I'm a punk rocker, deal with it!, chapter 1

Hi. My name's Lily and I'm sixteen years old. I live in California with my mom, dad and my little sister, Amy, and she's a big pain in the ass. But enough about my family, let's talk about me. I like really strange things, chocolate with sour pickled gherkin and punkrock music. Yeah, nobody else around here are listening to punk, they just listen to reggae or hip hop, and that makes me feel strange. I always wear my black Converse and I really like band-t-shirts. Big ones. But here's the thing; everybody makes fun of me because I wear such strange clothes and likes strange things, I don't know why. I mean, it's 1989 and everybody is changing. Right? But enough of me, let's move on to the story.

"And today, it's going to be sunny day..."
I woke up by hearing my clock radio.
"Oh no," I sighed. "Not another early morning, I hate 'em".
I got up and into the shower. After that, I choosed a big Ramones- shirt and my black jeans to wear in school. I got down the stairs and ate some breakfast.
Today, I had decided to face all those stupid son of bitches. I was going to prove that punkrock is way much better than that shit they're listening to. Today was the first day of my life. And it happened to be the first day in school after the summer break too.

Finally, the bus came. I'd just met my best friend, Tiffany, and now we're waiting together. She's like me, likes the same music and strange things. So I'm not alone in the world after all.
We talked about our favorite bands on the bus, Ramones, Bad Religion, The Clash and other. When we got to school, everyone stared at me and Tiffany. They probably wondered how we got so different. But, see if we care?

"Nice shirt, Lily! Not..." somebody said.
"Thanks, I really care of what you're thinking about my shirt, I picked it out just for you" I replied, ironic.
Then he became quiet.

At lunch, Marisa sat down next to us.
"Hey guys, can I eat lunch with you?"
"Sure," I replied, but I didn't want her to join us.
You see, Marisa is the biggest teenie in the whole world, except my little sister, but that's another thing. All Marisa cares about is her hair, her make-up and her status.
"What's up for today?" she asked.
"Don't know, probably Rod's Hickory Pit after school."
"What's that?" Marisa asked.
"It's some kind of cafe, I think, I heard about it a few weeks ago, and it seems like a cool thing," I answered.
"Oh... I see..." she said and picked up a pocket-mirror and a lipgloss.
"It's a band that's going to play there tonight," I said.
"Oh, what kinda band?" Marisa asked. "Some cool R'n'B-band?"
"Not really..." I said and squinted my eyes. "I think the band is called... Sweet Children, or something."