Blood, Sex, and Booze, chapter 2
As Amy Lee walked home, she shivered as the cold air hit her face. She started to think of what she would tell her parents.
I guess I'm sick again, she thought with a sigh.
Amy Lee was a very rich girl, with a very, very, very, very big, nice house. As she scraped her feet, she called to her mom, "I'm sick." She heard her mom running over
"Are you alright?" she said as she touched her forehead.
"I'm fine. I'm just going to my room," she said and turned to go up the stairs.
Amy Lee's room was monsterful. It was made of three rooms: bedroom, lounge, and a bathroom. She also had a patio with lots of flowers. Her room didn't look all pink and fluffy, though. It was made of black and purple. She often thought she didn't deserve all the nice things she had, but her mom just bought her more. Her mom felt sorry for her. She knew she had no friends. This is why she spoiled her so much.
Amy Lee changed into her pajamas and got in bed. After she slept, she woke up around noon and walked downstairs into the kitchen.
"Feel better?" her mom asked.
"Yeah," Amy Lee said with a weak smile.
"Want an omlette?"
"Sure. Ham and cheese, please," she said with a grin
"You got it."
After Amy Lee had an omlette, she went back up to her room. She listened to music and played her drum set for a while, and then she went on the computer.
She logged on all the messengers and finally, myspace. She looked to see if there was anything new, and she had a friend request. She immediately accepted and looked at the profile. His name was Billie Joe.
How southern.. I thought.
He was 16--one year younger than her.
She checked to see if he had any pictures of himself, and he did. He had spiked blonde hair, and his nose was pierced. He wasn't bad looking. Not horribly cute, but he was alright. She went back to my homepage, and she had a new comment. She checked it and it said:
Hey, nice profile. If you have messenger, you can add me. My screen name is Billersx16. See you later.
Amy instantly added him, and he added her to his list. All at once, they started a conversation.
They had a long conversation, and after a while, they knew almost everything about each other. Amy Lee stayed on for hours talking to him. Soon after that, she went on everyday after school to talk to him. Almost two months, and they were still talking, almost non-stop. One day they decided to meet each other.
Amy Lee sprang up and changed into jeans and a t-shirt to look casual. She put her long, black hair in a high, messy bun and got ready to answer the door. She sat on the couch by the window and glanced out every now and then. Just then, she saw a red pick up pull in; she saw that Billie was driving, but there were two people with him. She realized that they were his two friends--Tre and Mike. She got up and walked slowly to the door.
I guess I'm sick again, she thought with a sigh.
Amy Lee was a very rich girl, with a very, very, very, very big, nice house. As she scraped her feet, she called to her mom, "I'm sick." She heard her mom running over
"Are you alright?" she said as she touched her forehead.
"I'm fine. I'm just going to my room," she said and turned to go up the stairs.
Amy Lee's room was monsterful. It was made of three rooms: bedroom, lounge, and a bathroom. She also had a patio with lots of flowers. Her room didn't look all pink and fluffy, though. It was made of black and purple. She often thought she didn't deserve all the nice things she had, but her mom just bought her more. Her mom felt sorry for her. She knew she had no friends. This is why she spoiled her so much.
Amy Lee changed into her pajamas and got in bed. After she slept, she woke up around noon and walked downstairs into the kitchen.
"Feel better?" her mom asked.
"Yeah," Amy Lee said with a weak smile.
"Want an omlette?"
"Sure. Ham and cheese, please," she said with a grin
"You got it."
After Amy Lee had an omlette, she went back up to her room. She listened to music and played her drum set for a while, and then she went on the computer.
She logged on all the messengers and finally, myspace. She looked to see if there was anything new, and she had a friend request. She immediately accepted and looked at the profile. His name was Billie Joe.
How southern.. I thought.
He was 16--one year younger than her.
She checked to see if he had any pictures of himself, and he did. He had spiked blonde hair, and his nose was pierced. He wasn't bad looking. Not horribly cute, but he was alright. She went back to my homepage, and she had a new comment. She checked it and it said:
Hey, nice profile. If you have messenger, you can add me. My screen name is Billersx16. See you later.
Amy instantly added him, and he added her to his list. All at once, they started a conversation.
They had a long conversation, and after a while, they knew almost everything about each other. Amy Lee stayed on for hours talking to him. Soon after that, she went on everyday after school to talk to him. Almost two months, and they were still talking, almost non-stop. One day they decided to meet each other.
Amy Lee sprang up and changed into jeans and a t-shirt to look casual. She put her long, black hair in a high, messy bun and got ready to answer the door. She sat on the couch by the window and glanced out every now and then. Just then, she saw a red pick up pull in; she saw that Billie was driving, but there were two people with him. She realized that they were his two friends--Tre and Mike. She got up and walked slowly to the door.
