2000 Light Years Away, chapter 5
It was so awkward during tea that night I couldn't take it anymore. Amelia was totally blocking me out and didn't even make eye contact with me - unless she was shooting me evil looks across the table. It was horrible. I just couldn't deal with it anymore. I stood up.
"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I said softly. I picked up the tea towel that was laid on the table and threw it at Amelia. Looking shocked, she caught it. "I can't cope with this anymore. I hope you're happy!" I shouted at her. I spun on my feet and marched upstairs and flopped on my bed. I didn't know what to do - scream or cry.
I hate having arguments with Amelia. I used to have loads of arguments with my Mom, especially during high school, and I never really cared if she grounded me or whatever but with Amelia I hate it. It feels like something is really, really missing. I knew that one simple 'sorry' wasn't going to help. Not this time.
But I was a girl of my word, I wasn't going to say sorry. Defiantly not.
After I'd calmed down a bit, and was ready to come back downstairs, my computer made a noise. I glanced over to see an e-mail! I expected it to be from one of my friends, probably Jaydee or someone, but as I went back I saw it was from 'billie_joe_armstrong' I gasped and sat back down to read it.
Hey Adrienne! I got your e-mail off one of my friends, just give him a name and he'll get the e-mail for you. It's kinda creepy but my cell broke (my 8th one this year) so I needed to contact you. Anyway, I've arranged a gig for me & my band, Green Day to play at Florence Cafe, right by your home. Please, please, please be there! It's tonight at 8 until 10 and then I want you to stick around with us for about an 10 or so. Don't tell anyone, especially not Amelia, obviously. Ok, I really wanna see you there, Lots of love as always, Billie xxxxxxxx
Wow! I thought. This is going to be great! Of course I was gonna be there! I went downstairs and told Mom and Dad I was going out with my friends and they let me. I went into the lounge only to be met by Amelia, curled up on the sofa - munching on a huge slab of chocolate.
"I'm surprised you're eating that. You're normally complaining about how many calories and fat that is," I said, sitting down as far away from her as possible.
"I know what's going on," She said blankly, her eyes fixed on the TV.
"Yeah, right," I said.
"It's true. Adrienne, I'm your sister. I'm not stupid."
"You might wanna check your SAT scores before you say that," I mumbled. She ignored me.
"You're going to see Billie. You're going to steal my boyfriend away from me. I was right. This is some sort of sick revenge." Before I could reply Amelia walked off crying. I put my hands over my face and sighed. I didn't care though. All I was thinking about was the concert.
"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I said softly. I picked up the tea towel that was laid on the table and threw it at Amelia. Looking shocked, she caught it. "I can't cope with this anymore. I hope you're happy!" I shouted at her. I spun on my feet and marched upstairs and flopped on my bed. I didn't know what to do - scream or cry.
I hate having arguments with Amelia. I used to have loads of arguments with my Mom, especially during high school, and I never really cared if she grounded me or whatever but with Amelia I hate it. It feels like something is really, really missing. I knew that one simple 'sorry' wasn't going to help. Not this time.
But I was a girl of my word, I wasn't going to say sorry. Defiantly not.
After I'd calmed down a bit, and was ready to come back downstairs, my computer made a noise. I glanced over to see an e-mail! I expected it to be from one of my friends, probably Jaydee or someone, but as I went back I saw it was from 'billie_joe_armstrong' I gasped and sat back down to read it.
Hey Adrienne! I got your e-mail off one of my friends, just give him a name and he'll get the e-mail for you. It's kinda creepy but my cell broke (my 8th one this year) so I needed to contact you. Anyway, I've arranged a gig for me & my band, Green Day to play at Florence Cafe, right by your home. Please, please, please be there! It's tonight at 8 until 10 and then I want you to stick around with us for about an 10 or so. Don't tell anyone, especially not Amelia, obviously. Ok, I really wanna see you there, Lots of love as always, Billie xxxxxxxx
Wow! I thought. This is going to be great! Of course I was gonna be there! I went downstairs and told Mom and Dad I was going out with my friends and they let me. I went into the lounge only to be met by Amelia, curled up on the sofa - munching on a huge slab of chocolate.
"I'm surprised you're eating that. You're normally complaining about how many calories and fat that is," I said, sitting down as far away from her as possible.
"I know what's going on," She said blankly, her eyes fixed on the TV.
"Yeah, right," I said.
"It's true. Adrienne, I'm your sister. I'm not stupid."
"You might wanna check your SAT scores before you say that," I mumbled. She ignored me.
"You're going to see Billie. You're going to steal my boyfriend away from me. I was right. This is some sort of sick revenge." Before I could reply Amelia walked off crying. I put my hands over my face and sighed. I didn't care though. All I was thinking about was the concert.
