Billie Joe Armstrong-God?, chapter 1
I limped upstairs as fast as I could. I had just had another one of my daily beatings from my drunken father, and before that at school I had had the shit kicked out of me. Life sucked. My name is Mara Morgen, and I live in San Francisco and it's where I'll die too if this carries on any longer. I lay on my bed sobbing my heart out as I listen to the sound of smashing glass and my mom's screams.
"God," I whispered, "Please, I'm begging you. I need you to save me before it's too late, I need you to save my life." I waited a minute and nothing happened and suddenly my sadness turned to rage. "Well fuck you then God, I'll just sit here and wait to die, I don't fucking need you!" I looked over at my Green Day poster.
"Fuck you too Billie Joe, fuck you Mike, and FUCK OFF TRE!" I screamed. Anyone watching would think I was a mad woman ranting and raving at nobody.
I slammed back down onto the bed. Just then, there was a loud pop and a puff of smoke appeared in my room. When it cleared away there stood my hero, Billie Joe Armstrong. "You called?" he asked.
"Well, I asked for God, but hey you'll do." I said in disbelief. Then he started laughing. 'Ok now at least I know I'm not the only nutter here.', I thought. "Don't you realise, I am God!" Billie said, still laughing.
"Yeah, right and I suppose Tre is the Virgin Mary and Mike is Jesus?" His jaw dropped open. "How do you know?" Oh fuck this cannot be happening. The people I have worshipped for the last three years are figures of divinity! "Who the hell did you expect me to be anyway? The genie of the lamp?"
"I think I'd rather you were the genie of the lamp." I muttered under my breath. "Wait a minute you just said hell, God isn't allowed to say hell!"
"Oh yeah? Just watch me. HELL, HELL, HELL!"
"So are you gonna help me or not?"
"I suppose I'll have to, won't I?"
"Well from where I'm standing it doesn't look like you have much choice in the matter."
Billie Joe sighed. "TRE! MIKE! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN TO EARTH RIGHT NOW!" he began to shout.
"Shut up, my dad will hear you!" I hissed at him. I couldn't believe it, I had God in my room, and he couldn't stop swearing! "Don't worry, you, Tre, and Mike are the only ones who can hear me. TRE! MIKE! DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!" There was another puff of smoke and then Tre and Mike appeared or, the Virgin Mary and Jesus.
"So, come on tell us where the fire is?" said Mike sarcastically.
"She's right there," he said pointing at me
"God," I whispered, "Please, I'm begging you. I need you to save me before it's too late, I need you to save my life." I waited a minute and nothing happened and suddenly my sadness turned to rage. "Well fuck you then God, I'll just sit here and wait to die, I don't fucking need you!" I looked over at my Green Day poster.
"Fuck you too Billie Joe, fuck you Mike, and FUCK OFF TRE!" I screamed. Anyone watching would think I was a mad woman ranting and raving at nobody.
I slammed back down onto the bed. Just then, there was a loud pop and a puff of smoke appeared in my room. When it cleared away there stood my hero, Billie Joe Armstrong. "You called?" he asked.
"Well, I asked for God, but hey you'll do." I said in disbelief. Then he started laughing. 'Ok now at least I know I'm not the only nutter here.', I thought. "Don't you realise, I am God!" Billie said, still laughing.
"Yeah, right and I suppose Tre is the Virgin Mary and Mike is Jesus?" His jaw dropped open. "How do you know?" Oh fuck this cannot be happening. The people I have worshipped for the last three years are figures of divinity! "Who the hell did you expect me to be anyway? The genie of the lamp?"
"I think I'd rather you were the genie of the lamp." I muttered under my breath. "Wait a minute you just said hell, God isn't allowed to say hell!"
"Oh yeah? Just watch me. HELL, HELL, HELL!"
"So are you gonna help me or not?"
"I suppose I'll have to, won't I?"
"Well from where I'm standing it doesn't look like you have much choice in the matter."
Billie Joe sighed. "TRE! MIKE! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN TO EARTH RIGHT NOW!" he began to shout.
"Shut up, my dad will hear you!" I hissed at him. I couldn't believe it, I had God in my room, and he couldn't stop swearing! "Don't worry, you, Tre, and Mike are the only ones who can hear me. TRE! MIKE! DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!" There was another puff of smoke and then Tre and Mike appeared or, the Virgin Mary and Jesus.
"So, come on tell us where the fire is?" said Mike sarcastically.
"She's right there," he said pointing at me
