"WAIT! You'e My What?!?!?!", chapter 1
It was a normal day, meaning I was lying on my bed listening to one Green Day CD after another waiting for something exciting to happen, but that was highly unlikely to happen considering I live in Dysart.
Dysart is a small town in Iowa with about 3,000-4,000 people that live there so nothing ever really happens. But it's home... a really shitty one if you ask me, anyway I should probably tell you about me not the town I live in.
My name is Skyler Johnson and I'm 16 years old 17 in February which is only four months away. I have dark brown hair... well, I used to anyway I jsut got black and green highlights which cover up all the brown, and I have emrald green eyes, which I have no idea where I get them from because my mom has blue eyes and I've never met my dad. So I think that's enough information for now, back to the story.
I was listening to my Warning CD and the song Misery had just started playing when I heard my mom yelling at someone.
"No! You can't come in here! Get the hell out of my house!"
I sighed and went to see what was wrong. I walked in to the front hall where I heard my mom's yelling coming from and saw something I didn't expect, my mom was trying to keep Billie Joe Armstrong out of the house.
"SHE'S MY FUCKING DAUGHTER AND I HAVE THE RIGHT TO SEE HER!" he yelled. "AND IF YOU DON'T I HAVE FUCKING PAPERS FROM THE COURT THAT SAY I CAN SEE HER!"
I just stood there listening to them fight til they realized I was there.
"Crap," my mom muttered under her breath
"Um... w-what's going on?" I asked
"Nothing," Mom said
"Really?" I asked and Mom nodded. "Then why are you trying to keep Billie Joe Armstrong out of the house?"
"Because I'm your-" Billie started but got cut off by Mom.
"No reason in particular," she said.
"Wait, what was he going to say?" I asked ignoring my mom, mom sighed as Billie aswnered me.
"Because I'm your father and she doesn't want you to meet me."
"Oh, oka." I said, but then it hit me what he had just said "WAIT! You're my what?!"
"Your father," he said smiling.
"Really?" I asked and Mom nodded.
'Huh, so that's where I get my eyes from,' I thought.
"Yeah and you act way too much like him," Mom said.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Billie said.
"It is," she said "'Cause you're an ass."
"And your point?"
"I just said it you're an ass." Billie rolled his eyes as she left the room
"Got a gun?" I asked
He jsut looked at me weird. "No, why?"
"So I can shoot her," I said imitating me shooting my mom, he laughed a bit
"God, you are like me." I just laughed
"Whatever you say dude," I said and headed up stairs with him fallowing me
"So I really don't know what to call you, Billie or dad."
"You can call me dumbfuck for all I care."
"Um, yeah I don't think I'll be calling you that. I think I'll sick with dad," I said and saw a smile go across his face.
Dysart is a small town in Iowa with about 3,000-4,000 people that live there so nothing ever really happens. But it's home... a really shitty one if you ask me, anyway I should probably tell you about me not the town I live in.
My name is Skyler Johnson and I'm 16 years old 17 in February which is only four months away. I have dark brown hair... well, I used to anyway I jsut got black and green highlights which cover up all the brown, and I have emrald green eyes, which I have no idea where I get them from because my mom has blue eyes and I've never met my dad. So I think that's enough information for now, back to the story.
I was listening to my Warning CD and the song Misery had just started playing when I heard my mom yelling at someone.
"No! You can't come in here! Get the hell out of my house!"
I sighed and went to see what was wrong. I walked in to the front hall where I heard my mom's yelling coming from and saw something I didn't expect, my mom was trying to keep Billie Joe Armstrong out of the house.
"SHE'S MY FUCKING DAUGHTER AND I HAVE THE RIGHT TO SEE HER!" he yelled. "AND IF YOU DON'T I HAVE FUCKING PAPERS FROM THE COURT THAT SAY I CAN SEE HER!"
I just stood there listening to them fight til they realized I was there.
"Crap," my mom muttered under her breath
"Um... w-what's going on?" I asked
"Nothing," Mom said
"Really?" I asked and Mom nodded. "Then why are you trying to keep Billie Joe Armstrong out of the house?"
"Because I'm your-" Billie started but got cut off by Mom.
"No reason in particular," she said.
"Wait, what was he going to say?" I asked ignoring my mom, mom sighed as Billie aswnered me.
"Because I'm your father and she doesn't want you to meet me."
"Oh, oka." I said, but then it hit me what he had just said "WAIT! You're my what?!"
"Your father," he said smiling.
"Really?" I asked and Mom nodded.
'Huh, so that's where I get my eyes from,' I thought.
"Yeah and you act way too much like him," Mom said.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Billie said.
"It is," she said "'Cause you're an ass."
"And your point?"
"I just said it you're an ass." Billie rolled his eyes as she left the room
"Got a gun?" I asked
He jsut looked at me weird. "No, why?"
"So I can shoot her," I said imitating me shooting my mom, he laughed a bit
"God, you are like me." I just laughed
"Whatever you say dude," I said and headed up stairs with him fallowing me
"So I really don't know what to call you, Billie or dad."
"You can call me dumbfuck for all I care."
"Um, yeah I don't think I'll be calling you that. I think I'll sick with dad," I said and saw a smile go across his face.
