My new life... [Green Day fanfic.]

Chapter 1

It was a monday like every other - my friend and I met at our metro station and then drove to school, being tired and unmotivated.

We were living in Vienna, Austria. For a small country like Austria, it's a big city. But compared to NY or LA, it's like a dump at a soccer stadium.

Like every morning, we didn't take the tram - first, because it was only one short station and second, she wanted to burn a cigarette. She was already 16, so she was allowed to drink beer and smoke cigs in Austria, but I was still 15 aaannnddd I didn't really care. So I did it too.

It was really quiet between us, because we were so tired, until I noticed a Green Day song blasting out of her headphones. It was 'Wake Me Up When September Ends'. I showed it to her a few days ago and now felt this 'my work here seems to be done'-feeling.

"New shirt?" She asked me.

"Yeah. Bought it yesterday."

"I'm really sorry 'bout the tour-shirt I burned a hole into," she said laughing. I had to laugh, too. She burnt something 'bout a week ago a hole into my 'Green Day Tour 2012'  tee. She fell down with a cig in her hand.

We had to move fast, because it started to rain. Of course -me being me - I slipped with my Docs (I've got no idea, why my Doc Martens are so slippy) and fell right into a puddle of mudd. Hahaha, puddle of mud, just like the band, haha! My brain was very helpful.

"Fuck!", I screamed, angry. Tory, of course, laughed at me and some stupid old lady muttered some shit about 'today's teenagers'.

On top of things, we had a math test right in the first period.

"Hey Tory. Hey Liz,." some of our class greeted us as they came into the room.

"I'm gonna srew up. I hate maths," my neighbour said. I wasn't really good friends with her. But she was very nice.

"Same here," I said, hiding my cheating-papers.

There are some facts you need to know about me;

1. I love Green Day to death.

2. I hate maths from the deepest of my heart.

3. I love Green Day.

4. I cheat at almost every test or check-up (even if I'm usually good at that subject).

5. I hate mainstream.

6. My 'Mum' doesn't really give a fuck about me.

7. Did I mention that I love Green Day?

8. I used to cut myself for a while, but stopped by now. Because of me being so stupid doing that, I'm damned now to wear longsleeves all the time.

9. I've got bruises everywhere, because my Mum sometimes freaks out and hits me - some would say, it looks bad, but I've got used to it.

Of course, nobody knows about the cutting thing - except for Tory. We have known each other for six years now... but she's got no idea about the hitting.

I've got luck, that I don't have to go to sports, because something's fucked up in my leg (I could join the subject as well as every other, but if I don't have to).

After school I went to a shop called 'Rattlesnake' - it's full of Band Merch and scene stuff. I'm bumming there a lot. After that, I went to McDonald's and some other other places, before I finally went home.

I didn't really like home. It was fucked up. I closed my bedroom door and looked around. I didn't really have a lot of things I would take with me, if I would run away.

I heard the door slam.

"Lisa Meier! Move your lazy ass down here - now!", my Mum screamed.

"Fuck..." I muttered, and came down the stairs. "What is it?"

"Your school called; you didn't pass that math test - again."

"And?"

"And?!" I earned a slap into my face. You could smell the alcohol oozing from her breath. "You're useless. You better get a fucking job instead of wasting my time with your school." 

"Hey, I'm not that stupid! I'm one of the best in my class!", I shouted right into her drunk, ugly face. "You're the one who never made it! You're the fucked up one!" As soon as I finished, I clapped my hand over my mouth, regretting what I said.

"You unthankful, stupid little whore," she said, punching me fucking hard into the face. I fell to the floor and passed out.

When I woke up in the next morning, I was still laying on the floor.

I ran up to my room, grabbed my backpack and started putting some things into it. A few tees, some jeans, phone charger, an old concert ticket, toiletries, my drawing stuff, other stuff and all my money I've found. Downstairs, I took all the money I found there - which wasn't (very) much (50€).

As I got to the door, I noticed a small sheet of paper pinned to it. The paper was in Mums handwriting:

'Move you useless, ugly ass out of my house - I don't wanna see you anymore when I come home!"

I ran to the metro and got out somewhere by the danube. I didn't rally care where I was, I just kept on running. It was damn hot outside plus I've still got my longsleeve from yesterday on me.

I sat down by the water. I was somewhere at the Vienna Beach Club or something like that - to be honest; I've got no idea.

I just sat down by the water, tears running down my face. I was alone, I was scared, and I had nowhere to go.

I mean, this wasn't my real Mum anyway. She and her now-to-be-ex adopted me a few years ago - but now I've got nobody.

My phone vibrated; I've got a text message from Tory.

> Why r u not @ school? Wanna be early for the GD concert tonight?

< Would be great if I could go there. Nope, just sick. I'll text you later.

I wanted to stand up and go somewhere else, when I saw someone standing beside me. I wiped the tears away from my face and turned araound.

"Hey. Hope I don't bother you, but I saw you crying. You need some help?" Green Day's Tre Cool asked me.