Gülüsü Dünya Kadardi-ama bizi kurtaramadi (not so ordinary), chapter 3
There were 2 guys who were making all of the noises. The first one was laughing really loudly and running away from the other one, who was swearing. When she was watching that sight, another guy came behind them.
"Come on guys, don't be so childish."
But the guys weren't listening to him, they were just running on the road like nuts.
"Ok, do whatever you wanna do," He said and then he saw a girl, wacthing them running, with a grin on her face. Then the girl looked at him, like asking.
"No, I don't know them. Don't look at me like that."
They both laughed. He came near by her.
"You are not from this school, are you?" he asked.
"No, my school is a little far from here."
"Yeah, if you you were with the same school as mine, I'm sure that I would recognize you."
"Hmm, you think so? Why? 'Cause I'm so beautiful?" she said while she made her face like the prep girls in the school, you know them, every school has least one of them.
"Heh, funny. But your face looks like unforgetable. And may I call you a punk, by your look?"
"Meh, well if you wanna," She said.
"Like a said before, I'll never forget a 'punk' like you," He said.
"Ok, but I wanna know the name of the guy, who thinks I'm an unforgetable punk."
"Oh, sorry. I'm Mike. These nuts are my friends, don't judge me. The one with the green hair and lying under the other one is Tré, and the one who is punching Tré is Billie Joe," He said.
"Heh, ok. And I'm Melis."
"Hmm, Melis. That makes you even more unforgetable."
"Why?"
"I've never met a girl called Melis before."
"That's a start. But shouldn't we seperate Billie Joe from Tré? They are getting a little wild I guess."
"Oh, yeah. Can you help me?"
"Sure."
And they tried to seperate them. Well, it wasn't easy. But they sucseed at last. When they were seperated, Tré and Billie Joe looked at Melis strangely.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing but, who are you?" Tré asked.
"I'm a stranger punk with an unforgetable face and name," She said when she looked and smiled at Mike. He laughed.
"Ok." Said Tré.
But Billie Joe was still looking oddly-well, the normal thing. Because Billie Joe was more normal than Tré.
"Ok, I'm Melis. I just saw that you and Tré were kinda fighting and I watched that enjoyable moment. And I met Mike, but you were too busy to realize me," She said.
"Oh, sorry. It's all Tré's fault. He shouldn't has done this to me," Billie Joe said, who was giving Tré evil looks.
"Come on that was funny," Tré said.
"Stop arguing," Said Mike.
"I don't think that I wanna know what has he done," Melis told Billie Joe. "Anyways, I better go now."
"Why?" asked Mike.
"I dunno. Don't you guys have something to do?"
"Nope. We're skipping school," Said Billie Joe.
"Do you have an important thing to do?" asked Mike.
"No. I've just kicked out by a teacher. Meh, stupid woman," She replied.
"Come with us!" Tré suddenly shouted.
"Where are you going?"
"Somewhere we can smoke or get high. Wanna join?" asked Billie Joe.
"I desparetely need a cigarette or a joint right now. I was so pissed cause I had no left," Melis said.
"Ok then you're coming with us," Mike said.
"Ok. Let's go."
And they started to walk down the road. After 10 minutes of walking, they stopped when they were on a park."This is the place?" she asked.
"Yep. Why, didn't you like it?" said Mike.
"No, not that. This is the place that me and my friends hang out when we're together," She said.
"Yea. Nice place," Mike said, and they sat somewhere comfortable. Billie Joe took off some cigarettes and joints from his pocket.
"Which one?" he asked.
"Hmm, I wanna celebrate my day, so I want a joint," She said.
"Here you go," He gave her and lighted it up. she took a deep breath. It was obvious that wasn't a first time. They all lighted up and Mike asked;
"Why did you say 'celebrate'? What happened today?"
"Well, let's see... I started a food fight on the cafeteria and got a detention for a week, the principal pissed me off, she said that I have to be a nice young lady. Blehhh..I still can't believe that she said it. I mean look at me," She said, pointing herself. "And then the History Of Music teacher, who is the biggest loser in this world, just yelled at me and basicaly told me to fuck off, well in a polite way."
"What's 'History Of Music'? A lesson?" Tré asked.
"Yeah," She replied.
"What kind of school do you read?" asked Mike, curiously
"A conservatory," She said when she took another deep breath on her joint.
"Oh, that's really cool. There's a conservatory in Berkeley? Who'd have known?" Billie Joe said.
"Obviously not you," Melis said, smiling.
"You keep getting more interesting," Mike said.
"Meh, I'm very ordinary for me."
"So what instrument do you play?" asked Billie Joe.
"Cello, but I can play guitar and piano too. But my best is cello," She said, she changed her sitting position to get more comfortable.
"So, you tell me about yourselves. I guess you know enough about me, to a girl you've just met. Are you into music, like playing something?"
"We like punk music," Said Tré.
"We have a band, I play the bass," Said Mike.
"I play the guitar and sing," Said Billie Joe.
"Yeah baby, I'm on the drums," Said Tré, with a grin.
"That' really cool. A band, huh?"
"Yeah, we like it, we have fun," Said Mike
"A lot," Tré added.
"Do you cover or you have your own songs?" she asked.
"Both. But mostly our own songs," Billie Joe said.
"Hmm, I like creative people," She said and all of them laughed. Then suddenly Tré asked, "How old are you?"
"15," She said.
"Really?" asked Mike.
"Yes. Why?
"Well, you look and talk older than a lot of girls I know," Mike said.
"Is it a bad thing, or a good thing?" she asked.
"A 15 year old chick with a 17 year old look?" said Tré.
"Ok, I get it. I guess you're 17 then," She said.
"Yep," said Billie Joe.
She threw her nearly ended joint to somewhere. They were sitting under a tree, so she was a little cold. She touched her arms. 'Cold' she thought. Mike saw that.
"Are you cold?"
"A little."
"I can give you this," He started to take his jacket off.
"Thanks, but no need. I have something," she opened her bag and found her t-shirt. Then wore it.
"Whoa... that's a really cool t-shirt. Luckily I like you so far. You did it yourself I guess," He said. Tré looked at the t-shirt by that and read the lines on it like he could barely read or he's just learned how to read.
"If you don't like me, just fuck off!' haha! I like your t-shirt," He said.
"Thanks, and yes, I did it myself," She said.
"I guess I was right what I thought about you," Mike said.
"What did you think?" she asked turning to him, raising an eyebrow.
"That you are a really interesting girl. I labeled you as a punk, and I can see clearly now."
"Normally, I don't like labels, but I'm proud of what I am and the closest thing is punk, considering that's the type of music I love. The thing I hate is the people thinks that I do this to pay attention and that's why I get angry when they call me punk. Basicaly, that's the reason that I do these kind of t-shirts. Cause I'm so sick of telling them to fuck off 250 times a day. That's quicker," She said. She spoke so fast, so everyone was looking at her weirdly, eyes wide open. Then Mike laughed;
"Man, I didn't know that you were so angry about this. You should stop to breath."
"Come on guys, don't be so childish."
But the guys weren't listening to him, they were just running on the road like nuts.
"Ok, do whatever you wanna do," He said and then he saw a girl, wacthing them running, with a grin on her face. Then the girl looked at him, like asking.
"No, I don't know them. Don't look at me like that."
They both laughed. He came near by her.
"You are not from this school, are you?" he asked.
"No, my school is a little far from here."
"Yeah, if you you were with the same school as mine, I'm sure that I would recognize you."
"Hmm, you think so? Why? 'Cause I'm so beautiful?" she said while she made her face like the prep girls in the school, you know them, every school has least one of them.
"Heh, funny. But your face looks like unforgetable. And may I call you a punk, by your look?"
"Meh, well if you wanna," She said.
"Like a said before, I'll never forget a 'punk' like you," He said.
"Ok, but I wanna know the name of the guy, who thinks I'm an unforgetable punk."
"Oh, sorry. I'm Mike. These nuts are my friends, don't judge me. The one with the green hair and lying under the other one is Tré, and the one who is punching Tré is Billie Joe," He said.
"Heh, ok. And I'm Melis."
"Hmm, Melis. That makes you even more unforgetable."
"Why?"
"I've never met a girl called Melis before."
"That's a start. But shouldn't we seperate Billie Joe from Tré? They are getting a little wild I guess."
"Oh, yeah. Can you help me?"
"Sure."
And they tried to seperate them. Well, it wasn't easy. But they sucseed at last. When they were seperated, Tré and Billie Joe looked at Melis strangely.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing but, who are you?" Tré asked.
"I'm a stranger punk with an unforgetable face and name," She said when she looked and smiled at Mike. He laughed.
"Ok." Said Tré.
But Billie Joe was still looking oddly-well, the normal thing. Because Billie Joe was more normal than Tré.
"Ok, I'm Melis. I just saw that you and Tré were kinda fighting and I watched that enjoyable moment. And I met Mike, but you were too busy to realize me," She said.
"Oh, sorry. It's all Tré's fault. He shouldn't has done this to me," Billie Joe said, who was giving Tré evil looks.
"Come on that was funny," Tré said.
"Stop arguing," Said Mike.
"I don't think that I wanna know what has he done," Melis told Billie Joe. "Anyways, I better go now."
"Why?" asked Mike.
"I dunno. Don't you guys have something to do?"
"Nope. We're skipping school," Said Billie Joe.
"Do you have an important thing to do?" asked Mike.
"No. I've just kicked out by a teacher. Meh, stupid woman," She replied.
"Come with us!" Tré suddenly shouted.
"Where are you going?"
"Somewhere we can smoke or get high. Wanna join?" asked Billie Joe.
"I desparetely need a cigarette or a joint right now. I was so pissed cause I had no left," Melis said.
"Ok then you're coming with us," Mike said.
"Ok. Let's go."
And they started to walk down the road. After 10 minutes of walking, they stopped when they were on a park."This is the place?" she asked.
"Yep. Why, didn't you like it?" said Mike.
"No, not that. This is the place that me and my friends hang out when we're together," She said.
"Yea. Nice place," Mike said, and they sat somewhere comfortable. Billie Joe took off some cigarettes and joints from his pocket.
"Which one?" he asked.
"Hmm, I wanna celebrate my day, so I want a joint," She said.
"Here you go," He gave her and lighted it up. she took a deep breath. It was obvious that wasn't a first time. They all lighted up and Mike asked;
"Why did you say 'celebrate'? What happened today?"
"Well, let's see... I started a food fight on the cafeteria and got a detention for a week, the principal pissed me off, she said that I have to be a nice young lady. Blehhh..I still can't believe that she said it. I mean look at me," She said, pointing herself. "And then the History Of Music teacher, who is the biggest loser in this world, just yelled at me and basicaly told me to fuck off, well in a polite way."
"What's 'History Of Music'? A lesson?" Tré asked.
"Yeah," She replied.
"What kind of school do you read?" asked Mike, curiously
"A conservatory," She said when she took another deep breath on her joint.
"Oh, that's really cool. There's a conservatory in Berkeley? Who'd have known?" Billie Joe said.
"Obviously not you," Melis said, smiling.
"You keep getting more interesting," Mike said.
"Meh, I'm very ordinary for me."
"So what instrument do you play?" asked Billie Joe.
"Cello, but I can play guitar and piano too. But my best is cello," She said, she changed her sitting position to get more comfortable.
"So, you tell me about yourselves. I guess you know enough about me, to a girl you've just met. Are you into music, like playing something?"
"We like punk music," Said Tré.
"We have a band, I play the bass," Said Mike.
"I play the guitar and sing," Said Billie Joe.
"Yeah baby, I'm on the drums," Said Tré, with a grin.
"That' really cool. A band, huh?"
"Yeah, we like it, we have fun," Said Mike
"A lot," Tré added.
"Do you cover or you have your own songs?" she asked.
"Both. But mostly our own songs," Billie Joe said.
"Hmm, I like creative people," She said and all of them laughed. Then suddenly Tré asked, "How old are you?"
"15," She said.
"Really?" asked Mike.
"Yes. Why?
"Well, you look and talk older than a lot of girls I know," Mike said.
"Is it a bad thing, or a good thing?" she asked.
"A 15 year old chick with a 17 year old look?" said Tré.
"Ok, I get it. I guess you're 17 then," She said.
"Yep," said Billie Joe.
She threw her nearly ended joint to somewhere. They were sitting under a tree, so she was a little cold. She touched her arms. 'Cold' she thought. Mike saw that.
"Are you cold?"
"A little."
"I can give you this," He started to take his jacket off.
"Thanks, but no need. I have something," she opened her bag and found her t-shirt. Then wore it.
"Whoa... that's a really cool t-shirt. Luckily I like you so far. You did it yourself I guess," He said. Tré looked at the t-shirt by that and read the lines on it like he could barely read or he's just learned how to read.
"If you don't like me, just fuck off!' haha! I like your t-shirt," He said.
"Thanks, and yes, I did it myself," She said.
"I guess I was right what I thought about you," Mike said.
"What did you think?" she asked turning to him, raising an eyebrow.
"That you are a really interesting girl. I labeled you as a punk, and I can see clearly now."
"Normally, I don't like labels, but I'm proud of what I am and the closest thing is punk, considering that's the type of music I love. The thing I hate is the people thinks that I do this to pay attention and that's why I get angry when they call me punk. Basicaly, that's the reason that I do these kind of t-shirts. Cause I'm so sick of telling them to fuck off 250 times a day. That's quicker," She said. She spoke so fast, so everyone was looking at her weirdly, eyes wide open. Then Mike laughed;
"Man, I didn't know that you were so angry about this. You should stop to breath."
