It All Started On a Plane..., chapter 1
As I passed my note to my friend, I watched her expression change from tired to overwhelmed.
My name is Theresia. (Yes it's spelled right.) I have brown just above shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and I normally where black clothes. I passed the note to my best friend, Myra. She's a blonde and has blue eyes. She passed the note to my other best friend, Kelsey. (She looks like me.) We all have something in common; everyone haves us, and we all live in really shitty homes. We all get beaten...a lot. The note that was being passed around the three of us said this:
I think we should run away. Go anywhere, I don't really give a shit. We could all go home after school, grab a back pack full of shit, some money and we could meet at the park then walk to the airport. It's fool-proof! Come ooooonnn.
When they were both done reading, they looked up at me and immediately both had the biggest smiles on their faces.
After school at the park
"Okay guys, let me see what shit you both brought," I said. They both opened up their back packs.
"All I brought was some cloths, money, and music, but I know I brought enough for a ticket," said Myra.
"Yeah, me too," said Kelsey.
"So did I, so let's get goin' before they realize we're gone."
We all pulled out our CD players and were on our way to the airport.
A half hour later
We all skipped into the airport laughing about some stupid joke we made along the way here. Everyone stared at us.
"Haven't you people see happy teenagers before?!" Kelsey screamed. We all lauged.
We all had enough money to buy tickets, but we didn't have enough to sit together. Myra was sitting behind me, and Kelsey was sitting behind Myra. So we were kind of semi sitting together-ish.
On the plane
I put my headphones in and blasted 'The Grouch' by Green Day. Some guy with glasses and a hat got on the plane and sat next to me. Then I saw some other guy with a hat and glasses sit next to Myra. You'd think after 9/11, security wouldn't let such suspicious guys on the plane. But he looked so familiar! I just shrugged it off until five minutes later, when I heard Myra scream. And you know it was loud if I could hear her over my headphones! I looked back to see Myra drooling/screaming at none other than Tre Cool! I knew he looked familiar!! But who was sitting next to me? I sat straight, trying to figure out who he was. Then, he started talking to me.
"Hi," he said holding out his hand. "I'm Mike Dirnt," he said.
"Theresia," I said shaking his hand. That's when it reality hit me. My jaw dropped and I couldn't speak. Then I got really pale and started shaking really badly.
"Hey Theresia, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost," he chuckled.
Myra leaned forward and said, "Come on, don't go all shy now! Tell him you're a fan or ask for his autograph or something!" I gulped.
"So...why were you in sucky old Michigan?" I asked trying to sound casual.
"Tre went to see some of his cousins and he wanted me to come with him. He said they were fun to hang with, but they are all just other Tre's! I mean don't get me wrong, it was fun but 4 Tre's is enough to make a guy go insane!" he said.
"Heh," was all I could manage to say. I was so star struck.
"So are you going to Oakland?" he asked. I nodded. "Why?" he asked.
"Um...just for some...uh...adventure," I lied. I knew he could tell I was lying.
Then there was some turbulence. I grabbed the arm rest and squeezed it. Mike saw that I was frightened so he tried to take my mind off of it by talking to me.
"So, are you a Green Day fan?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah. How'd ya guess?" I asked still scared shit-less.
"I heard 'The Grouch' playing in your headphones and the look on your face when you saw who I was kinda gave it away," he laughed.
By then, the turbulence had stopped. "Thanks," I said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Taking my mind off of things," I said.
"Ah, no problem, sometimes--" he was cut off by Myra trying to talk to me.
"Theresia! I just realized something!" Both Mike and I leaned back to see what she had to say.
"What?" I asked.
"Well actually I just realized two things," she said.
"What!?" I asked.
"You're sitting next to Mike Dirnt!" she exclaimed. Both Mike and I laughed.
"Yah, Myra. I am aware of that. Now what was the other thing that you wanted to tell me?!"
"What are we going to do when we get to California?" she whispered in my ear.
"Oh shit, hehe maybe my plan wasn't foolproof. What's Kelsey up to, anyway?" I asked trying to change the subject.
Myra laughed, "She's sitting next to Billie Joe fucking Armstrong! Can you believe that Green Day is here? Sitting on this plane! With US!" she exclaimed.
"Yup, that's great," I said kinda not caring.
"Jeez what are you so pissed about?!" she asked.
"The fact that we have no place to live!" I screamed. Everyone on the plane stared at Myra and I. A flight attendant came over and asked me to shut up. The plane jolted a little which caused the flight attendant to bump into Mike causing him to bump into me lightly. I winced in pain.
"Oh shit. Sorry Theresia. Are you okay?" Mike asked.
"Um...yeah, I'm fine don't worry about it," I said obviously still in pain.
"Why did that hurt so much? Not to be mean but I only hit you lightly," he said. I didn't say anything. "Theresia," he whispered and touched my arm lightly. I winced a little. He slowly pulled my sweatshirt sleeve up, revealing scars, cuts, and bruises. "Oh my shit," he said. "Who the fuck did this to you?" he asked. No response. "Theresia--" he was cut off.
"My step dad did it," I quietly said.
"What about your mom?! Or your dad!?" he asked.
"He does this to my mom also. My dad died in the 9/11 attacks."
Mike hugged me. I winced a little. "I'm so sorry! He didn't-- he didn't rape you did he?" he asked still hugging me. I didn't say anything, just cried into his chest. "God," he whispered.
"Mike?" I whispered.
"Yeah?" he said.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked.
"If I have to, but other than that, no," he replied.
"Thank you." He didn't say anything, but I felt him hug me tighter. I soon fell asleep in his arms.
2 hours later
"Theresia, Theresia? Theresia!" I heard Mike try to wake me up.
"I'm up! I'm up!" I said.
"We're about to land, hun."
I giggled. He called me hun.
"I need to ask you a question..." Mike said.
My name is Theresia. (Yes it's spelled right.) I have brown just above shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and I normally where black clothes. I passed the note to my best friend, Myra. She's a blonde and has blue eyes. She passed the note to my other best friend, Kelsey. (She looks like me.) We all have something in common; everyone haves us, and we all live in really shitty homes. We all get beaten...a lot. The note that was being passed around the three of us said this:
I think we should run away. Go anywhere, I don't really give a shit. We could all go home after school, grab a back pack full of shit, some money and we could meet at the park then walk to the airport. It's fool-proof! Come ooooonnn.
When they were both done reading, they looked up at me and immediately both had the biggest smiles on their faces.
After school at the park
"Okay guys, let me see what shit you both brought," I said. They both opened up their back packs.
"All I brought was some cloths, money, and music, but I know I brought enough for a ticket," said Myra.
"Yeah, me too," said Kelsey.
"So did I, so let's get goin' before they realize we're gone."
We all pulled out our CD players and were on our way to the airport.
A half hour later
We all skipped into the airport laughing about some stupid joke we made along the way here. Everyone stared at us.
"Haven't you people see happy teenagers before?!" Kelsey screamed. We all lauged.
We all had enough money to buy tickets, but we didn't have enough to sit together. Myra was sitting behind me, and Kelsey was sitting behind Myra. So we were kind of semi sitting together-ish.
On the plane
I put my headphones in and blasted 'The Grouch' by Green Day. Some guy with glasses and a hat got on the plane and sat next to me. Then I saw some other guy with a hat and glasses sit next to Myra. You'd think after 9/11, security wouldn't let such suspicious guys on the plane. But he looked so familiar! I just shrugged it off until five minutes later, when I heard Myra scream. And you know it was loud if I could hear her over my headphones! I looked back to see Myra drooling/screaming at none other than Tre Cool! I knew he looked familiar!! But who was sitting next to me? I sat straight, trying to figure out who he was. Then, he started talking to me.
"Hi," he said holding out his hand. "I'm Mike Dirnt," he said.
"Theresia," I said shaking his hand. That's when it reality hit me. My jaw dropped and I couldn't speak. Then I got really pale and started shaking really badly.
"Hey Theresia, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost," he chuckled.
Myra leaned forward and said, "Come on, don't go all shy now! Tell him you're a fan or ask for his autograph or something!" I gulped.
"So...why were you in sucky old Michigan?" I asked trying to sound casual.
"Tre went to see some of his cousins and he wanted me to come with him. He said they were fun to hang with, but they are all just other Tre's! I mean don't get me wrong, it was fun but 4 Tre's is enough to make a guy go insane!" he said.
"Heh," was all I could manage to say. I was so star struck.
"So are you going to Oakland?" he asked. I nodded. "Why?" he asked.
"Um...just for some...uh...adventure," I lied. I knew he could tell I was lying.
Then there was some turbulence. I grabbed the arm rest and squeezed it. Mike saw that I was frightened so he tried to take my mind off of it by talking to me.
"So, are you a Green Day fan?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah. How'd ya guess?" I asked still scared shit-less.
"I heard 'The Grouch' playing in your headphones and the look on your face when you saw who I was kinda gave it away," he laughed.
By then, the turbulence had stopped. "Thanks," I said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Taking my mind off of things," I said.
"Ah, no problem, sometimes--" he was cut off by Myra trying to talk to me.
"Theresia! I just realized something!" Both Mike and I leaned back to see what she had to say.
"What?" I asked.
"Well actually I just realized two things," she said.
"What!?" I asked.
"You're sitting next to Mike Dirnt!" she exclaimed. Both Mike and I laughed.
"Yah, Myra. I am aware of that. Now what was the other thing that you wanted to tell me?!"
"What are we going to do when we get to California?" she whispered in my ear.
"Oh shit, hehe maybe my plan wasn't foolproof. What's Kelsey up to, anyway?" I asked trying to change the subject.
Myra laughed, "She's sitting next to Billie Joe fucking Armstrong! Can you believe that Green Day is here? Sitting on this plane! With US!" she exclaimed.
"Yup, that's great," I said kinda not caring.
"Jeez what are you so pissed about?!" she asked.
"The fact that we have no place to live!" I screamed. Everyone on the plane stared at Myra and I. A flight attendant came over and asked me to shut up. The plane jolted a little which caused the flight attendant to bump into Mike causing him to bump into me lightly. I winced in pain.
"Oh shit. Sorry Theresia. Are you okay?" Mike asked.
"Um...yeah, I'm fine don't worry about it," I said obviously still in pain.
"Why did that hurt so much? Not to be mean but I only hit you lightly," he said. I didn't say anything. "Theresia," he whispered and touched my arm lightly. I winced a little. He slowly pulled my sweatshirt sleeve up, revealing scars, cuts, and bruises. "Oh my shit," he said. "Who the fuck did this to you?" he asked. No response. "Theresia--" he was cut off.
"My step dad did it," I quietly said.
"What about your mom?! Or your dad!?" he asked.
"He does this to my mom also. My dad died in the 9/11 attacks."
Mike hugged me. I winced a little. "I'm so sorry! He didn't-- he didn't rape you did he?" he asked still hugging me. I didn't say anything, just cried into his chest. "God," he whispered.
"Mike?" I whispered.
"Yeah?" he said.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked.
"If I have to, but other than that, no," he replied.
"Thank you." He didn't say anything, but I felt him hug me tighter. I soon fell asleep in his arms.
2 hours later
"Theresia, Theresia? Theresia!" I heard Mike try to wake me up.
"I'm up! I'm up!" I said.
"We're about to land, hun."
I giggled. He called me hun.
"I need to ask you a question..." Mike said.
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