My adventure with Green Day., chapter 1
Let me introduce myself. Well, I'm Sydney. Intro ends. This story starts when I was sitting on my bed, listening to my iPod.
"Sydney! We're going to Publix. Bring your iPod and come on!" I heard my mom call, right in the middle of American Idiot. Yes, American Idiot starts with an A, iPods organize songs in ABC order, so guess what? I just started listening.
"Okay!" I yelled back. I gathered my Green Day purse, plus my iPod and waited for my mom to get her purse and stuff. She picked up her phone from the counter and headed for the back door. I followed her outside and got in her Mercades Benz 2006. No, we're not rich, snobby jerks. To tell you the truth, the Mercedes Benz must be the most complicated car to handle, and can get on your nerves for more reasons.
I turned off my iPod when I was seated, since I always keep my CD case in my moms car. I popped in American Idiot and started singing along with the beautiful first track. "Syd, would you like your hair done?" my mother asked as she pulled in the gas station, the hair place is only a few blocks away from the gas station.
"Oh, would I!" I answered excitedly. Heh, and I knew exactly what I was going to get. Black frost tips. So after my mom was done filling the car up, we headed to the hair place. As soon as we parked I leapt out of the car and raced to the door. My mom raced after me and we walked in together.
Luckily, there was an empty chair open so I jumped in that one. A nice looking lady with black hair walked up to my chair.
"And what would this young lady like done today?" she asked my mother, since she was standing right next to the chair.
"She wants black frost tips, please," my mother told the lady kindly.
"Okay. I'll get my tools." she smiled. The magazine rack was next to my chair, so I grabbed a Bop magazine. I flipped through some pages, until I saw one titled "Win a week with Green Day!" so I took a look.
"Guess what? Bop is offering a week with Green Day! Win a contest, and you're in for the prize! You have to fill in the form below and send it in to:
Bop mag
404 Ally St.
8800 Hollywood, California
Form:
Full Name:________________ _______________
Age (If under 18, please have parent or guardian sign parents signature)_____
Birthday:___/___/___
Email Address:______________@__________.______
Country:_________________
State:_____
City:_________________ Zip Code:__________
Parent/Guardian Signature:x_____________________
Contestant Signature:x_________________"
Is exactly what it said. I couldn't fill it in there, someone would surely see me. So when no one was looking l ripped out the page and stuffed it in my pocket and quickly put the magazine back.
"Okay! Lets get started, hun," the hairstylest said. I grinned and she began. The process to put black frost tips in my hair took at least 30 or 40 minutes. Not counting washing of course. When the woman was done washing, of course you wouldn't expect her to blow dry, no that was too smart, I ran to my mom to show her. After 5 minutes, someone familiar came in. My coach. This wasn't good because, today was Saturday, and Friday I missed school because I was "sick." Wink, wink. And now I'm up and running the very next day. If you're sick enough to miss school, you probably won't be super better the next day. I hid under a chair until my mom was done making a check and gave it to the woman, then I slipped out the door, telling my mom it was getting stuffy in there.
I pulled out the crumpled form from the magazine and took out my pen to fill it out. Full name. Sydney. No, I'm not telling YOU people my last name, meaning GSBian readers. But I did fill in my last name. Age. 13 years of age thanks very much. Email. Foxy707@aol.com. Country. America. State. FL. And then all the personal info. I finished it. 5 minutes later, my mom came out.
"Mom? Can you sign this form? It's for a contest!" I asked her. She looked it over, as if looking for inappropriate material in a book.
"NO!" she said. I was dazed. What the fuck was wrong with it? Was it contaminated?
"Why?" I asked, bewildered. "Because. Green Day is as inappropriate as is. They might get drunk and offer you some!" she said. I was mad about this. The whole ride back was silent. She apparently forgot all about Publix. When we got home, I didn't even bother to help with grocerys.
I jumped on my bed and sat down to think. This must be the worse day of my life, I thought. I thought about ways to fill that form out. I couldn't lie about my age. If I won, they would see there is no way I'm 18. I called up my best friend, Vanessa. She also liked Green Day.
"Hello, who is this?" I heard her mother ask. "It's me, Sydney, may I please talk to Vanessa?" I asked her. Luckily she knew me, so she turned it over to Vanessa, whom I called "Grasshopper," that's what she decided. She called me "GD," the abbreviation for Green Day.
"Hey, GD?" she asked. "Yeah it's me. I need to ask you something real important. First make sure your mom isn't listening over one of your house phones," I told her. "Nope. What is it?" she asked, kind of whispering. "There's a contest. And if I win I can spend a week with Green Day. The only problem is, my mom won't sign the form. How can I send it? I need ideas!" I said, beggingly.
"Well, heh, that's friggin obvious!" she said, as I was a bit confused. "Well?" I asked. "Pft, sign it yourself!" she said. Of course! I thought. I hit my head real hard so I wouldn't miss any other good ideas that float right past my head.
"Thanks! I didn't think of that! Bye!" I said quickly. I knew exactly what my moms signature looked like, so this would be pretty easy. I signed to look like hers the best I could. My mom was in her room, so I didn't really need to sneak around. I found an envelope and stamp. I signed my signature myself and enclosed it in the envelope. My mom would totally know I was mailing that form if I told her I was going outside to mail something. "Mom, I'm going to ride my bike, love ya bye!" I said super quick as I passed her room.
I ran out the door and raced down my driveway to my mail box. I stuffed the form in and closed the mail box. I decided to sit down there for a while, since I couldn't come back real quick, or my mother would suspect something. Well, there wasn't much to do while sitting, and I was too lazy to get up and ask my mom if I could go over the neighbors house, so I took out my cell phone and decided to call my mom and ask her. "Mom, can I go over the neighbors house?" I asked.
"Yes, hun. Be back by 5:00!" she said and hung up. Wow! She said yes to something! Anyway I walked to the neighbors house. My neighbors house was my uncle, aunt and cousins house so I didn't really need to worry about taking off my shoes or anything.
"Hey!" my cousin said, eye brows going up and down, noticing my hair. She always did that when I got a new belt or something. Either she thinks I'm "growing up," or she really is crazy. She also aways says she hates me 'cause I have a big ass and she doesn't. I also have two bones near my waste that she really wants. She's 15. I wish she could get it herself, ya know, exercise, but then again I like and older person being jealous of my ass and bones near my waist. Hell yeah, I like it.
I walked in. "Hey, uncle Jody, and aunt Susan," I said as I walked by my aunt and uncle sitting on their big ass beige couch.
"Hey!" they both said. I walked to my cousin, Kaylas, room. She's the 15 year old. She followed me and we sat on her bed.
"So, what's up, Syd?" she asked. "Nothing. Do you have anything to do?" I asked, bored.
"No. We can watch TV?" she asked.
"Nah," I told her. I really wasn't in the mood for TV.
To be continued...
"Sydney! We're going to Publix. Bring your iPod and come on!" I heard my mom call, right in the middle of American Idiot. Yes, American Idiot starts with an A, iPods organize songs in ABC order, so guess what? I just started listening.
"Okay!" I yelled back. I gathered my Green Day purse, plus my iPod and waited for my mom to get her purse and stuff. She picked up her phone from the counter and headed for the back door. I followed her outside and got in her Mercades Benz 2006. No, we're not rich, snobby jerks. To tell you the truth, the Mercedes Benz must be the most complicated car to handle, and can get on your nerves for more reasons.
I turned off my iPod when I was seated, since I always keep my CD case in my moms car. I popped in American Idiot and started singing along with the beautiful first track. "Syd, would you like your hair done?" my mother asked as she pulled in the gas station, the hair place is only a few blocks away from the gas station.
"Oh, would I!" I answered excitedly. Heh, and I knew exactly what I was going to get. Black frost tips. So after my mom was done filling the car up, we headed to the hair place. As soon as we parked I leapt out of the car and raced to the door. My mom raced after me and we walked in together.
Luckily, there was an empty chair open so I jumped in that one. A nice looking lady with black hair walked up to my chair.
"And what would this young lady like done today?" she asked my mother, since she was standing right next to the chair.
"She wants black frost tips, please," my mother told the lady kindly.
"Okay. I'll get my tools." she smiled. The magazine rack was next to my chair, so I grabbed a Bop magazine. I flipped through some pages, until I saw one titled "Win a week with Green Day!" so I took a look.
"Guess what? Bop is offering a week with Green Day! Win a contest, and you're in for the prize! You have to fill in the form below and send it in to:
Bop mag
404 Ally St.
8800 Hollywood, California
Form:
Full Name:________________ _______________
Age (If under 18, please have parent or guardian sign parents signature)_____
Birthday:___/___/___
Email Address:______________@__________.______
Country:_________________
State:_____
City:_________________ Zip Code:__________
Parent/Guardian Signature:x_____________________
Contestant Signature:x_________________"
Is exactly what it said. I couldn't fill it in there, someone would surely see me. So when no one was looking l ripped out the page and stuffed it in my pocket and quickly put the magazine back.
"Okay! Lets get started, hun," the hairstylest said. I grinned and she began. The process to put black frost tips in my hair took at least 30 or 40 minutes. Not counting washing of course. When the woman was done washing, of course you wouldn't expect her to blow dry, no that was too smart, I ran to my mom to show her. After 5 minutes, someone familiar came in. My coach. This wasn't good because, today was Saturday, and Friday I missed school because I was "sick." Wink, wink. And now I'm up and running the very next day. If you're sick enough to miss school, you probably won't be super better the next day. I hid under a chair until my mom was done making a check and gave it to the woman, then I slipped out the door, telling my mom it was getting stuffy in there.
I pulled out the crumpled form from the magazine and took out my pen to fill it out. Full name. Sydney. No, I'm not telling YOU people my last name, meaning GSBian readers. But I did fill in my last name. Age. 13 years of age thanks very much. Email. Foxy707@aol.com. Country. America. State. FL. And then all the personal info. I finished it. 5 minutes later, my mom came out.
"Mom? Can you sign this form? It's for a contest!" I asked her. She looked it over, as if looking for inappropriate material in a book.
"NO!" she said. I was dazed. What the fuck was wrong with it? Was it contaminated?
"Why?" I asked, bewildered. "Because. Green Day is as inappropriate as is. They might get drunk and offer you some!" she said. I was mad about this. The whole ride back was silent. She apparently forgot all about Publix. When we got home, I didn't even bother to help with grocerys.
I jumped on my bed and sat down to think. This must be the worse day of my life, I thought. I thought about ways to fill that form out. I couldn't lie about my age. If I won, they would see there is no way I'm 18. I called up my best friend, Vanessa. She also liked Green Day.
"Hello, who is this?" I heard her mother ask. "It's me, Sydney, may I please talk to Vanessa?" I asked her. Luckily she knew me, so she turned it over to Vanessa, whom I called "Grasshopper," that's what she decided. She called me "GD," the abbreviation for Green Day.
"Hey, GD?" she asked. "Yeah it's me. I need to ask you something real important. First make sure your mom isn't listening over one of your house phones," I told her. "Nope. What is it?" she asked, kind of whispering. "There's a contest. And if I win I can spend a week with Green Day. The only problem is, my mom won't sign the form. How can I send it? I need ideas!" I said, beggingly.
"Well, heh, that's friggin obvious!" she said, as I was a bit confused. "Well?" I asked. "Pft, sign it yourself!" she said. Of course! I thought. I hit my head real hard so I wouldn't miss any other good ideas that float right past my head.
"Thanks! I didn't think of that! Bye!" I said quickly. I knew exactly what my moms signature looked like, so this would be pretty easy. I signed to look like hers the best I could. My mom was in her room, so I didn't really need to sneak around. I found an envelope and stamp. I signed my signature myself and enclosed it in the envelope. My mom would totally know I was mailing that form if I told her I was going outside to mail something. "Mom, I'm going to ride my bike, love ya bye!" I said super quick as I passed her room.
I ran out the door and raced down my driveway to my mail box. I stuffed the form in and closed the mail box. I decided to sit down there for a while, since I couldn't come back real quick, or my mother would suspect something. Well, there wasn't much to do while sitting, and I was too lazy to get up and ask my mom if I could go over the neighbors house, so I took out my cell phone and decided to call my mom and ask her. "Mom, can I go over the neighbors house?" I asked.
"Yes, hun. Be back by 5:00!" she said and hung up. Wow! She said yes to something! Anyway I walked to the neighbors house. My neighbors house was my uncle, aunt and cousins house so I didn't really need to worry about taking off my shoes or anything.
"Hey!" my cousin said, eye brows going up and down, noticing my hair. She always did that when I got a new belt or something. Either she thinks I'm "growing up," or she really is crazy. She also aways says she hates me 'cause I have a big ass and she doesn't. I also have two bones near my waste that she really wants. She's 15. I wish she could get it herself, ya know, exercise, but then again I like and older person being jealous of my ass and bones near my waist. Hell yeah, I like it.
I walked in. "Hey, uncle Jody, and aunt Susan," I said as I walked by my aunt and uncle sitting on their big ass beige couch.
"Hey!" they both said. I walked to my cousin, Kaylas, room. She's the 15 year old. She followed me and we sat on her bed.
"So, what's up, Syd?" she asked. "Nothing. Do you have anything to do?" I asked, bored.
"No. We can watch TV?" she asked.
"Nah," I told her. I really wasn't in the mood for TV.
To be continued...
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