll get into that later.
I went inside and grabbed a screwdriver, hamer, and duck tape. (You can never underestimate tht stuff.) All of the things my Dad left out on the counter for my convienence....or loathing I suppose. Stella came rushing to my side, trying to see if she could help with anything.
I reached over and pulled a chair to the counter so she could reach and grabbed things for me. She would know what I needed next.
Me and Stella had an unspoken relationship, though we were both well aware of it. She could read my mind, as if she were me in a smaller, nine year old body. She handed me the screwdriver and I set out to work.
I immeadietly got tired of my brown hair falling into my face, so the next thing I recieved from Stella was a hair tie. I looked over at her and smiled, recieving a grin from her. I pulled my hair up and we were back to work.
The rocket eventually got fixed and was put in Stella's room on her shelf. Along the shelf were trophies, school attendance, baseball, basketball, hockey, soccer, gymnastics, honor roll, you name it it's there. Except any eating contest, she was never a huge fan of eating. Neither am I though...
As Stella and Dad got it straightened, I listened to them talking.
"We're gonna need a new shelf for ya with the rate your going at." Dad said, noticing the shelf was about ready to fall to the floor from lack of weight.
I could tell Stella was beaming with pride and joy, "Really? Do you think so?"
"Well, if we don't your gonna have a bunch of smashed awards on the floor." Dad said smiling.
"Trophies, Dad." Stella corrected.
"I must be getting old." I heard him say. They came out, dad's arm wrapped around Stella's shoulders.
Stella wasn't my full sister, but you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. We both looked like the female version of our Dad. Natural brown hiar, icy blue eyes, and a thin figure. Her hair was curlier though, maker her seem cuter and more adorable than she already was. She was a sweetheart, but if you said one thing that got on her nerves and pressed the issue on...
Well, you'd have to look at Jakob's legs to find out. Stella had a good kick, though I had never had to face it. I honestly didn't want to either. I'd much rather be stuck on a desterted island with Joey.
Scratch that, I'd rather be stuck on an island with a pack of purposely starved wolves. Joey.....I couldn't say much for the idiot. I'd take up to much of my life just explaining one reason why I hated him so much.
See, it's very hard for me to hate someone. More to the point, dislike someone. But Joey takes the cake for my hate list. Hm....I wonder if I could posion the cake....
Yup, his dad filled his head with what his future should be. He wants Joey to be like him, marry me, (Ha....and again HA, Billie. You can be fucked up at times...) and basically be the next Punk God.
What surprised me, is that my dad agrees with it. I mean, I'm eleven for fuck's god damn sake. I'd rather not have my future decided for me, thanks.
I silently walked down the hall, filled with picture's of lots of people. Mostly Tre, Billie, and my Dad being goofballs like they usually are togather. Those pictures, though, are from old times. Times like when 1,039/ Smoothed Out Slappy Hours and Dookie came out.
The picture though, that makes me think the most, is the one closest to my room and the end of the hall. It's of my mom. I don't know much about her. All I know is that she and my dad hooked up, she had me, and dissappeared.
My dad knows the whole story. I don't even know if she's alive or dead, or what happened for that matter. It confuses me why my dad won't tell me. I brought up the subject once last week, and he totally spazzed out on me. He walked away from lunch, to his bedroom and locked himself inside. He didn't come out until the next morning. Then he was perfectly fine and happy. It scared me, usually dad sits through everything like a man should.
I let my hand run across the glass, feeling the smooth surface and leaving behind sweaty fingerprints. It was another hot day in Cali, like usual.
"Alex!" I heard my name being called by a hyper voice. I smiled and walked back down the hall, to be greeted by a warm and welcoming hug and the smell of...
I sniffed, furrowing an eyebrow, it smelt like...cabbage. What had he been doing, rolling in a garden? I smiled and hugged back.
"Ewwww... what's that smell?" Stella said sitting up on the couch.
Tre smiled, "That dear Stella, is the smell of your least favorite food!"
"Yes, I can tell that." Stella said grimacing. She walked into the kitchen, grossed out by the smell of Tre.
"And how did you get that smell?" Dad asked raising an eyebrow.
"Long story... you know those cabbage patch kids?" Tre asked.
"Yeah..." Dad said nodding slowly.
"They attacked me." Tre said nodding once like it was a normal thing. Dad blinked and looked away, trying not to laugh.
I smiled and raised an eyebrow, not honestly wanting to know. But, heck, if he wanted to tell me then he could go right ahead.
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