Teenagers, chapter 1
"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me..." muttered my mom.
"Yeah?" I questioned sarcaticly. Boy, did I regret that.
"Excuse me young lady?"
"Ummmm..... nothing." I ran up to my bedroom and quickly dashed inside. I couldn't beleive I had just done that. To my own mother. I questioned my OWN MOTHER for God's sake. She told me never to do that, but all I see is other kids my age doing it. They don't listen to their mother or fathers, so why why should I? I always listen to her. Why do I always listen to my mother?
Anyway, I looked over at my rack of CD's. Some Clash, The Who, The Ramones, Green Day, and MCR. All the bands that my mom didn't aprove of. I once told her that life isn't worth living if you can't even live. I got a good one for that. Yeah.... she beats me. She said that's how they did it 'back in the day' and that 'all good children turn out right once they get a good teaching'. I didn't believe one word she said. I say all children turn out right if their parents love them, and if not their parents, someone else.
My thoughts then got inturrepted by a loud banging. "OPEN UP THAT DOOR THIS INSTANT YOUNG LADY! YOU NEED A TEACHING!" I heard my mother's voice say a bit raspy and muffled. I couldn't take this any more. I'm not a real teenager. I'm leaving!
I grabbed my backpack and packed some clothes in it. "I'M GOING TO TAKE DOWN THIS DOOR IF YOU DON'T OPEN IT UP SOON!!!!" I packed even faster. My mom was petit, but she was a beast once you got her mad, and I was only making it worse.
I looked at my CD rack and quicky took out all of them and stuffed them in one of the pockets and zipped it up. Finally I went over to my bed and grabbed my blankie... yes, I have a blankie, now shut up. Yeah.... so I went under my bed and got out a silver box with a dent right on the side. It was filled with all of my most prized things. Pictures of my friends and I at school and doing other thins.... while my mom was there because she didn't trust me, the bitch. So like I said, I had everything I needed in that box. I had $3,328.67 in there right up to the penny. I had saved it for the day I would need it, and I need it now. I even had a picture of my dad in the box, but my mom said that he left because he was scared and didn't love me or my mom. I guess that's why she protects me so much from the evils of the world. Hey, I wouldn't want my daughter to get knocked up at the age of 15 either.
I was almost out of the window but I forgot one of the most important things. My guitar. I quickly grabbed my Fender Strat and climbed out of the window onto the roof. Yeah, my mom was REALLLL smart. Ha, let's put a roof near all the windows on the top floor! My daughter won't break out or anything rebellious like that since I'm such a good parent!
I love to mock my mother.... inside my head. I wouldn't have the guts to say that around her.
Once I climbed down the side of the house, I ran. I ran until I couldn't run anylonger. I ran until a friggen cop car pulled up besude me. Shit.
"Yeah?" I questioned sarcaticly. Boy, did I regret that.
"Excuse me young lady?"
"Ummmm..... nothing." I ran up to my bedroom and quickly dashed inside. I couldn't beleive I had just done that. To my own mother. I questioned my OWN MOTHER for God's sake. She told me never to do that, but all I see is other kids my age doing it. They don't listen to their mother or fathers, so why why should I? I always listen to her. Why do I always listen to my mother?
Anyway, I looked over at my rack of CD's. Some Clash, The Who, The Ramones, Green Day, and MCR. All the bands that my mom didn't aprove of. I once told her that life isn't worth living if you can't even live. I got a good one for that. Yeah.... she beats me. She said that's how they did it 'back in the day' and that 'all good children turn out right once they get a good teaching'. I didn't believe one word she said. I say all children turn out right if their parents love them, and if not their parents, someone else.
My thoughts then got inturrepted by a loud banging. "OPEN UP THAT DOOR THIS INSTANT YOUNG LADY! YOU NEED A TEACHING!" I heard my mother's voice say a bit raspy and muffled. I couldn't take this any more. I'm not a real teenager. I'm leaving!
I grabbed my backpack and packed some clothes in it. "I'M GOING TO TAKE DOWN THIS DOOR IF YOU DON'T OPEN IT UP SOON!!!!" I packed even faster. My mom was petit, but she was a beast once you got her mad, and I was only making it worse.
I looked at my CD rack and quicky took out all of them and stuffed them in one of the pockets and zipped it up. Finally I went over to my bed and grabbed my blankie... yes, I have a blankie, now shut up. Yeah.... so I went under my bed and got out a silver box with a dent right on the side. It was filled with all of my most prized things. Pictures of my friends and I at school and doing other thins.... while my mom was there because she didn't trust me, the bitch. So like I said, I had everything I needed in that box. I had $3,328.67 in there right up to the penny. I had saved it for the day I would need it, and I need it now. I even had a picture of my dad in the box, but my mom said that he left because he was scared and didn't love me or my mom. I guess that's why she protects me so much from the evils of the world. Hey, I wouldn't want my daughter to get knocked up at the age of 15 either.
I was almost out of the window but I forgot one of the most important things. My guitar. I quickly grabbed my Fender Strat and climbed out of the window onto the roof. Yeah, my mom was REALLLL smart. Ha, let's put a roof near all the windows on the top floor! My daughter won't break out or anything rebellious like that since I'm such a good parent!
I love to mock my mother.... inside my head. I wouldn't have the guts to say that around her.
Once I climbed down the side of the house, I ran. I ran until I couldn't run anylonger. I ran until a friggen cop car pulled up besude me. Shit.
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