Cassie/Lizzi pov:
The next day I was on the phone with Evie. I was sitting on my bed listening to her as she told me about Evan, her new best friend. I was a little jealous but I was fine with it.
"Yeah he's like 11 inches," Evie confirms after I ask a... Certain question.
"Oh. So, I made a friend named joey and he's pretty cute." I tell Evie and giggle. "I know you only mentioned it 40 times." Evie says, I could practically sense the eye roll on the other side of the phone. "hey! He's cute what can I say? And I'm going to jam out in his basement later." I defended myself and twirled my finger around the cord of the phone before my sister, Clara, started banging on my door.
"LIBBY GET OFF THE PHONE I WANNA CALL THE RADIO STATION!" she yells at me through the door. I roll my eyes. "one secondm" I grumble to Evie and cover the phone with my hand. "ONE SECOND I'M TALKING TO EVIE!" I yell to Clara and she continues to bang on the door. "I DON'T CARE IT'LL TAKE FIVE MINUTES." Clara yells at me and I sigh and uncover the phone with my hand.
"ttyl." I grumble, "ttyl." Evie confirms as she hangs up the phone, I slam my phone down and go to the door and open it. Clara was still knocking and leaning on the door so she trips, I grab her by her hair and drag her to the house phone, luckily my mom wasn't home so no one stopped me. I pick it up and slam it against her ear. "call the fucking radio station you goddamn fucking cunt bitch." I tell her and go back to my room with a slam to the door. "rude." Clara mumbles and dials the number. I sigh and go to my desk and start writing in my diary. I liked to do that.
'Dear Diary, November 23rd, 1990. Today I'm going to play some music with Joey, not like listening to music or playing some on the radio but I mean PLAYING music, he's a drummer, it's cute, I- and pardon my French would LOVE♡ to do IT with him. And not for money this time like actually want too, when I'm ready again. And I think this whole feminist punk thing it really cool. Peace out diary('ε｀ )'
(A/N I would like to think the little emoji con and heart I used was her drawings)
I put my pen down and shove my diary back under my mattress I sigh and look at the time. '4:22' I should get ready to go.
I close my door and start getting changed, I never did this anymore I just wore the same shit, I was afraid too.. yeah, get this shit, thee MOXIE PUSSY RIOT who doesn't take any men's shit is afraid of changing herself. I finally get ready, yk my Jnkos, a twisted sister shirt that I washed in my sink a few months ago because the washer broke, eh, haven't worn it so it doesn't count as dirty! Converse, bracelets, and I wore pink socks, fuck off this is MY fanfic I can wear whatever I want! I can even put a banana costume on and you wouldn't be able to do shit about it! Ha! I tie my shoes and open my door back, seems like Clara just wanted them to put hip hop on the radio I groan as i hear it, i look over at her and squint my eyes. "I'm leaving. Mom gave me 3 bucks to give you if you wanna go down to the corner store and get ice or pop or whatever the fuck you buy. Bye." I say as I open the door and leave.
Clara flips me off in return.
God I love my sisters! (Not). As I leave I remember I forgot my guitar, dumbass, I open the door again and run to my room, my guitar is my priority, everything to me, if someone or something happened to it I would die.(A/N foreshadowing..👀)
It's an electric guitar, I have an old acoustic but it's not very good.
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Drugs and Ecstasy (Joey Jordison x OC)
Fanfiction"Am I a whore?" A 16 year old Cassie Bang moves from Outer Banks North Carolina to Des Moines Iowa, and she tries to solve the problems of misogyny at her new school while also dealing with her home life and drug problems. She also faces the problem...
