The Punk Rocker

Bruce and Michael

* it was dark in the room, bars lined the sides of her bed, she gripped them hard, trying to see out of the door which stood ajar. There was a dim artificial light shining through from it. The sound of the next clap of thunder seemed twice as loud and twice as terrifying for some reason. Fear rippled through her and Evie opened her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She heard the sound of a small child crying loudly,  and realised it was her making that noise. Her father made a sudden appearance outside her door, dragging a massive load of something that seemed quite heavy, but was nearly impossible to see in the dim light.

"Dadda?" The voice of the child resonated through her own throat.

"Go back to sleep, Evie. It's only the thunder." He seemed impatient, but he also seemed sober, which was unheard of in the father Evie now knew.

"Where's mummy?" Evie asked,

"She's asleep, so shhh!" Her father replied, then continued to drag the heavy thing along,  all the way out of sight. Evie layed down, feeling unsure, and tried to go back to sleep...*

She shot up, breathing heavily and blinking through the darkness. She'd had the dream many times, especially if she felt afraid. Evie didn't know what any of it meant, really, she thought her being afraid of thunderstorms might have something to do with it. A fear that had been there as long as she could remember and was unexplainable and irrational.

She layed down and tried to sleep again,  but she couldn't do it. She layed with her eyes shut until the sun shone through the gaps in her curtains and she continued trying for hours after that until her alarm finally sounded. She was fatigued now, but jumped up and turned off her alarm.

She began to get ready for school. It was a dull, grey Wednesday morning, the sun hidden by a blanket of dark clouds. Evie looked herself up and down in the mirror, thinking about which version of the school uniform she should wear. It was always white top, black bottoms and a jacket of your own choice, she laid out what she had on her bed.

There was a white blouse with either a skirt or pants. She had her regular short skirt, some tracksuit pants, black jeans or black tights. She thought for a moment, and then put on the jeans, seeing that it was clouded over and cold, and because she knew Michael would really appreciate them. She put on her white bra and her blouse, then began to decide on a jacket. Settling for a fitted black leather jacket with a pink lining and the word 'beauty' written in hot pink running writing across the back of it, Evie then applied bright red lip liner and some lip gloss and dark eyeshadow. She also put on black eye liner and mascara. She fluffed up her blond hair and curled it. Looking in the mirror, she liked what she saw, but also realised she wasn't looking very in trend or even like herself. Normally, she wore delicate things and light colours. She supposed that the dream last night had put her in this mood, and proceeded downstairs. Once her bag was packed and she'd eaten breakfast, Evie made her way out the door, Janie in her usual dark hoodie and black jeans with the headband on her head and grubby 'converse' style sneakers walking beside her.

"Woah, Evie. Has Michael warped you or something?" She exclaimed, referring to her new fashion choices.

"Just in the mood." She shrugged one shoulder.

Making it to the bus stop, they stood in wait. Michael's skateboard soon skidded to a stop alongside them.

"Hey girls." He greeted them, leaning in and kissing Evie,

"What are you wearing?!" He exclaimed, walking around her, "I like it!"

"Thanks." She smiled,

"Waaay better then your stupid girly girl shit." He told her,

"Michael!" She shrieked.

"What?- I mean sure your arse looked great in that skirt, but the daddy's little angel aura you let off was getting quite tiresome." Michael commented offhandedly,