Alone, chapter 1
"ALRIGHT ALREADY!" shouted Sarah as Ted blasted his new Warning CD at full blast.
"Turn that bloody thing off!" She yelled.
Ted started to sing the chorus of Deadbeat Holiday as he shut his door so he couldn't hear her.
"THATS IT!"
"I"VE HAD ENOUGH!" She yelled.
"I'M COMING IN THERE."
So she started to walk towards the door when there was a huge BANG outside the window.
She ran towards it and looked out!
"NO NO NO!" she screamed as she continued to look outside just to be sure it was actually them.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ted as he walked out of his bedroom with his ripped and jagged American Idiot t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.
"Take a look for yourself," said Sarah.
"Holy shit!"
"It's Green Day!"
"They're here! In my street, staying in a caravan that looks like it's been hanging on the side of a cliff the last year or two."
"I'm going to see them."
"NO YOU'RE NOT!"
"Yes I am, and you can't stop me. So why don't you just go and clean the dishes and do whatever else you're actually good at and leave me to live my life!"
"You're going to your room, and that's final!"
"The only thing that's final is that I AM going down to see them and I'm NOT coming back!"
He grabbed his bag and ran. He ran down the stairs and out the front door.
He walked towards the band, but as he suspected no one was going anywhere near it. They had one of those police ropes around the area and guards as fat as ever guarding it! So he decided to take a walk. He walked down the road and stared with sadness through the windows of the Olsens and the Smiths. Why couldn't my life be like that? He asked himself. Why couldn't my dad have stuck around? Then maybe mum would have given up the drugs and the alcohol and actually been a good mother. But there was no chance of that. My life was shit and I had nothing and no one to help me change that.
I started to walk towards Kenneth Avenue, my best mate lived there. I walked up his driveway and stood at his front door. I could hear them talking...talking about me.
"He's a bad influence on you Tim. His mother's a drug addict and an alcoholic. He's bound to be the same."
"But...but..."
"No buts. It's final, you're never to see him again."
I started to walk away. Where can I go now? No home. No family. Nothing. Cans of beer lay lying on the ground. I bent down and started to cry. I couldn't hold it in, I was a wreck.
"Turn that bloody thing off!" She yelled.
Ted started to sing the chorus of Deadbeat Holiday as he shut his door so he couldn't hear her.
"THATS IT!"
"I"VE HAD ENOUGH!" She yelled.
"I'M COMING IN THERE."
So she started to walk towards the door when there was a huge BANG outside the window.
She ran towards it and looked out!
"NO NO NO!" she screamed as she continued to look outside just to be sure it was actually them.
"What the hell was that?" asked Ted as he walked out of his bedroom with his ripped and jagged American Idiot t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.
"Take a look for yourself," said Sarah.
"Holy shit!"
"It's Green Day!"
"They're here! In my street, staying in a caravan that looks like it's been hanging on the side of a cliff the last year or two."
"I'm going to see them."
"NO YOU'RE NOT!"
"Yes I am, and you can't stop me. So why don't you just go and clean the dishes and do whatever else you're actually good at and leave me to live my life!"
"You're going to your room, and that's final!"
"The only thing that's final is that I AM going down to see them and I'm NOT coming back!"
He grabbed his bag and ran. He ran down the stairs and out the front door.
He walked towards the band, but as he suspected no one was going anywhere near it. They had one of those police ropes around the area and guards as fat as ever guarding it! So he decided to take a walk. He walked down the road and stared with sadness through the windows of the Olsens and the Smiths. Why couldn't my life be like that? He asked himself. Why couldn't my dad have stuck around? Then maybe mum would have given up the drugs and the alcohol and actually been a good mother. But there was no chance of that. My life was shit and I had nothing and no one to help me change that.
I started to walk towards Kenneth Avenue, my best mate lived there. I walked up his driveway and stood at his front door. I could hear them talking...talking about me.
"He's a bad influence on you Tim. His mother's a drug addict and an alcoholic. He's bound to be the same."
"But...but..."
"No buts. It's final, you're never to see him again."
I started to walk away. Where can I go now? No home. No family. Nothing. Cans of beer lay lying on the ground. I bent down and started to cry. I couldn't hold it in, I was a wreck.
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