Deadbeat Holiday., chapter 1
Well, about me: my name is Laura Grunsell, I live in Australia, and I'm a punk rocker...well, I'm told that I am. I play the drums every spare chance I get, and as you could have probably guessed, I am obsessed with Green Day.
About two years ago I heard a song that changed my life, as corny as it sounds, "Holiday." It kinda set me free and into a world of obsessing over Green Day. Now in the present, I know all of their old songs, and I can relate to one in particular, "Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?"
Not because I'm lazy or anything, but it makes sense, or it defines me in a way.
Anyway.
I'm here lying on the lounge, tapping my drum sticks on the floor. I don't have a drum kit because my parents are concerned about the noise level and about the neighbors complaining, not that I can understand the neighbors; they speak a whole different language.
I started to drum the beat to "Ha Ha You're Dead" when my mobile rang, "This is the dawning of the rest of our lives, ON HOLIDAY!"
"Yes, Morreh's house of dominatrix pain here, head mistress Morreh at your service, how may I help you?" I chirp into the phone.
"Dammit Morreh, do you have to say that every time you answer the phone?" my friend, Hannah, or Rebel said.
"Quite clearly, it is necessary," I replied smugly.
"Um...yeah sure. Guess what?" she asked.
"Your brother fucked a sponge?" I guessed.
"I wouldn't be surprised...but no, keep guessing!" she said.
"Meh! Just tell me already!" I winged.
"Alright...I'm going to Sydney!" she yelled.
I thrust the phone a meter away from my ear, then yelled, "Woooooooooot! Fan-fucking-tastic!" She laughed.
"So when are you coming to Sydney?" I asked.
"In a few weeks," she replied.
"Sweet. I may have a drum kit then!" I said with enthusiasm.
"Bleaugh..." she said.
"What?" I asked.
"Shit head rooted my hamster," she replied.
"No! Not hamtaro!" I laughed.
"Anyways, I gotta let you go now. Message me when you get the kit, okay?" she said.
"Yeah, fair enough, talk to ya later," I replied.
I hung up and put my phone on the table and made my way to my room to get changed.
When I was done, I picked up my mp3 player and went for a walk outside my house. I was lip-synching the words to "Best Of You," by the Foo Fighters, when a car pulled up on the path beside my house.
I looked over my shoulder to see a man walk to my front door and leave a note, then drive away. I continued to walk, hoping he didn't see me exit the house and decide to stalk me. Thankfully he didn't.
I got home about an hour later to see my mother in tears, sitting on the lounge.
"Hey mum...what happened?" I asked, my voice filled with worry.
"Oh...nothing, just something at work, nothing serious," she said.
"Mum...you are crying, obviously something's up," I said sternly.
"It's nothing!" she insisted.
"Alright...you suck at lying," I muttered under my breath.
"Oh, Laura?" she asked.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I know how you've always wanted a drum kit..." she trailed off and looked at the paper in her hand.
"Um, yeah, don't worry, I get it, it's too expensive and loud," I said.
"Oh no. You don't have to worry, I got child support--" she stopped in mid-sentence and corrected herself.
"I got a grant from the government, and it's enough money to buy an acoustic kit with silencers," she quickly said.
"What the fuck?! Really?!" I knew my voice was shrill, but I didn't care! I'd wanted a kit for years!
"Laura! Don't swear! And yes, I have the money for a kit," she said.
"You fucking rock!" I yelled, then hugged her. I think she stopped crying then.
She chuckled. "Don't worry about it," she said.
I left the lounge room, doing my happy dance, then I messaged Rebel.
Heyo Rebel, I'm getting a fucking drum kit!
WOOT!
<3 Morreh.
About an hour later, I looked at the clock it read 9:30 P.M. So I had a shower and went to sleep.
*The next day*
"I...wanna fuck a dog in the ass...(he wants to fuck a dog in the ass), I wanna fuck a fucking dog...in the ass, that's right kids!" I shut off my alarm and stretched in my bed. I looked around the room; every inch of it was covered in posters that I both made and bought.
The poster I am most proud of is the one that says, "Billie Joe Is NOT The Only Member of Green Day!" I love it...
About twenty minutes later, I walked downstairs to have breakfast. I searched in the cupboards for about five minutes, then gave up and went back up to my room, unsatisfied.
I quickly changed into my uniform which was a blue shirt and green pants, then made my way outside to the bus stop.
The bus came shortly after I arrived, and I sat down. I wasn't aware, but the guy who I had a crush on, also being my friend, sat down next to me.
"Hey Morreh," Steve-o said.
"Heyo Steve-o, how's life treating you?" I asked.
"Fine, fine, well not fine," he answered.
"Why not? Whats up?" I said.
"Well...I'm...I'm...moving..." he said slowly.
I felt like my heart had been squashed by a fucking crater and cut up into a million pieces.
"What the fuck?! Why?!" I didn't mean to sound so high-pitched, but I did anyway.
"My parents got a job transfer to the other side of the country," he said glumly.
"But...you can't go..." I said; I was in tears by now.
"Sorry, Morreh. Times change, and people have to as well," he answered as the bus slowed to a halt.
Steve-o got off the bus and left me alone.
"What in the name of fuck did he mean? 'Times change, and people do too'?" I grunted angrily.
I rolled my eyes and stormed off to class to be greeted by my awesome friend, Sarah.
"Hello, Morreh person," she greeted.
I didn't reply, I just grunted.
"Shit. Whats wrong?" she asked.
Still I didn't reply, I just slunk down the wall and burst into tears yet again.
"Steve-o..." she mumbled.
I looked up and tried to blink my tears away. There he was, he was the only person ever to be on my mind, and now he's going. Steve-o said nothing, he just handed me a piece of paper and left the room.
Another Turning Point
A Fork Stuck In the Road
Time Grabs You by the Wrist
Directs You Where to Do
So Make the Best of This Test
And Don't Ask Why
It's Not a Question
But A Lesson Learned In Time
It's Something Unpredictable
But In the End Is Right
I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life
So Take the Photographs
And Still Frames In Your Mind
Hang It on a Shelf
Of Good Health and Good Time
Tattoos of Memories
And Dead Skin On Trial
For What It's Worth
It Was Worth All The While
It's Something Unpredictable
But In the End Is Right
I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life
It's Something Unpredictable
But In the End Is Right
I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life
It's Something Unpredictable
But In the End Is Right
I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life
Morreh, I'm not blind, I'm not stupid, and I know that you like me. But you've waited around and done nothing for far too long. I'm going and I probably won't be back...ever...too bad.
-Steve Gronth.
My eye twitched, and I ran out of the classroom in search of Steve-o. I checked everywhere in the school until I got a text message:
Don't try to look, I'm on my way to the airport, I'm changing my number...and everything else. You'll find someone.
-Steve-o xoxo
I fell lifelessly to the ground; all was lost, or so I thought.
About two years ago I heard a song that changed my life, as corny as it sounds, "Holiday." It kinda set me free and into a world of obsessing over Green Day. Now in the present, I know all of their old songs, and I can relate to one in particular, "Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?"
Not because I'm lazy or anything, but it makes sense, or it defines me in a way.
Anyway.
I'm here lying on the lounge, tapping my drum sticks on the floor. I don't have a drum kit because my parents are concerned about the noise level and about the neighbors complaining, not that I can understand the neighbors; they speak a whole different language.
I started to drum the beat to "Ha Ha You're Dead" when my mobile rang, "This is the dawning of the rest of our lives, ON HOLIDAY!"
"Yes, Morreh's house of dominatrix pain here, head mistress Morreh at your service, how may I help you?" I chirp into the phone.
"Dammit Morreh, do you have to say that every time you answer the phone?" my friend, Hannah, or Rebel said.
"Quite clearly, it is necessary," I replied smugly.
"Um...yeah sure. Guess what?" she asked.
"Your brother fucked a sponge?" I guessed.
"I wouldn't be surprised...but no, keep guessing!" she said.
"Meh! Just tell me already!" I winged.
"Alright...I'm going to Sydney!" she yelled.
I thrust the phone a meter away from my ear, then yelled, "Woooooooooot! Fan-fucking-tastic!" She laughed.
"So when are you coming to Sydney?" I asked.
"In a few weeks," she replied.
"Sweet. I may have a drum kit then!" I said with enthusiasm.
"Bleaugh..." she said.
"What?" I asked.
"Shit head rooted my hamster," she replied.
"No! Not hamtaro!" I laughed.
"Anyways, I gotta let you go now. Message me when you get the kit, okay?" she said.
"Yeah, fair enough, talk to ya later," I replied.
I hung up and put my phone on the table and made my way to my room to get changed.
When I was done, I picked up my mp3 player and went for a walk outside my house. I was lip-synching the words to "Best Of You," by the Foo Fighters, when a car pulled up on the path beside my house.
I looked over my shoulder to see a man walk to my front door and leave a note, then drive away. I continued to walk, hoping he didn't see me exit the house and decide to stalk me. Thankfully he didn't.
I got home about an hour later to see my mother in tears, sitting on the lounge.
"Hey mum...what happened?" I asked, my voice filled with worry.
"Oh...nothing, just something at work, nothing serious," she said.
"Mum...you are crying, obviously something's up," I said sternly.
"It's nothing!" she insisted.
"Alright...you suck at lying," I muttered under my breath.
"Oh, Laura?" she asked.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I know how you've always wanted a drum kit..." she trailed off and looked at the paper in her hand.
"Um, yeah, don't worry, I get it, it's too expensive and loud," I said.
"Oh no. You don't have to worry, I got child support--" she stopped in mid-sentence and corrected herself.
"I got a grant from the government, and it's enough money to buy an acoustic kit with silencers," she quickly said.
"What the fuck?! Really?!" I knew my voice was shrill, but I didn't care! I'd wanted a kit for years!
"Laura! Don't swear! And yes, I have the money for a kit," she said.
"You fucking rock!" I yelled, then hugged her. I think she stopped crying then.
She chuckled. "Don't worry about it," she said.
I left the lounge room, doing my happy dance, then I messaged Rebel.
Heyo Rebel, I'm getting a fucking drum kit!
WOOT!
<3 Morreh.
About an hour later, I looked at the clock it read 9:30 P.M. So I had a shower and went to sleep.
*The next day*
"I...wanna fuck a dog in the ass...(he wants to fuck a dog in the ass), I wanna fuck a fucking dog...in the ass, that's right kids!" I shut off my alarm and stretched in my bed. I looked around the room; every inch of it was covered in posters that I both made and bought.
The poster I am most proud of is the one that says, "Billie Joe Is NOT The Only Member of Green Day!" I love it...
About twenty minutes later, I walked downstairs to have breakfast. I searched in the cupboards for about five minutes, then gave up and went back up to my room, unsatisfied.
I quickly changed into my uniform which was a blue shirt and green pants, then made my way outside to the bus stop.
The bus came shortly after I arrived, and I sat down. I wasn't aware, but the guy who I had a crush on, also being my friend, sat down next to me.
"Hey Morreh," Steve-o said.
"Heyo Steve-o, how's life treating you?" I asked.
"Fine, fine, well not fine," he answered.
"Why not? Whats up?" I said.
"Well...I'm...I'm...moving..." he said slowly.
I felt like my heart had been squashed by a fucking crater and cut up into a million pieces.
"What the fuck?! Why?!" I didn't mean to sound so high-pitched, but I did anyway.
"My parents got a job transfer to the other side of the country," he said glumly.
"But...you can't go..." I said; I was in tears by now.
"Sorry, Morreh. Times change, and people have to as well," he answered as the bus slowed to a halt.
Steve-o got off the bus and left me alone.
"What in the name of fuck did he mean? 'Times change, and people do too'?" I grunted angrily.
I rolled my eyes and stormed off to class to be greeted by my awesome friend, Sarah.
"Hello, Morreh person," she greeted.
I didn't reply, I just grunted.
"Shit. Whats wrong?" she asked.
Still I didn't reply, I just slunk down the wall and burst into tears yet again.
"Steve-o..." she mumbled.
I looked up and tried to blink my tears away. There he was, he was the only person ever to be on my mind, and now he's going. Steve-o said nothing, he just handed me a piece of paper and left the room.
Another Turning Point
A Fork Stuck In the Road
Time Grabs You by the Wrist
Directs You Where to Do
So Make the Best of This Test
And Don't Ask Why
It's Not a Question
But A Lesson Learned In Time
It's Something Unpredictable
But In the End Is Right
I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life
So Take the Photographs
And Still Frames In Your Mind
Hang It on a Shelf
Of Good Health and Good Time
Tattoos of Memories
And Dead Skin On Trial
For What It's Worth
It Was Worth All The While
It's Something Unpredictable
But In the End Is Right
I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life
It's Something Unpredictable
But In the End Is Right
I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life
It's Something Unpredictable
But In the End Is Right
I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life
Morreh, I'm not blind, I'm not stupid, and I know that you like me. But you've waited around and done nothing for far too long. I'm going and I probably won't be back...ever...too bad.
-Steve Gronth.
My eye twitched, and I ran out of the classroom in search of Steve-o. I checked everywhere in the school until I got a text message:
Don't try to look, I'm on my way to the airport, I'm changing my number...and everything else. You'll find someone.
-Steve-o xoxo
I fell lifelessly to the ground; all was lost, or so I thought.
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