Penguin (Tom Delonge / Christina Perri)

Chapter 1

(Tom's POV)
I wake up drooling on my pillow.. I'll never know why I do that. But It means I slept good. If you want me to introduce myself or something you'll have to fart on my balls. Don't actually do that... Please... Well my name is
Thomas Matthew Delonge and Im a guitarist in a punk rock band, skateboards and bikes are rad and umm yeah... The end. It's warm today and blades of sunlight cut through my windowsill.

Rancid plays at a low volume on my bed. I turn it up enough to play some real music (not that KIISfm bullshit) for a few of the other foster kids I don't really talk to. My radio isn't bigger than a basketball but I like it. It's been working for a long time. My white strat and Marshall amplifier are propped up against the wall. Looking good as always.

I slide my feet off the side of my bed, and walk to my closet where I have lots of the same clothes, I grab a few things and go into the hallway where there are two pretty big bathrooms about the size of our rooms. The bathrooms are funny because there is a door with a lock on it but the only toilet in there has a stall around it, which could only mean that there was a time where kids who walked by could basically watch you bathe and stuff.

I take off my boxers and step into the tall narrow rectangular box that we call the shower. It's actually built so perfectly for me, I'm 6,4 and the shower head is still above my head! I crank it on and the hot water runs down my face and back, Always a great feeling. I snuck a girl in here once, after I was caught half naked about to get some, a daytime staff would have to sit right outside the door every morning and afternoon while I showered. I start to smile for no real reason in particular. I just feel good and that's all the matters.

...

The cottage we live in, Eagle cottage for the 16-18 year olds is shaped like a T. The long part is the hallway with rooms on both sides of it. A lot of the rooms are not occupied by anybody, Which isn't a bad thing. We have two bathrooms in the middle of it as well. The upper left part of the T is the kitchen with a table and sink plus a few cabinets. The upper right side of the T is the living room where we all sit, dick around and watch sports, which is what i was doing until I saw the clock. Oh shit 20 minutes until school!!!

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"Hey mark wake the fuck up!"
-Climb in- by Rancid plays on my radio as I run into his room turn on his light bite hard on my lip ring and rip a fat fart in his face

"You piece of shit!"

He chases me down the hall in just his Star Wars undies and the overnight staff stops us

"You boys are too much"
Sheila says in her always so sweet voice. Sheila works Sunday's to Wednesday's overnight to make sure we don't fight or run away. Like out of the building and over the fence kind of run away. But why would we!? She brings us toast sticks with cups full of syrup to dip them in, pancakes and Lucky charms strait from her house! If I had to describe her I'd say elderly and a mix of African and Mexican. She's actually a very pretty old lady.

"Sorry Sheila"
I pouted with a smirk on my face. "Mark was getting a little rapey with my bum an-

"Boy you better sit down and shut up if you want food this morning"
She giggles
"Mark, honey do me a favor and wake up the new girl"

I had some cargo shorts and skate shoes on, and of course a green Hurley shirt. Anybody that's knows of my existence knows I wear Hurley shirts.

Mark had some cool denim pants and a Star Wars shirt with Han Solo Luke sky walker, and Princess Leia on the front, it's honestly a pretty cool shirt.

He's talked to me about writing a song with our band blink-182 about Princess Leia. I'm working on the main riff for it.

The mystery girl had a NOFX shirt on, some black skinny jeans, fresh converse and a Red un buttoned
flannel.. She looked good.