The Regrets Are Useless, He's In My Mind, He's In My Head (Short Story), chapter 1
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"We're not the ones who meant to follo-ow, for that's enough to argue!" Billie Joe Armstrong finished performing American Idiot live in the UK. The crowd went wild and I switched off the T.V.
Believe it or not, I used to know Billie Joe. Yeah, and Mike and Tré. Tré got me two detentions on the first day back of High School. What a laugh. And to think, it was our last year at that stupid place too.
My last name is Backman, so I got to sit next to Billie Joe in just about all of my classes that we shared. He was a punk and I was popular. We were opposites but actually liked each other a lot. He was hot, but no one realized that just cause he was a punk. Mike and Tré wanted me to hang out with them really bad, but I couldn't. I really wanted to at times, but I stayed with my friends in the popular group. Billie Joe asked me out, once. But I turned him down. I couldn't go out with him! Even if he was hot and I liked him. He was a punk and my reputation would so be wasted.
They were always going on about their band that they had together. They were called Green Day, which sounded so pathetic at the time. I laughed in their faces and then got ignored for two weeks. The worst two weeks of my life. Green Day wanted to make it big. I had heard some songs, and they were really good. But I never thought that they would ever make it big. Never.
Once I finished High School, I went and studied to become a High School teacher myself. I never heard of Billie Joe again, even though I gave him my number on the last day and told him to call me, that we could still be, er, friends. My exact words. I even said er cause I wasn't too sure if we were friends or not. Tré or Mike didn't call either. I never saw them again. They just disappeared from California.
Later on in my life, I came home from my new school where I teach English and Social Studies, (English is the first class that I had with all three of them and I was really good at Social Studies back at my old High School) and I turned on the T.V. to wind down a bit. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down to watch it. Hailey Taylor was interviewing three men who looked so familiar.
It was Green Day.
I turned it up. I couldn't believe it. They had made it big. "Don't forget to buy 39/Smooth by the very young Green Day and go to their concerts, one in their home state, California!" I brought a front row seat ticket straight away.
I had enjoyed the concert so far, but I just needed to wait until Billie Joe did the typical singer walk up to the very front of the stage and sing thing over by me. Then he would recognize me and I could ask why he didn't call, or if he wanted to take me out to dinner. I looked up to the drums. There was Frank, or Tré, the one who gave me all of my detentions that year. I smiled and then looked at Mike playing the bass. He had sat next to me in Math and Social Studies. Stupid teacher's seating plan.
Billie Joe came up to right in front of me, singing Don't Leave Me. "A blank expression, covering your face." He was right there in front of me. "Billie Joe! It's Natasha Backman! Remember me?" He had heard me, just ignored me and kept on singing. I saw Mike glance at me, and Tré looked over too. They could hear me on the small stage. "I start to wonder, if you'll come back." Billie Joe started going out of tune as he actually saw me. He stopped singing all together and the crowd all seemed to gasp. He looked back at Tré and Mike, panicking. Tré's drumming slowed down a lot and Mike faded away, Tré soon stopping. "Please Billie Joe! Listen to me! Why didn't you call me?" The crowd murmured and Billie Joe just walked off the stage. The show was over.
I gave up after that. There was no way I was ever going to meet them again. We would never ever be "friends" again, or would I ever actually tell Billie Joe how I have felt about him for ages. Now I sit at home, all alone, wondering why I didn't give up my popularity in the school for the popularity in the whole world. I could have had three real friends, even if they were punks and not popular. Instead, I wanted popular and snotty back-stabbers, just like me I guess.
I am a supporter of Green Day and everything that they stand for, but I have learnt my lesson: Friends are more important than being popular.
"We're not the ones who meant to follo-ow, for that's enough to argue!" Billie Joe Armstrong finished performing American Idiot live in the UK. The crowd went wild and I switched off the T.V.
Believe it or not, I used to know Billie Joe. Yeah, and Mike and Tré. Tré got me two detentions on the first day back of High School. What a laugh. And to think, it was our last year at that stupid place too.
My last name is Backman, so I got to sit next to Billie Joe in just about all of my classes that we shared. He was a punk and I was popular. We were opposites but actually liked each other a lot. He was hot, but no one realized that just cause he was a punk. Mike and Tré wanted me to hang out with them really bad, but I couldn't. I really wanted to at times, but I stayed with my friends in the popular group. Billie Joe asked me out, once. But I turned him down. I couldn't go out with him! Even if he was hot and I liked him. He was a punk and my reputation would so be wasted.
They were always going on about their band that they had together. They were called Green Day, which sounded so pathetic at the time. I laughed in their faces and then got ignored for two weeks. The worst two weeks of my life. Green Day wanted to make it big. I had heard some songs, and they were really good. But I never thought that they would ever make it big. Never.
Once I finished High School, I went and studied to become a High School teacher myself. I never heard of Billie Joe again, even though I gave him my number on the last day and told him to call me, that we could still be, er, friends. My exact words. I even said er cause I wasn't too sure if we were friends or not. Tré or Mike didn't call either. I never saw them again. They just disappeared from California.
Later on in my life, I came home from my new school where I teach English and Social Studies, (English is the first class that I had with all three of them and I was really good at Social Studies back at my old High School) and I turned on the T.V. to wind down a bit. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down to watch it. Hailey Taylor was interviewing three men who looked so familiar.
It was Green Day.
I turned it up. I couldn't believe it. They had made it big. "Don't forget to buy 39/Smooth by the very young Green Day and go to their concerts, one in their home state, California!" I brought a front row seat ticket straight away.
I had enjoyed the concert so far, but I just needed to wait until Billie Joe did the typical singer walk up to the very front of the stage and sing thing over by me. Then he would recognize me and I could ask why he didn't call, or if he wanted to take me out to dinner. I looked up to the drums. There was Frank, or Tré, the one who gave me all of my detentions that year. I smiled and then looked at Mike playing the bass. He had sat next to me in Math and Social Studies. Stupid teacher's seating plan.
Billie Joe came up to right in front of me, singing Don't Leave Me. "A blank expression, covering your face." He was right there in front of me. "Billie Joe! It's Natasha Backman! Remember me?" He had heard me, just ignored me and kept on singing. I saw Mike glance at me, and Tré looked over too. They could hear me on the small stage. "I start to wonder, if you'll come back." Billie Joe started going out of tune as he actually saw me. He stopped singing all together and the crowd all seemed to gasp. He looked back at Tré and Mike, panicking. Tré's drumming slowed down a lot and Mike faded away, Tré soon stopping. "Please Billie Joe! Listen to me! Why didn't you call me?" The crowd murmured and Billie Joe just walked off the stage. The show was over.
I gave up after that. There was no way I was ever going to meet them again. We would never ever be "friends" again, or would I ever actually tell Billie Joe how I have felt about him for ages. Now I sit at home, all alone, wondering why I didn't give up my popularity in the school for the popularity in the whole world. I could have had three real friends, even if they were punks and not popular. Instead, I wanted popular and snotty back-stabbers, just like me I guess.
I am a supporter of Green Day and everything that they stand for, but I have learnt my lesson: Friends are more important than being popular.
