Another Case Of Step-Parent-Itis, chapter 1
"But mom!" I whined.
"You know that doesn't work on me." replied mom.
"I don't want to move! I'll hardly ever get to see dad!" I yelled.
"Your point being...?" she replied.
"Just because you don't like him doesn't mean I don't have a right to see him." I replied hotly.
"Look we're moving to Australia and that's it." she yelled "Now go and pack, we leave in a month."
"Fine."
Jesus I hate my mom sometimes, she has this horrible fiance named Dave. He's Australian and has convinced mom to move there to be with his family. I really don't wanna go, I'll have to leave all my friends and my family over here and dad. I love my dad, he's the best dad ever. I began to fold clothes in a pile, after a minute or two it struck me,
"That's it! I'll live with dad!"
I hurriedly packed a suitcase, jumped out my bedroom window and climbed down a tree. I turned left into Koriot St. and made my way to dad's. I knocked on the door and he answered
"Jeese Hero, it's kinda late."
"I know but moms making me move and I've decided to live with you." I said.
"You know that isn't possible." he replied seriously.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm on tour alot and I can't be there 24/7 like a normal parent."
"I can take care of myself or come on tour with you." Dad gave me a stern look.
"You know you're always welcome here but it's just not possible." he said.
"Please..." I begged.
"No Hero, I'm sorry."
"That's OK, I just don't wanna leave you." I said, my eyes filling up with tears. He hugged me, I started to cry.
"Look, I'm gonna have to call your mom, but you can stay here tonight." he said kindly. I nodded and rushed up to my room.
The next morning mom was livid, she came to pick me up at 10. I was still asleep but she came in my room and screeched at me.
"Why did you run away like that? Stella we were worried about you, Dave nearly had a fit! If your dad hadn't called..."
"I JUST DON'T WANT TO MOVE!" I yelled. "Are you blind or something?" mom stopped yelling
"It'll be good for you." she said kindly. I just shook my head.
In case you hadn't noticed my name is Stella Pritchard and my dad is Mike Dirnt of Green Day, my mom had something against him and keeps trying to make him lose his rights to see me, in her latest attempt, we're following her fiance to Australia in Melbourne and I'm so friggin angry about it!. When I was nine dad started teaching me bass guitar and mom tried to confiscate it for no reason, then when I was eleven mom tried to ban me from listening to dad's music neither of those attempts worked and I'm hoping this one will be just as successful but I shouldn't get my hopes up.
"You know that doesn't work on me." replied mom.
"I don't want to move! I'll hardly ever get to see dad!" I yelled.
"Your point being...?" she replied.
"Just because you don't like him doesn't mean I don't have a right to see him." I replied hotly.
"Look we're moving to Australia and that's it." she yelled "Now go and pack, we leave in a month."
"Fine."
Jesus I hate my mom sometimes, she has this horrible fiance named Dave. He's Australian and has convinced mom to move there to be with his family. I really don't wanna go, I'll have to leave all my friends and my family over here and dad. I love my dad, he's the best dad ever. I began to fold clothes in a pile, after a minute or two it struck me,
"That's it! I'll live with dad!"
I hurriedly packed a suitcase, jumped out my bedroom window and climbed down a tree. I turned left into Koriot St. and made my way to dad's. I knocked on the door and he answered
"Jeese Hero, it's kinda late."
"I know but moms making me move and I've decided to live with you." I said.
"You know that isn't possible." he replied seriously.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm on tour alot and I can't be there 24/7 like a normal parent."
"I can take care of myself or come on tour with you." Dad gave me a stern look.
"You know you're always welcome here but it's just not possible." he said.
"Please..." I begged.
"No Hero, I'm sorry."
"That's OK, I just don't wanna leave you." I said, my eyes filling up with tears. He hugged me, I started to cry.
"Look, I'm gonna have to call your mom, but you can stay here tonight." he said kindly. I nodded and rushed up to my room.
The next morning mom was livid, she came to pick me up at 10. I was still asleep but she came in my room and screeched at me.
"Why did you run away like that? Stella we were worried about you, Dave nearly had a fit! If your dad hadn't called..."
"I JUST DON'T WANT TO MOVE!" I yelled. "Are you blind or something?" mom stopped yelling
"It'll be good for you." she said kindly. I just shook my head.
In case you hadn't noticed my name is Stella Pritchard and my dad is Mike Dirnt of Green Day, my mom had something against him and keeps trying to make him lose his rights to see me, in her latest attempt, we're following her fiance to Australia in Melbourne and I'm so friggin angry about it!. When I was nine dad started teaching me bass guitar and mom tried to confiscate it for no reason, then when I was eleven mom tried to ban me from listening to dad's music neither of those attempts worked and I'm hoping this one will be just as successful but I shouldn't get my hopes up.
