Welcome To My Life, chapter 1
Kendra Rose lived in Berkeley, CA with her mom and her mom's boyfriend. She was 17 years old, and had shoulder length jet black hair with red and purple streaks in it. She had no friends at school since she cut herself and was suicidal because her mom and her boyfriend always beat her.
**Kendra's POV**
I walked into my new school that day feeling angry and depressed. My mother had decided to take me out of my private school and send me to a new one instead, like it matters anyways, I thought, everyone is going to treat me like shit. At my old school I was the reject, the one no one would talk to, I was the outcast, and going to a new school wasn't going t change that.
When I walked into my first class of the day late, the teacher gave me dirty look then introduced me to the rest of the class.
"Class, we have a new student, her name is Kendra Rose. Miss Rose, why don't you sit next to...umm let's see...Mr. Armstrong." And she gestured to a boy in the back of the class who appeared to be writing on the desk. Apparently, the teacher didn't seem to notice. Instead she started writing that days lesson on the board.
As I sat down next to the boy, he looked up at me. I noticed he had spikey black hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen.
"Hi, I'm Billie Joe," he whispered. Wait, did he just talk to me? No one ever talked to me, so this was a big shock.
"Uhh, hi I'm Kendra, I'm new." I said unsure of what else to say.
"So, you wanna ditch with me next period?"
"Uhh...no sorry!" I said hurrying out of the room as the bell rang.
**Later that night**
"COME HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!" screamed my mom's boyfriend Greg. He was drunk. Suddenly he threw his beer bottle at me, it hit me in the stomach. I stumbled backwards and gasped for breath.
"I SAID COME HERE YOU LITTLE SKANK!"
Instead I ran up to my room and decided I had had enough for one night.
I climbed out my window and ran until I was 3 blocks away from my house. I decided to walk for a while until I found a place to hang out for while. As I was walking, I passed a building where loud music was coming from. I decided to check it out.
When I walked in there was a bunch of punks moshing while a band played loud music. I walked to the bar and sat down.
"What do want to drink?" asked the bartender
"Huh? Oh, sorry I don't have any money."
I turned my attention back to the band, the band members were all running off stage as another band took their place. A boy sat down next to me and ordered a beer. He looked familiar. He turned to face me, it that Billie Joe kid from school.
"So we meet again," he said with a smirk. "Why'd you run off after class today? I wanted to talk to you."
Had I just heard him right? Did he just say he wanted to talk to me?
"Let me buy you a beer, since I didn't get the pleasure of ditching with you," he said with a smile. He bought my beer and handed it to me.
"Thanks," I said. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure..."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
He laughed,"What do you mean? I nice to you because I want to be! I just want to get to know you."
"Oh, well it's just that, I've never had any friends, and I just..." I looked away, embarassed.
"Hey, it's okay," he said gently. "I'll sure as hell be your friend, if you'll be mine. Deal?"
I looked up at him a smiled shyly, "Deal!"
"Okay! Now how about I buy you another beer!"
2 hours later we had both had about 5 or 6 beers each and were staggering out of the bar and singing a Ramones song.
When we got back to my house, I had to sneak back in my bedroom window. "Thanks, I had a gr-*hiccup*-great time!" I said as I climbed back in.
The next morning I woke up with an enormous headache. Then I heard someone knocking on my window. I went to open it and it was Billie Joe.
"Well, good morning sunshine!" he greeted me enthusiastically.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed at him.
"Well, I figured since schools a bore and you probably were gonna miss today, I thought I'd swing by with some Aspirin for your hangover."
"Well that was very thoughtful, thank you very much, but if my mom or Greg sees you..." I looked fearfully towards my bedroom door.
"Fine, I'll go, but meet me at Gilman Street at 7, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever, now go!"
**Kendra's POV**
I walked into my new school that day feeling angry and depressed. My mother had decided to take me out of my private school and send me to a new one instead, like it matters anyways, I thought, everyone is going to treat me like shit. At my old school I was the reject, the one no one would talk to, I was the outcast, and going to a new school wasn't going t change that.
When I walked into my first class of the day late, the teacher gave me dirty look then introduced me to the rest of the class.
"Class, we have a new student, her name is Kendra Rose. Miss Rose, why don't you sit next to...umm let's see...Mr. Armstrong." And she gestured to a boy in the back of the class who appeared to be writing on the desk. Apparently, the teacher didn't seem to notice. Instead she started writing that days lesson on the board.
As I sat down next to the boy, he looked up at me. I noticed he had spikey black hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen.
"Hi, I'm Billie Joe," he whispered. Wait, did he just talk to me? No one ever talked to me, so this was a big shock.
"Uhh, hi I'm Kendra, I'm new." I said unsure of what else to say.
"So, you wanna ditch with me next period?"
"Uhh...no sorry!" I said hurrying out of the room as the bell rang.
**Later that night**
"COME HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!" screamed my mom's boyfriend Greg. He was drunk. Suddenly he threw his beer bottle at me, it hit me in the stomach. I stumbled backwards and gasped for breath.
"I SAID COME HERE YOU LITTLE SKANK!"
Instead I ran up to my room and decided I had had enough for one night.
I climbed out my window and ran until I was 3 blocks away from my house. I decided to walk for a while until I found a place to hang out for while. As I was walking, I passed a building where loud music was coming from. I decided to check it out.
When I walked in there was a bunch of punks moshing while a band played loud music. I walked to the bar and sat down.
"What do want to drink?" asked the bartender
"Huh? Oh, sorry I don't have any money."
I turned my attention back to the band, the band members were all running off stage as another band took their place. A boy sat down next to me and ordered a beer. He looked familiar. He turned to face me, it that Billie Joe kid from school.
"So we meet again," he said with a smirk. "Why'd you run off after class today? I wanted to talk to you."
Had I just heard him right? Did he just say he wanted to talk to me?
"Let me buy you a beer, since I didn't get the pleasure of ditching with you," he said with a smile. He bought my beer and handed it to me.
"Thanks," I said. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure..."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
He laughed,"What do you mean? I nice to you because I want to be! I just want to get to know you."
"Oh, well it's just that, I've never had any friends, and I just..." I looked away, embarassed.
"Hey, it's okay," he said gently. "I'll sure as hell be your friend, if you'll be mine. Deal?"
I looked up at him a smiled shyly, "Deal!"
"Okay! Now how about I buy you another beer!"
2 hours later we had both had about 5 or 6 beers each and were staggering out of the bar and singing a Ramones song.
When we got back to my house, I had to sneak back in my bedroom window. "Thanks, I had a gr-*hiccup*-great time!" I said as I climbed back in.
The next morning I woke up with an enormous headache. Then I heard someone knocking on my window. I went to open it and it was Billie Joe.
"Well, good morning sunshine!" he greeted me enthusiastically.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed at him.
"Well, I figured since schools a bore and you probably were gonna miss today, I thought I'd swing by with some Aspirin for your hangover."
"Well that was very thoughtful, thank you very much, but if my mom or Greg sees you..." I looked fearfully towards my bedroom door.
"Fine, I'll go, but meet me at Gilman Street at 7, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever, now go!"
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