Death cannot be trusted (a Kurt Cobain story)

Smells like teen sadness

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous. Here we are now, entertain us. I feel stupid and contagious. Here we are now, entertain us."
The song I heard a million times blasted through my speakers. Probably my favorite song ever. It was "Smells like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana. Nirvana was/is/and always will be my favorite band. I have all of their albums in both cd and vinyl form. Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic, and Dave Grohl are the most amazing people are the planet. Even though Kurt Cobain is dead, I still love him. I feel like we're connected on a spiritual level, ya know?
"OLIVIA! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!"
I sigh dramatically as I make my way down the stairs. The person responsible for my birth, my mother, always had something to yell at me for. "Olivia do this," or "Olivia do that," or "Olivia, why haven't you done this?" She refused to call me by my nickname, Liv, which made me hate her even more. She said I was being too "rebellious" and "not being appreciative of my name." Whatever. It's not like it matters. When we die, no one cares about our names. I'll be so glad when I join Kurt in the afterworld. Just me, him, and no sick mother.
"Explain this." She said with a demanding tone. She slid a white piece of paper across the countertop. At the top it read "To the parent(s)/guardian of Olivia Perry:" which was only the beginning of this depressing letter. "What is it?" I innocently asked. She scoffed, "Like you don't know. It's a letter saying you got into a fight at school today And you have three days of suspension." Oh crap. I was hoping she wouldn't find out about this. Yes, it's true: I did get into a fight today. Only because she hit me first. "Young lady, is this true?" I gulped loudly before nodding suddenly. She sucked her teeth and grabbed the counter like she was about to smack me. I knew she wasn't going to though. She knows that I would run away like I have in the past. "You are grounded for the three days you are here, plus two months after that." I nodded and walked back upstairs.

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I sat on the balcony looking at the stars. I lit up a cigarette and began my daily stargaze. As I looked up at the stars I thought, "Kurt, I can't wait to be with you." I put out my cigarette and fell asleep on a balcony chair as "In Bloom" played softly from my room.