A lifetime change, chapter 1
I woke one morning to my usual routine. Get up, get dressed, get out. After a quick breakfast of dry toast with a slight smear of margarine spread, I hurried myself out the door...late for school again. I finally get to school only to realize that I have left 3 of my books at home and get detention for it. I manage to stay awake through maths, science and computer studies but 4th period geography I start to fall asleep. Unfortunately I get caught and held back for lunch...20 minutes of hell. Finally after a double-period of Design & Technology (D&T), I get out the Iron Gate that holds us prisoner and out to my mother's waiting car.
Home yet again and I go straight to my computer. Check my mail. Wow... more chain mail...I sign into MSN Messenger only to find someone new has added me. I add them to the 'other' contacts list but they aren't online. I open 2 new internet pages. One for Green Day Authority and the other goes to GSB. All of a sudden I notice the mysterious contact is online. I open a new conversation window and type the word, "Hello?"
A few seconds later a reply was looking straight back at me. Whoever it was they are a very fast typist. The reply said, "Hi there!!!"
I was rather curious so I began to type, "Who are you?" When I noticed they had already sent another message. It read, "Are you Flashley630 on MySpace?"
I was curious how they knew so we began to chat. They didn't seem to like giving out any personal details but they said their name was Billie. I never even thought that it could possibly be my favourite singer from my favourite band. One day he accidentally let it slip that he was 'The' Billie Joe Armstrong. There we were...chatting away and he says something about having to go and stop Tre from falling of Mike's bed. I all of a sudden realised who I had been talking to all that time. The person I had complained about school to. He had even convinced me to send him a song I had written. I thought about blocking him because of how embarrassed I was. But I didn't instead when he came back I told him I knew who he was. He went really quiet, then he went offline. I was positive I had ruined a great friendship but he wasn't being honest. I can understand why, but he was still not telling the truth.
A few months went past and we didn't talk to each other. All of a sudden one day, out of the blue, Billie sent me an email saying that they were coming to Australia for a short holiday and they wanted to meet me. I agreed to see him and he came to visit at a popular ice skating rink near where I live. He was a very good skater and lots of fun to be around. It was easy to see why Billie, Mike and Tre are such good friends. Billie told me all about his 'ingenious' plan to try and track down someone off the internet. It took me a little while to realize that I had never told Billie Joe where I lived. Not even the city. I got a little freaked out by that but was having too much of a good time to care. After about 4 hours at the rink Billie said it was time for them to go to their hotel. I went home and Billie finished off his holiday in Australia. We went back to emailing each other. He kept saying he missed me. Then finally it was my turn to visit him. I finally got a chance to visit America for a 3 week holiday. Billie got really excited, or at least he seemed excited. And then I was on a plane on my merry way.
After 2 weeks in America we finally got to Berkeley. But just as I was about to have one of the best moments of my life, it became one of the worst. We got a taxi to our hotel and on the way it got hit by a truck. My whole family except for me got killed on impact, but I survived. So there I was, alone in America. No family, no friends, no life. What was I going to do?
The moment Billie heard what had happened he came and picked me up. I stayed with them for a month while they decided what to do with me. Billie convinced his wife Adrienne to adopt me, but I refused. Being adopted by them, whilst a miracle, also meant I would have to live in America and I wanted to live in Australia, where I had lived for the last 13 years since I had been born on the 11th of February 1993. I wasn't ready to leave that place yet. So Billie 'escorted' me back to Australia where my best friend's family said I could live with them for a few weeks.
Billie was worried about me though so he bought my house and said I could live there. He put another storey on it and then lots of bands came to stay while they performed at our Entertainment Centre. Simple Plan came to visit a lot. Billie Joe called me every second day and I was home schooled. A lot of my friends came over all the time. And even though Billie wasn't with me, I knew that he had saved me. I had hated my life before. My mum was okay but I hated my Dad and my Brother. Now I was away from them. Around people that were friendly and nice...I did miss my mum though. It was draining me of enjoying life everyday. So I started writing songs again. No one ever saw my songs. They were all hidden away so no one could find them and see how I was really feeling. I went back to the fake happiness that only someone with ADD could possibly have. But I dealt with it. I studied, I tried, and I passed. And it was the same old routine. Get up, get dressed, get out. Except this time I was happier. And I had everything material a girl could ask for (not that I did... ), and I missed my mother but all I wanted was to be happy and I was...who wouldn't be if you were partially adopted by Billie Joe
Home yet again and I go straight to my computer. Check my mail. Wow... more chain mail...I sign into MSN Messenger only to find someone new has added me. I add them to the 'other' contacts list but they aren't online. I open 2 new internet pages. One for Green Day Authority and the other goes to GSB. All of a sudden I notice the mysterious contact is online. I open a new conversation window and type the word, "Hello?"
A few seconds later a reply was looking straight back at me. Whoever it was they are a very fast typist. The reply said, "Hi there!!!"
I was rather curious so I began to type, "Who are you?" When I noticed they had already sent another message. It read, "Are you Flashley630 on MySpace?"
I was curious how they knew so we began to chat. They didn't seem to like giving out any personal details but they said their name was Billie. I never even thought that it could possibly be my favourite singer from my favourite band. One day he accidentally let it slip that he was 'The' Billie Joe Armstrong. There we were...chatting away and he says something about having to go and stop Tre from falling of Mike's bed. I all of a sudden realised who I had been talking to all that time. The person I had complained about school to. He had even convinced me to send him a song I had written. I thought about blocking him because of how embarrassed I was. But I didn't instead when he came back I told him I knew who he was. He went really quiet, then he went offline. I was positive I had ruined a great friendship but he wasn't being honest. I can understand why, but he was still not telling the truth.
A few months went past and we didn't talk to each other. All of a sudden one day, out of the blue, Billie sent me an email saying that they were coming to Australia for a short holiday and they wanted to meet me. I agreed to see him and he came to visit at a popular ice skating rink near where I live. He was a very good skater and lots of fun to be around. It was easy to see why Billie, Mike and Tre are such good friends. Billie told me all about his 'ingenious' plan to try and track down someone off the internet. It took me a little while to realize that I had never told Billie Joe where I lived. Not even the city. I got a little freaked out by that but was having too much of a good time to care. After about 4 hours at the rink Billie said it was time for them to go to their hotel. I went home and Billie finished off his holiday in Australia. We went back to emailing each other. He kept saying he missed me. Then finally it was my turn to visit him. I finally got a chance to visit America for a 3 week holiday. Billie got really excited, or at least he seemed excited. And then I was on a plane on my merry way.
After 2 weeks in America we finally got to Berkeley. But just as I was about to have one of the best moments of my life, it became one of the worst. We got a taxi to our hotel and on the way it got hit by a truck. My whole family except for me got killed on impact, but I survived. So there I was, alone in America. No family, no friends, no life. What was I going to do?
The moment Billie heard what had happened he came and picked me up. I stayed with them for a month while they decided what to do with me. Billie convinced his wife Adrienne to adopt me, but I refused. Being adopted by them, whilst a miracle, also meant I would have to live in America and I wanted to live in Australia, where I had lived for the last 13 years since I had been born on the 11th of February 1993. I wasn't ready to leave that place yet. So Billie 'escorted' me back to Australia where my best friend's family said I could live with them for a few weeks.
Billie was worried about me though so he bought my house and said I could live there. He put another storey on it and then lots of bands came to stay while they performed at our Entertainment Centre. Simple Plan came to visit a lot. Billie Joe called me every second day and I was home schooled. A lot of my friends came over all the time. And even though Billie wasn't with me, I knew that he had saved me. I had hated my life before. My mum was okay but I hated my Dad and my Brother. Now I was away from them. Around people that were friendly and nice...I did miss my mum though. It was draining me of enjoying life everyday. So I started writing songs again. No one ever saw my songs. They were all hidden away so no one could find them and see how I was really feeling. I went back to the fake happiness that only someone with ADD could possibly have. But I dealt with it. I studied, I tried, and I passed. And it was the same old routine. Get up, get dressed, get out. Except this time I was happier. And I had everything material a girl could ask for (not that I did... ), and I missed my mother but all I wanted was to be happy and I was...who wouldn't be if you were partially adopted by Billie Joe
