Can't run away forever..., chapter 1
Hi, I'm Jeanette, a.k.a Jay. This is how my story goes...
"And you couldn't even walk straight!" shouted my clearly over-excited friend, Katie, at the top of her voice during break one day. "You are so funny when you're drunk!" she continued.
"I was tipsy!!!" I shouted back. Thank goodness we were in a classroom (it's where we hang out at break because we got permission from a teacher with a purple face!) otherwise I would've died of humiliation if more people heard that. Note to self: never get drunk with Katie again. I mean tipsy! I hated the way people made fun of the way short people can't handle alcohol. That was one of the things that irritated me so much.
We were now in maths. UGH! I HATE that subject! The teacher just goes on and on and on! What the fuck does this mean? I thought.
"Katie, what does number 4 mean?" I asked.
"You take that...divided by that...times that...plus that and you get your answer." She plainly stated as though she knew I was going to ask it and continued talking to Angela. Wow...this helps...I thought sarcastically.
"Do you get it?" she asked.
"My brother could do better..." I replied.
"Then just ask ma'am."
"Why!? If I don't get it in the first place why would I get it the second time round?" I said. No answer. I turned around to see her talking to Angela, she didn't even hear me. Great...
The bell finally went and I started heading towards my neighbor's car (my ride) when Pascale stopped me.
"Dude, you coming to band practice tomorrow?"
"Don't know if my mom will let me..." Don't make me go! Please, I beg you!!!
"C'mon dude! I got some more songs that I want to show you!"
"Okay, at Tiffany's right?"
"Yup, tomorrow after school" she said as she walked away. Great...I'm not even a valid band member and I still have to go...I thought as I got in the car.
Tiffany is the drummer and she is really cool! Pascale is the lead guitarist and the lead vocalist (when she learns how to play her guitar properly) and Katie is the keyboardist. I'm going to be the back up guitarist when I finally learn how to play the guitar or maybe become the bassist. I have to save up for a guitar myself but it's taking to long because I like to go out a lot and that costs.
*flashback*
"Mom, can I get a guitar so I can learn how to play?"
"Okay, we'll have to see."
"You always say that! I told you I wanted to play at the beginning of the year! IT'S JULY!!!!!"
"You'll just start the lessons and then give up again like everything else you do."
"So you don't take me seriously!?"
"No, I'm just being skeptical."
*end of flashback*
It's July and still nothing has been done. Fuck this shit. Maybe I should just be an architect like people think because I'll never make it in a band if I don't get a guitar and soon...I hated the idea of having a boring job. I just don't like it, it's too plain. Plus I suck at school so I worry a lot because I know I'll never be in a band and I won't get a proper job so I'll end up living off people and I really wan't to be independent. Call me pathetic but I have problems and no one gets them. I told my mom and she doesn't get it, neither does my dad or Katie and Tiffany laughed when I told her. I ended up cutting myself because no one understood me. I cut 'J.O.S' into my wrist because that song means a lot to me and I love Green Day, I'm going to meet them one day...I know it....
I was listening to the radio when 'Move Along' by All American Rejects came on and a started thinking. '.....when everything is wrong, we move along.....' played the song.
Maybe I should? I thought.
*9 months later in July, the following year*
I finally got my guitar which I bought myself and have been taking lessons for one month so far! Can't wait till I can play like Billie Joe Armstrong! I thought. Well, I'm only 15 now so I suppose I have time to learn.
*Sunday morning*
"Wake up Jeanette! You have to get ready for church!" shouted my little brother, Michael, into my ear. Can you believe he's 12 and hardly knows how to run a bath or use the internet and asks me how to make oven pies! Anyway...
"I'm not going!" I shouted back. They can't make me go! My rights say I don't have to if I don't want to!
"Come now Jeanette! We're going to be late!" shouted my mom.
"You can't make me go!" I shouted back. I hate going to church. I'm not very religious. In fact, I hate even talking about religions! (no offence to those who are) I got so mad I decided t go to Quartz while they were at church (my mom would kill me if she caught me going-naturally). When I got there I immediately started playing pool. I love it there. It's a pool hall that lets you be free and do what you want. Some teenagers go there to smoke because the don't get busted. As soon as I started playing a group of 3 boys walked in. They were punks dressed in baggy, black, punk clothes and looked about 16. one of them in particular caught my eye.
He had deep green eyes and messy, brown hair. He looks a lot like Billie. Perfect. I thought as I stared on. Suddenly I knocked my white ball off the pool table I was playing at by accident. I was going to get it but the guy got it before me.
"I think you were using this?" he asked holding up the ball I just knocked off. I checked the time and realized I had to get going or I'd be in trouble.
"Thanks" was all I managed to say as I ran out determined to get home before my mother did. As I ran out I could hear one of the of them say, "Dude, you scared her away!" followed by laughter. I couldn't help but laugh to!
*Next year January 17th*
"Happy Birthday!!!" screamed everyone in my ear. All of my family and friends were in my room surrounding my bed. We had cake and I opened my presents and was genuinely having a good time till Pascale spoke up.
"Hey, lets play everyone one of our songs!" asked Pascale so eagerly it was scary.
"Yeah dude! Lets play them one of your songs?!"
"No, I suck."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"You write better than all of us!"
"No, I don't."
"Dude! Just get your guitar and lets play your song!"
"Fine..." I reluctantly agreed
We played one of my songs called 'Flyin outta here'. After we played our first song we heard a window smash and we all froze. I could hear footsteps coming ad falling bits of glass. Oh shit...
"And you couldn't even walk straight!" shouted my clearly over-excited friend, Katie, at the top of her voice during break one day. "You are so funny when you're drunk!" she continued.
"I was tipsy!!!" I shouted back. Thank goodness we were in a classroom (it's where we hang out at break because we got permission from a teacher with a purple face!) otherwise I would've died of humiliation if more people heard that. Note to self: never get drunk with Katie again. I mean tipsy! I hated the way people made fun of the way short people can't handle alcohol. That was one of the things that irritated me so much.
We were now in maths. UGH! I HATE that subject! The teacher just goes on and on and on! What the fuck does this mean? I thought.
"Katie, what does number 4 mean?" I asked.
"You take that...divided by that...times that...plus that and you get your answer." She plainly stated as though she knew I was going to ask it and continued talking to Angela. Wow...this helps...I thought sarcastically.
"Do you get it?" she asked.
"My brother could do better..." I replied.
"Then just ask ma'am."
"Why!? If I don't get it in the first place why would I get it the second time round?" I said. No answer. I turned around to see her talking to Angela, she didn't even hear me. Great...
The bell finally went and I started heading towards my neighbor's car (my ride) when Pascale stopped me.
"Dude, you coming to band practice tomorrow?"
"Don't know if my mom will let me..." Don't make me go! Please, I beg you!!!
"C'mon dude! I got some more songs that I want to show you!"
"Okay, at Tiffany's right?"
"Yup, tomorrow after school" she said as she walked away. Great...I'm not even a valid band member and I still have to go...I thought as I got in the car.
Tiffany is the drummer and she is really cool! Pascale is the lead guitarist and the lead vocalist (when she learns how to play her guitar properly) and Katie is the keyboardist. I'm going to be the back up guitarist when I finally learn how to play the guitar or maybe become the bassist. I have to save up for a guitar myself but it's taking to long because I like to go out a lot and that costs.
*flashback*
"Mom, can I get a guitar so I can learn how to play?"
"Okay, we'll have to see."
"You always say that! I told you I wanted to play at the beginning of the year! IT'S JULY!!!!!"
"You'll just start the lessons and then give up again like everything else you do."
"So you don't take me seriously!?"
"No, I'm just being skeptical."
*end of flashback*
It's July and still nothing has been done. Fuck this shit. Maybe I should just be an architect like people think because I'll never make it in a band if I don't get a guitar and soon...I hated the idea of having a boring job. I just don't like it, it's too plain. Plus I suck at school so I worry a lot because I know I'll never be in a band and I won't get a proper job so I'll end up living off people and I really wan't to be independent. Call me pathetic but I have problems and no one gets them. I told my mom and she doesn't get it, neither does my dad or Katie and Tiffany laughed when I told her. I ended up cutting myself because no one understood me. I cut 'J.O.S' into my wrist because that song means a lot to me and I love Green Day, I'm going to meet them one day...I know it....
I was listening to the radio when 'Move Along' by All American Rejects came on and a started thinking. '.....when everything is wrong, we move along.....' played the song.
Maybe I should? I thought.
*9 months later in July, the following year*
I finally got my guitar which I bought myself and have been taking lessons for one month so far! Can't wait till I can play like Billie Joe Armstrong! I thought. Well, I'm only 15 now so I suppose I have time to learn.
*Sunday morning*
"Wake up Jeanette! You have to get ready for church!" shouted my little brother, Michael, into my ear. Can you believe he's 12 and hardly knows how to run a bath or use the internet and asks me how to make oven pies! Anyway...
"I'm not going!" I shouted back. They can't make me go! My rights say I don't have to if I don't want to!
"Come now Jeanette! We're going to be late!" shouted my mom.
"You can't make me go!" I shouted back. I hate going to church. I'm not very religious. In fact, I hate even talking about religions! (no offence to those who are) I got so mad I decided t go to Quartz while they were at church (my mom would kill me if she caught me going-naturally). When I got there I immediately started playing pool. I love it there. It's a pool hall that lets you be free and do what you want. Some teenagers go there to smoke because the don't get busted. As soon as I started playing a group of 3 boys walked in. They were punks dressed in baggy, black, punk clothes and looked about 16. one of them in particular caught my eye.
He had deep green eyes and messy, brown hair. He looks a lot like Billie. Perfect. I thought as I stared on. Suddenly I knocked my white ball off the pool table I was playing at by accident. I was going to get it but the guy got it before me.
"I think you were using this?" he asked holding up the ball I just knocked off. I checked the time and realized I had to get going or I'd be in trouble.
"Thanks" was all I managed to say as I ran out determined to get home before my mother did. As I ran out I could hear one of the of them say, "Dude, you scared her away!" followed by laughter. I couldn't help but laugh to!
*Next year January 17th*
"Happy Birthday!!!" screamed everyone in my ear. All of my family and friends were in my room surrounding my bed. We had cake and I opened my presents and was genuinely having a good time till Pascale spoke up.
"Hey, lets play everyone one of our songs!" asked Pascale so eagerly it was scary.
"Yeah dude! Lets play them one of your songs?!"
"No, I suck."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"You write better than all of us!"
"No, I don't."
"Dude! Just get your guitar and lets play your song!"
"Fine..." I reluctantly agreed
We played one of my songs called 'Flyin outta here'. After we played our first song we heard a window smash and we all froze. I could hear footsteps coming ad falling bits of glass. Oh shit...
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