Why is life so bad for posers?, chapter 1
(Ok before I begin, the people in this story are real exept Emily Joe. Enjoy!)
She lived just down the road from school, 5 houses actually. Her name was Emily Day, but she loved being called Emily Joe Armstrong. Since her middle name was Joe. Emily lived in Toronto, Canada with her Dad, Step-mom and cat. Suprisingly, she got along with her step- mother better then her real mom.
The first day of 8th grade came. She stayed up all night getting ready. She knew she was hated by alot of people. They called her a poser or a bitch. The only friends she had were on Geekstinkbreath.net. It was nice to be loved at least somewhere.
She walked to school half hour early, not like she enjoyed it, just so she could walk around. All the punks made fun of her. She tried hard to fit in. Dressing in black and red, wearing her eyeliner like Billie Joe Armstrong's. Too bad no one cared. She walked down the row of old houses, she lived here all her life. She smailed up at them thinking maybe this year will be different. Maybe people will stop saying I'm a poser and reporting me to the guidance counselor. Or maybe they will punch me as hard as they can and laugh.
Instead of going to the school, she walked into the garden beside the school. She quietly hummed Geek Stink Breath and stared into space day dreaming.
*EMILY'S POV*
I thought about the few years I had a friend, Amanda. That brought tears to my eyes. Until Anna and Janny turned her into a prep. That was when I wanted to turn punk, but turned into a poser instead. We used to play horses with the little kids back in the day. Now I walk alone. I miss all the fun we had. But it's all over.
I wiped a tear running down my cheek. Then there were the guys. They weren't really my friends, but let me hang around. Now people treat me like shit. Oh well, that's how life is. Might as well live like this.
Then a Black BMW pulled up on the other side of the black fence. He looked firmiliar. "Hi, do you know where Bloor street is?" he asked. I just nodded, I pointed to a road across from him. "Thanks, whats your name?" I knew this man, It was Billie Joe Arsmtrong, My fave guy from Green Day.
"Emily Joe," I said, staring at him wide eyed.
"I take it you know me from the way your staring at me." He smiled. God he was hot. I nodded. "Well, bye," he said driving off. Wow, I just met Billie Joe Armstrong on the first day of 8th grade. I sure had the time of my life for only 5 minutes.
She lived just down the road from school, 5 houses actually. Her name was Emily Day, but she loved being called Emily Joe Armstrong. Since her middle name was Joe. Emily lived in Toronto, Canada with her Dad, Step-mom and cat. Suprisingly, she got along with her step- mother better then her real mom.
The first day of 8th grade came. She stayed up all night getting ready. She knew she was hated by alot of people. They called her a poser or a bitch. The only friends she had were on Geekstinkbreath.net. It was nice to be loved at least somewhere.
She walked to school half hour early, not like she enjoyed it, just so she could walk around. All the punks made fun of her. She tried hard to fit in. Dressing in black and red, wearing her eyeliner like Billie Joe Armstrong's. Too bad no one cared. She walked down the row of old houses, she lived here all her life. She smailed up at them thinking maybe this year will be different. Maybe people will stop saying I'm a poser and reporting me to the guidance counselor. Or maybe they will punch me as hard as they can and laugh.
Instead of going to the school, she walked into the garden beside the school. She quietly hummed Geek Stink Breath and stared into space day dreaming.
*EMILY'S POV*
I thought about the few years I had a friend, Amanda. That brought tears to my eyes. Until Anna and Janny turned her into a prep. That was when I wanted to turn punk, but turned into a poser instead. We used to play horses with the little kids back in the day. Now I walk alone. I miss all the fun we had. But it's all over.
I wiped a tear running down my cheek. Then there were the guys. They weren't really my friends, but let me hang around. Now people treat me like shit. Oh well, that's how life is. Might as well live like this.
Then a Black BMW pulled up on the other side of the black fence. He looked firmiliar. "Hi, do you know where Bloor street is?" he asked. I just nodded, I pointed to a road across from him. "Thanks, whats your name?" I knew this man, It was Billie Joe Arsmtrong, My fave guy from Green Day.
"Emily Joe," I said, staring at him wide eyed.
"I take it you know me from the way your staring at me." He smiled. God he was hot. I nodded. "Well, bye," he said driving off. Wow, I just met Billie Joe Armstrong on the first day of 8th grade. I sure had the time of my life for only 5 minutes.
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