Juliet Armstrong, chapter 1
"Wake up sweetie, it's time for school."
"Oh, please don't call me that. You know I hate it," I said and turned the other way and tried to get some sleep.
"I know. That's why I call you that," Billie said and laughed, "Don't you dare!" he continued and shaked me, when he saw that I was trying to sleep.
"Oh, please Daddy. I have to sleep," I said.
"Well you should have thought about that yesterday, and got earlier into bed," he said. I hated when he was like that, it was so much more fun when he just let me do the things I wanted to. But of course, he was my father and couldn't do that.
Yeah, Billie Joe Armstrong is my father. I have a celebrity father. My name is Juliet, Juliet Armstrong and I'm 15 years old. Sometimes it's really cool to live in a family that is known, but sometimes I wish I lived in a normal family. I really love my family, and could never have left them.
Actually Adrienne isn't my real mother. My mom is dead, she died when she gave birth to me. But I really like Adrienne and I treat her like she's my real mom, and she treats me like I'm her daughter. I often think about my real mom though, and are trying to imagine how it would be like if she hadn't died. Daddy says she was a wonderful woman, and I look just like her.
With my thick brown hair and the green eyes.
"Oh, come on Julie," Billie said. "I have to get into the studio by nine. And you have to go to school. I know it's not the same anymore, but you have to try," he said and kissed my forehead.
"Yeah, just give me a sec," I said and got up.
He was the nicest person in the world. I really loved him. He did always take good care of me and my brothers, Joey and Jacob.
I didn't want to go to school. He was right, it would not be the same. My best friend Susan, had died about three months ago. In a terribly car crash, she was the only one that had died. It was so unfair. Her mom and dad were devastated, Susan was their only child. I felt so sorry for them.
I hadn't been at school since she died, I just couldn't do it. I didn't have any other good friends. Well I had some, but nobody was like Susan. I always started to cry when I thought about her. But I had to move on.
I looked at the picture that hung over my bed, me and Susan as little kids. We were playing in the rain, and we had mud all over ourselves.
I laughed and brushed the tear away from my cheek. I got into the bathroom and got dressed.
"How do you feel?" Adie asked when I got down to the kitchen.
"Well, not too bad. I'm kind of tierd though," I said and laughed.
"You have every right to," she said and gave me a hug.
I hadn't slept well in ages. All I could think about was Susan. And I was afraid that more people I loved would die.
I ate some breakfast and got in the car with daddy, Joey and Jacob.
"Take care and remember that if you don't manage it, you can always call me and get me to pick you up," Billie said and smiled.
"Yes. But I think I can do this," I said and gave him a hug.
Here it was. The school. Susan did always meet me with the big tree, that stood right in front of me. Oh God, I missed her so much.
"Oh, please don't call me that. You know I hate it," I said and turned the other way and tried to get some sleep.
"I know. That's why I call you that," Billie said and laughed, "Don't you dare!" he continued and shaked me, when he saw that I was trying to sleep.
"Oh, please Daddy. I have to sleep," I said.
"Well you should have thought about that yesterday, and got earlier into bed," he said. I hated when he was like that, it was so much more fun when he just let me do the things I wanted to. But of course, he was my father and couldn't do that.
Yeah, Billie Joe Armstrong is my father. I have a celebrity father. My name is Juliet, Juliet Armstrong and I'm 15 years old. Sometimes it's really cool to live in a family that is known, but sometimes I wish I lived in a normal family. I really love my family, and could never have left them.
Actually Adrienne isn't my real mother. My mom is dead, she died when she gave birth to me. But I really like Adrienne and I treat her like she's my real mom, and she treats me like I'm her daughter. I often think about my real mom though, and are trying to imagine how it would be like if she hadn't died. Daddy says she was a wonderful woman, and I look just like her.
With my thick brown hair and the green eyes.
"Oh, come on Julie," Billie said. "I have to get into the studio by nine. And you have to go to school. I know it's not the same anymore, but you have to try," he said and kissed my forehead.
"Yeah, just give me a sec," I said and got up.
He was the nicest person in the world. I really loved him. He did always take good care of me and my brothers, Joey and Jacob.
I didn't want to go to school. He was right, it would not be the same. My best friend Susan, had died about three months ago. In a terribly car crash, she was the only one that had died. It was so unfair. Her mom and dad were devastated, Susan was their only child. I felt so sorry for them.
I hadn't been at school since she died, I just couldn't do it. I didn't have any other good friends. Well I had some, but nobody was like Susan. I always started to cry when I thought about her. But I had to move on.
I looked at the picture that hung over my bed, me and Susan as little kids. We were playing in the rain, and we had mud all over ourselves.
I laughed and brushed the tear away from my cheek. I got into the bathroom and got dressed.
"How do you feel?" Adie asked when I got down to the kitchen.
"Well, not too bad. I'm kind of tierd though," I said and laughed.
"You have every right to," she said and gave me a hug.
I hadn't slept well in ages. All I could think about was Susan. And I was afraid that more people I loved would die.
I ate some breakfast and got in the car with daddy, Joey and Jacob.
"Take care and remember that if you don't manage it, you can always call me and get me to pick you up," Billie said and smiled.
"Yes. But I think I can do this," I said and gave him a hug.
Here it was. The school. Susan did always meet me with the big tree, that stood right in front of me. Oh God, I missed her so much.
