I walk away into the calling black night away from the girl I decided to help. As an afterthought I don’t even know why I helped her, she probably won’t remember who I am even though I have been going to the same appalling school as her for nearing 4 years now. I finally arrive at my car and slip inside, it’s an old four-by-four that smells of popcorn and soda from all those nights me and my ex-girlfriend used to spend looking back out of the dusty roof gazing at the memorising sight of the twinkling stars until the sun rose above the horizon. I start the engine and look up at the stars again. My fringe creeps down my face, covering one eye like a jet black eye patch, so I push it back and start the car. The engine roars as I break the speed limit soaring from block to block, my hair brushing past my face. I feel immune to any sadness and pain; I wish I could go on like this forever not a care at all, only soon I will remember about how life works and that I will need to get up in the morning. But right now, I am unstoppable.
I finally made my way home and step into the warmth of the house I live in. I yell that I am home and run up to my bedroom, where I strip off and throw my clothes to the floor as if they were poker hot, I then hop into the shower to rinse the stench of sweat off my pale and scrawny body. In the shower is where I usually think about life too much, so I push my thoughts away and start humming a Peirce the Veil song. I step out of the warm spray of water because the bathroom starts to get filled with clammy steam. I quickly dry my body and throw a pair of grey jogger bottoms on and dive into my black and white check covered bed. I grab my Mac Book and hide under the covers, blocking myself out the world, scrolling endlessly through Tumblr reblogging pictures of cool bedrooms, band members, internet stars and beautiful sights around the world that I would die for to visit. The internet is such an amazing place. To many people it can be an escape from the cruel world we live in, a way to forget about our own problems by making friends and washing ourselves over with other peoples ‘interesting’ lives. But what they don’t understand is that everyone on the internet has a story to tell. An alarm I set months ago goes off on my phone, saying that I should “Get the hell to sleep” So I decide to listen to the alarm as i believe in fate and slowly drift off into a deep, much needed sleep.
I wake up drenched in my sweat, my dreams were not about fluffy clouds or tea and pancakes, they were filled with dark twisted tales of my favourite bands splitting up and my tumblr account deleted. I sit up straight and look out my window, the bright light floods through my room making me squint my eyes to form crescent moons upon my face. I get up; grab my straighteners and hairspray then head to the mirror to do my hair so it lasts the day. I throw on a pair of ragged skinny’s and a band tee then enslave my arms and upper body in a black hoodie. I grab my iPod and earphones then head downstairs to my car. I drive to the juice bar downtown, where I have to unfortunately have to work on Monday, Wednesdays and Thursdays after school, but since it’s the Saturday I am free of that duty. The bell on the door trills as I enter the shop deafening my ears for a few seconds “Hey Ted! You don’t usually work on Saturday?” Said Mrs Wren, the owner of the juice bar, confused but enthusiastic like she always seems to be. “No, I don’t work on Saturdays, you don’t have the pleasure of being my boss today,” I say jokingly. “Then why do i owe the pleasure of company today,” she says with a smile on her face as wide as the Cheshire cat’s.
“I decided the time was right to try the new Mango'd Juice” I smile back at her.
“At nine in the morning?”
“Why not!”
“Bit odd,”
“Well maybe I am pretty odd…” I say my voice drifting off.
Suddenly the blender/juicer starts whirring, and I realise that the whole time we were talking she has been carefully chopping up the ingredients for a Tangoed Juice. The blender stops and she pours the drink into a fancy paper takeaway cup with a massive logo on it that reads ‘Wrens Juicer’ in neon bright colours. “Have a great day and live life to the fullest Alex,” this time she smiles seriously and hands me the cup. “Thanks Mrs Wren, I’ll try.” I walk out past a new customer opening the door.
My cars almost out of gas, so I park it in a cheap multi-story car park and get out to walk. I walk endlessly round blocks, through alleyways, and down secret lanes. I don’t know where I am so I stop and check google maps. I turns out I walked 6 miles walk in one hour. I decide to get a bus back to the average area where I live and pick up my beloved car another time. The bus ride home is solitary so I get out my iPod and put on some Green Day which comforts me to an extent. The bus soon arrives at my stop so I rush out before the doors close on me and thank the bus driver on the way. I arrive home and take Mrs Wrens advice to live life to the fullest, I need to do something instead of sitting around doing nothing all day, I message the other three guys that make up our band called Plain Affection and ask if they want to have band practice this afternoon. I open my computer and go on msn.
tedthebandfreak_: Band practice?
jack666: k wht time
tedthebandfreak_: now
xxchrisxx: fine.
jack666: c you there then.
_evan_: ‘m cming 2
tedthebandfreak_: see y’all there then.
Our band always meets in a secret abandoned garage down town that we found when we were twelve. We found it when we were walking trying to find abandoned haunted buildings so we could be on a T.V programme called Ghost Hunters. As soon as Plain Affection was made we knew that, it would be the perfect place for band practice, so we fitted a lock on the door gave it a redecoration, now it’s where we practice, hang out and keep our instruments.
I arrive at the garage to find two vans outside and the blasting of drums coming from inside almost blowing the rackety rusty roof off. I stroll happily inside with a spring in my step to find Evan, Jack and Chris setting up their instruments for practice with loud music playing in the background; I start head banging to the song naturally then after few minutes I realise I should stop and help to set up. I grab my sticker covered guitar, sling the thick black strap over my head and plug it into the bright red amplifier so that it will be heard through the crashing of the drums and the strong bass. Chris strums guitar, Evan beats the drums, I play guitar and vocals and Jack plucks bass and helps with the vocals. Our band ispretty crack, we manage to book a lot of gigs at mysterious “Alternative clubs” at the back of alley ways hidden obscurely away from the world for the emo hipsters of the earth that like underappreciated bands that no one has ever heard of. Finally we all are set up and we’re ready to play, ever since the band started we have been doing covers of other songs, simply because none of us are particularly worthy of writing songs for the band. Evan started playing the beat to ‘I Miss you’ by Blink-182, I join in with the guitar so Chris and Jack follow. I start to sing and eventually Jack joins my singing in the background and eventually we are in full song. We finish the song with a loud strum of the G chord and stay silent for 2 minutes for effect.
“That was pretty good,” said Chris.
“Yeah I guess, but we’d be better if we had a female vocalist to support.” Evan adds
“Well that going to be hard, seen as none of the girls even glance our way,” Jack retorts.
“Well actually….” I mumble remembering the other night, thankfully no one detected that I was attempting to say something.
