Well, Thing's are looking up at last., chapter 1
I heard that keeping a diary helps you to understand things, so I started to keep one of my own. The thing is a lot of things have happened to me recently. I will start by telling you a bit about myself any my life. My name is Jo and I'm 16 years old. I have a sister who is called Becky and is 13 years old. Our mother was a single parent but she couldn't handle it by herself. Life was practically normal until me and my sister reached our teens, then goodness knows what happened. The best way to describe it is by saying that our family fell apart. My mother became a drug addict, this put more strain on the three of us. Right now I have just packed my stuff ready to leave.
My mother has finally given in and told me who my father is. She never wanted to tell Becky and I because she didn't want to lose us. She lost us the day she decided to get stoned out of her mind. Anyway our father is Billie Joe Armstrong. I suppose that you would expect us to be starstruck, but we aren't. I don't know how to react to the situation really, so remaining cold and hardened to it all seems like the best option. I managed to contact him. (I still can't bring myself to call him dad .)
As you can imagine, at first he didn't believe me. I could have been a teenie for all he knew. But after he had interrogated my family and I, he finally decided to believe me. To begin with, he didn't know what to do, He didn't want to leave my sister and I in danger but at the same time didn't want to rock the boat with his own family.
I wasn't angry with him, I understood perfectly how he wouldn't want to put his family life in jepardy because of two teenagers who he had never met. He decided that he would talk to Adrienne about the situation, I could tell that he was worried about her reaction. Luckily she wasn't angry as she realized that he had known nothing about us ever being born. They have been good to Becky and I and have asked us to live with them. I'm certainly not going to turn down an opportunity like that.
My mother is shouting up to me, telling me to, "Shut the fucking music off."
She wants us to leave, apparently we have turned into monsters worthy of the gutter. Her saying this seemed rather ironic considering she was a drug addict herself. Anyway I think that I have filled you in on my current situation, which is still making no sense to me. Anyway I better go as Becky is calling me. I will write again later.
***
"Jo," Becky spoke.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Mum is smoking."
"She always is, we've tried to help, nothing more that we can do."
"I know but I'm scared...we are leaving her behind, Getting ourselves better lives, And leaving her to...smoke....herself....to...death," Becky started to sob.
I went over to hug her, whilst looking her in the eye I told her, "Look, hunny, I know it's hard, But remember that she did this to herself. We didn't chose to pack up and move to America, She virtually threw us out. We have told Aunt Sarah about it and she has promised to keep an eye on her."
"Can we come and visit?" She looked hopeful.
"Of course. Just look forward to meeting your idols," I smiled, hoping to cheer her up.
"But they can never be my idols now. That means I fancy my Dad. This whole this is wrong," She started to cry again.
"Noo, It's not wrong. You won't fancy him once you have met him and get to know him as 'Dad', I promise," I squeezed her shoulder and left to finish packing.
***
Two hours later and somebody knocks on the door.
"Hello?" My mum answers the door. 'Oh No' I thought, she sounds high, what if it's a neighbour? I haul myself up off my bed and head downstairs. I pause hesitantly as I see him standing at the door. I spare a few seconds to properly compose myself.
"Erm...Bil..Dad?" My voice was shaky, damn I must look like a right idiot.
"You must be Joanne? Right?" My dad asked.
"Yeah, That's right, it's nice to meet you Billie, can I have your autograph?" I asked.
"Erm, Hunny, I'm your father, Do you really want my autograph?" He smirked.
"Oh...shit! Sorry, this is going to take some getting used to!" I blushed.
Becky appeared out of the kitchen.
My mother has finally given in and told me who my father is. She never wanted to tell Becky and I because she didn't want to lose us. She lost us the day she decided to get stoned out of her mind. Anyway our father is Billie Joe Armstrong. I suppose that you would expect us to be starstruck, but we aren't. I don't know how to react to the situation really, so remaining cold and hardened to it all seems like the best option. I managed to contact him. (I still can't bring myself to call him dad .)
As you can imagine, at first he didn't believe me. I could have been a teenie for all he knew. But after he had interrogated my family and I, he finally decided to believe me. To begin with, he didn't know what to do, He didn't want to leave my sister and I in danger but at the same time didn't want to rock the boat with his own family.
I wasn't angry with him, I understood perfectly how he wouldn't want to put his family life in jepardy because of two teenagers who he had never met. He decided that he would talk to Adrienne about the situation, I could tell that he was worried about her reaction. Luckily she wasn't angry as she realized that he had known nothing about us ever being born. They have been good to Becky and I and have asked us to live with them. I'm certainly not going to turn down an opportunity like that.
My mother is shouting up to me, telling me to, "Shut the fucking music off."
She wants us to leave, apparently we have turned into monsters worthy of the gutter. Her saying this seemed rather ironic considering she was a drug addict herself. Anyway I think that I have filled you in on my current situation, which is still making no sense to me. Anyway I better go as Becky is calling me. I will write again later.
***
"Jo," Becky spoke.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Mum is smoking."
"She always is, we've tried to help, nothing more that we can do."
"I know but I'm scared...we are leaving her behind, Getting ourselves better lives, And leaving her to...smoke....herself....to...death," Becky started to sob.
I went over to hug her, whilst looking her in the eye I told her, "Look, hunny, I know it's hard, But remember that she did this to herself. We didn't chose to pack up and move to America, She virtually threw us out. We have told Aunt Sarah about it and she has promised to keep an eye on her."
"Can we come and visit?" She looked hopeful.
"Of course. Just look forward to meeting your idols," I smiled, hoping to cheer her up.
"But they can never be my idols now. That means I fancy my Dad. This whole this is wrong," She started to cry again.
"Noo, It's not wrong. You won't fancy him once you have met him and get to know him as 'Dad', I promise," I squeezed her shoulder and left to finish packing.
***
Two hours later and somebody knocks on the door.
"Hello?" My mum answers the door. 'Oh No' I thought, she sounds high, what if it's a neighbour? I haul myself up off my bed and head downstairs. I pause hesitantly as I see him standing at the door. I spare a few seconds to properly compose myself.
"Erm...Bil..Dad?" My voice was shaky, damn I must look like a right idiot.
"You must be Joanne? Right?" My dad asked.
"Yeah, That's right, it's nice to meet you Billie, can I have your autograph?" I asked.
"Erm, Hunny, I'm your father, Do you really want my autograph?" He smirked.
"Oh...shit! Sorry, this is going to take some getting used to!" I blushed.
Becky appeared out of the kitchen.
