A Laurie L. Story, chapter 1
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My name is Laurie L., but I bet you don't care. That's because I'm the plainest, most boring girl who goes to Pinole Valley High School. I mean, my parents are Christian scientists, and they don't even let me go to concerts because they think it's bad for me.
( I guess I forgot that part of the deal when I got a new Tiger Beat magazine today and I signed up for a contest to have a four-day tour with Green Day, my favorite band. But, I bet I won't win anyways.)
My brother thought I was weird for getting "that lame-o poser magazine" in the first place, but he's in the other room and I bet you ten bucks he's reading his stupid porno magazines. Haha, prepare to lose that bet as I walk into his room...
"Laurie!" he gasped, surprised when I walked in on him drooling over a naked woman's picture.
(Ten bucks, please.)
"Ha! And you said that I read dumb stuff." I cracked up.
"I bet YOU drool over your precious Billie Joe Armstrong," he retorted.
"Right... " I sarcastically replied, "I only like Green Day's music, talent and personalities. Although, I will say I also like their look. But it's sick that you read porno..."
"Don't tell mom and dad," he begged.
"Whatever, dude," I sighed, going back to my room.
"Whatever, dudette," he mocked me.
"Shut up!" I yelled from my room, and then I started to blast "At the Library" to pass my time before we had dinner.
***
During dinner, it was awkward.
My brother kept shooting glances at me, as if he was warning me to keep my mouth shut. Our parents looked stressed and a bit irritated. I was just sitting there, eating quickly so I didn't have to be part of the awkward-ness for too long.
"Laurie, you aren't getting out of doing dishes," my mom grumbled, seeing me pigging out and shoveling in my last bite of food. My face was crammed by then, so I only nodded in understanding. I must have looked pretty weird.
"You're such a pig," my dad said with disgust at me.
My brother laughed. I glared and gave him a warning look that I'd tell about his magazines.
Stupidly, he said, "Laurie is gonna tell on me that I have porno mags...oops!".
I burst out laughing at his stupidity. "I was going to, but I had food in my mouth." I squeezed out.
"You are in big trouble!" my mom yelled at my brother, and she went up to his room, searched for the porno, found it, and then threw it in the fire after shredding it first.
"But-!" my brother protested.
"No going anywhere but school and back here for two weeks!" my mom firmly decided.
"You shouldn't have any of that stuff," my dad said, in surprise and anger at the same time. "It's not right."
"Well Laurie has her Tiger Beat with all those singers and stuff," my brother then protested.
"Not the same. Now Laurie, do the dishes, already!" mom said in exasperation.
I groaned and started to scrub...this was going to be forever!
***
A week later, I walked home from school as usual, and brought the mail in as usual, too. There was a mysterious envelope with an address I didn't recognize at first on it. Then, I saw the words "Tiger Beat" and my heart stopped. My hands trembled as I slit open the envelope and read the letter-
"Congratulations, Laurie L., you have won a Tiger Beat contest; this letter claims that you have won the tour with Green Day! Your airport ticket is enclosed. Thank you for reading Tiger Beat and participating in the contest!".
I screamed, danced my way into the house, and went up to my room. I passed my brother's room, and then shock hit me when it brought back the thoughts from the day before.
I had a problem.
Well, two big ones.
It was my parents; they wouldn't let me! I just HAD to find a way to go.
( I guess I forgot that part of the deal when I got a new Tiger Beat magazine today and I signed up for a contest to have a four-day tour with Green Day, my favorite band. But, I bet I won't win anyways.)
My brother thought I was weird for getting "that lame-o poser magazine" in the first place, but he's in the other room and I bet you ten bucks he's reading his stupid porno magazines. Haha, prepare to lose that bet as I walk into his room...
"Laurie!" he gasped, surprised when I walked in on him drooling over a naked woman's picture.
(Ten bucks, please.)
"Ha! And you said that I read dumb stuff." I cracked up.
"I bet YOU drool over your precious Billie Joe Armstrong," he retorted.
"Right... " I sarcastically replied, "I only like Green Day's music, talent and personalities. Although, I will say I also like their look. But it's sick that you read porno..."
"Don't tell mom and dad," he begged.
"Whatever, dude," I sighed, going back to my room.
"Whatever, dudette," he mocked me.
"Shut up!" I yelled from my room, and then I started to blast "At the Library" to pass my time before we had dinner.
***
During dinner, it was awkward.
My brother kept shooting glances at me, as if he was warning me to keep my mouth shut. Our parents looked stressed and a bit irritated. I was just sitting there, eating quickly so I didn't have to be part of the awkward-ness for too long.
"Laurie, you aren't getting out of doing dishes," my mom grumbled, seeing me pigging out and shoveling in my last bite of food. My face was crammed by then, so I only nodded in understanding. I must have looked pretty weird.
"You're such a pig," my dad said with disgust at me.
My brother laughed. I glared and gave him a warning look that I'd tell about his magazines.
Stupidly, he said, "Laurie is gonna tell on me that I have porno mags...oops!".
I burst out laughing at his stupidity. "I was going to, but I had food in my mouth." I squeezed out.
"You are in big trouble!" my mom yelled at my brother, and she went up to his room, searched for the porno, found it, and then threw it in the fire after shredding it first.
"But-!" my brother protested.
"No going anywhere but school and back here for two weeks!" my mom firmly decided.
"You shouldn't have any of that stuff," my dad said, in surprise and anger at the same time. "It's not right."
"Well Laurie has her Tiger Beat with all those singers and stuff," my brother then protested.
"Not the same. Now Laurie, do the dishes, already!" mom said in exasperation.
I groaned and started to scrub...this was going to be forever!
***
A week later, I walked home from school as usual, and brought the mail in as usual, too. There was a mysterious envelope with an address I didn't recognize at first on it. Then, I saw the words "Tiger Beat" and my heart stopped. My hands trembled as I slit open the envelope and read the letter-
"Congratulations, Laurie L., you have won a Tiger Beat contest; this letter claims that you have won the tour with Green Day! Your airport ticket is enclosed. Thank you for reading Tiger Beat and participating in the contest!".
I screamed, danced my way into the house, and went up to my room. I passed my brother's room, and then shock hit me when it brought back the thoughts from the day before.
I had a problem.
Well, two big ones.
It was my parents; they wouldn't let me! I just HAD to find a way to go.
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