The book with way too many clichés ✔

punk rock isnt just a scary folk tale told to get children to behave

After immediately running out of the class room the bell rung, signaling the end of the day.

Because apparently today only had one lesson. Which lasted for like 10 minutes.

I ran as hard as I possibly could and after hours of running had finally managed to make it back home.

The house was ablaze with music and when i slammed the door open, panting hard, i saw that the house was filled with people drinking and dancing to the music.

I gasped.

Nial was having a house party?!. I looked around and gasped again, my hand covering my mouth.

What the hell was the time??? I checked the time and none the less it was 7:32pm. An ungodly hour of the night.

I didnt think that Nial would ever have the guts to organise a house party again.

No, Not since the first time.

He planned a house party for his goldfish, Jaws' birthday.

He sent out many invitations, hell he even sent a second round of invitations just in case people didnt receive it first time around. He even went as far as to invite people like Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars, etc.

But everyone refused to come over and Nial spent the night wallowing in self pity on the cold hard ground, listening to Ed Sheeran and cursing the world.

Jaws died that night.

Ooooo! I was so going to tell mum and dad about this!

I was going to be the star child now. Not Nial. Hell if i was lucky maybe they'd marry Nial off to Lachlan Sexi instead.

I was letting myself get a little too excited. I could tell because i looked down and saw i was pressing all my fingers together and saying "excellent" in the exact way that mr Burns from the Simpsons did it.

I snapped out of it and ran up the stairs and into the room i knew Nial and his band geeks were. And of course he and his band geeks were there. Them and a few other people.

"Nial!" I shouted loudly for him to hear me. He instantly made eye contact with me.

"Sister, omg. I swear to god this was all an accident" he tried to make excuses but i had no time to listen. I had to tell him about the inpending threat that i had uncovered today at school.

But when i tried to tell him his expression told me he was bored and obviously not listening to me.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and slapped him but it didnt work. He was too bored of me already.

"NIAL PLEASE YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME. THERES PUNK ROCKS IN TOWN!!! I SAW THEM, WELL ONE OF THEM, AT SCHOOL TODAY" the second the words left my mouth every ounce of sound from the house ceased.

Nials eyes were wide open.

Then he reached his hand back and slapped me across the face.

"Dont. Ever. Say that again!" He said in a warning tone.

"Okay??? Do you hear me? Thats just a stupid fucking folk tail that parents tell-" his voice sounded confident but his arms were shaking "-their children so that they behave! Punk rock doesnt exis-" suddenly liam materialised out of no where and grabbed Nial on the shoulder.

"Shut up and listen for once would you?!" We all stopped and listened and my heart stopped.

The whole house was silent. Even the people down stairs were quiet. All music had ceased. Everything had stopped.

And we listened.

The opening of the front door was heard from downstairs and we all listened in agony as hard footsteps on the floor boards of the stairs creaked under the heavy weight.

"Oh god its them! ITS THEM ISNT IT?!" said a girl sounding voice panically.

We all stared with wide eyes at the door as the door knob twisted.