I Hate Living With Greenday

Gretchen?

I woke up to my stupid alarm clock beeping. 'Beep, beep beep, Beep!, Beep!, Beep!, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.' "Oh shut up," I muttered, slamming my hand on the snooze button. I guess I can't go back to sleep now. I should really just get rid of that alarm clock. I groaned and started towards the kitchen, bumping into walls as I go. None of the guys were up yet. Of course.

I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down. Had mom overslept? I don't know. I ate and went to check her room. Dad wasn't there (yay) and mom was sleeping on the bed. I noticed her eyes were red and puffy. She probably cried herself to sleep. I remember when I did that. I shook her and told her to start getting ready. I felt as if I, the child, was taking care of mom, the parent.

I went to my room to get dressed. I ended up wearing my baby blue jeans with a grey shirt that had a scull on it and my converse. I loved my converse. Especially since they were black. Black goes with anything.

I brushed my teeth and put my hair into a ponytail, letting loose pieces hang down. I checked the time. 6:50. I had ten minutes to do what I wanted. I put on pandora and stared to listen. It was weird. Pandora never played new songs. They always played old ones. 'Teenagers' by My Chemical Romance (R.I.P) came on when I realized it was 6:58. I told my mom it's time to leave and she nodded. I grabbed my bag and walked out the house.

The care ride was awkward. I decided to turn on the radio to break the silence. "Punk band, Green Day, are in town! They're not in town for concert, but what are they in town for, Josh?" Said the news woman.

"Oh their in town because their tour bus broke down and now they're staying at beloved Elizabeth Jones's house," I can't believe he actually said my mom's name! Doesn't he have to ask? I turned the radio off. I was sick of this. I was sick of popularity. I was sick of living with Green Day.

I know I'll probably regret saying this, but to be true, I hate living with Green Day. They always attract cameras everywhere we go. That's why we never go out in public. I wonder what it would be like if we went in public? I know what I had to do.

"Uh mom?" I asked. She turned her head.

"Yea?"

"Can we go somewhere?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"Well, we never went out anywhere to eat or see a movie ever since they came!" I explained.

"We'll see if they want to," she said.

Finally, we were at school. I checked the time. 7:20. Good. That gave me ten minutes to talk. Unless Mrs. Pear. Ugh!

I walked into class and sat in my seat. Mrs. Pear just stared at me. I looked at her and smiled. She nodded and did her paperwork. I turned to talk to Christian just as Gretchen turned around. Ugh! What does she want now? "Hey," she said.

"Hey bipolar," I said.

"I just wanted to apologize for what I said Monday."

"And what did you say Monday?" I asked, staring at my desk.

"I called you the emo freak and made everyone laugh at you," I was shocked. She was actually apologizing? But I wasn't going to give in that easily.

"What about all the other times?" I asked, "What? You're not sorry for them?"

"Look, can we just start over?" She asked. I was not convinced. She sighed and handed me a flyer. "I'm having a party at my house Saturday. You can come if you want."

"What's the party for?" I asked.

"Just a party. My parents promised not to be super lame." She turned around and stared at her desk. I stared at the flyer and read it.

'COME COME TO GRETCHEN'S PARTY! SATURDAY, MAY 18TH FROM 5:00 TO 9:00. THERE WILL BE DRINKS AND SNACKS. ALSO A DISCO IS INCLUDED WITH OUR PARTY BOAT. HOPE TO SEE YA THERE ;)'

Suddenly, Christian turned to talk to me. "Hey, Nikki-" he said, seeing the flyer, "What's that?"

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him. "Uh, nothing, just a family thing." Wow that was actually a good cover.

"Oh, ok, well I wanted to know if you could help me with math?" He said. I sighed and started explaining the surface area of prisms and quadrilaterals to him. I was almost done when the bell rang. Everyone stood up.

"I pledge allegiance to the the flag of the United States of America. And to the republic, for which it stands. One nation, under God, indivisible with Liberty and Justice for all." I listened to the announcements. I don't know why. I never did any school activity. I guess I was only curious when the principle called Nikki Jones to the office. I wondered what she did? Did she-oh wait! I'M Nikki Jones! I didn't do anything. There were awkward stares from other classmates as I did the walk of shame to the principle's office.

I didn't do anything! Why was I here?! I walked through the doors where Mrs. Wells, the principle, sat waiting on the chair. When you get called to the principle's office you usually come out crying. Now, I'll admit it, I'm not the completely bad type. Actually, I'm kind of a goody-two-shoes. "Sit," said Mrs. Wells. I sat. "Now, Mrs. Terch tells me some interesting things."She said.

"What things?" I asked.

"That at the dismissal line you are back sassing her?" I gulped, "She says when she asked if you know the man, you replied with, 'If I didn't know him, would I be getting in the car with him?' Is that true?" I nodded, "Well, I'm gonna let you off the hook," I was shocked, "Since I know a lot of stuff is going on with the Green Day and...so I'm gonna let you off with a warning."

"Thank you, Principle Wells, you won't regret it," I said, starting to walk out.

"I wasn't done, Nikki," said Principle Wells, "I will only let you off the hook if you can get me a signature from all the members?" Her eyes popped up hopefully. I couldn't believe this. I really hated living with Green Day. I nodded.

"I'll try." I walked out and headed to class to find it was already lunch time. Wow. That was fast. I walked into the cafeteria going to where I usually sit, when a hand touched my arm.

"Oh hey, Nikki," said Gretchen. I rolled my eyes, "Why don't you come sit with us?"

"Why would I wanna sit with you? After all I'm just an emo freak," I said.

"Because I wanna start all over," she said. I could see something in her eyes. I don't know if it was honesty or pity or sympathy or what. I kinda felt sad looking into those eyes.

"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry but i actually have friends that I WANT to sit with so, bye," I said, getting up.

"Wait!" She called out, "You're coming to my party right?"

"I'll think about it," I smirked, walking away.

A/N~

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