Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 1: First Day In Town

Bandit's POV

I walked into my new bedroom that I half unpacked last night until I was disturbed. He couldn't even wait twenty-four hours. I locked the door then walked into the bathroom. I went into the box and dig out shampoo, conditioner, and a bar of soap. I set them in the little shelf in the shower, then I grabbed two towels from the box in my room. At least I have my own bathroom here.

I took a forever long shower. I was never disturbed in the shower. Showering was the one time I could be alone without being afraid of anything. I had two locked doors preventing anything from coming in.

When I was done I put on a black tank top, denim shorts, and denim button up shirt. I slipped on my beat up converse. I snuck outside and dug my skateboard out of one of the boxes. Time to get familiar with the place.

I rode through the neighborhood and saw the houses that were near identical. Observed the people, generic people with the occasional wave or stare. I went onto a street that had a gas station and a small food joint. I checked my pocket and found a ten dollar bill. Thank god.

I went into the gas station and grabbed a candy bar, and an iced tea. I went up to the counter and saw a boy that looked around my age. "Just this?" He asked.

"Can I have the red pack of Marlboro's?" I asked.

"Got it," He said and went to grab the pack. Idiot didn't ask for ID. Loser.

"Thanks," I said.

"Eight ninety-five," He said. I gave him the bill and he gave me back a dollar and a nickel. "Have a good day."

"You too," I replied as I walked out. I dropped my board and rode around for a little while longer. I came by train racks where there were a few boys standing there smoking.

"You new?" One asked, so I stopped.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Where you from?" He asked.

"Jersey," I said.

"I'm Tré," he nodded.

"Bandit," I introduced myself.

"Good to meet ya," He said and we shook hands.

"Same to you. You got a light?" I asked and pulled out a cigarette.

"Yeah," he nodded and held up the lighter letting me light my cigarette.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem, since your new, wanna meet some new people? There's a party this weekend, you should go," he said.

"I'll think about it, where would this party be?" I asked.

"My house," He said.

"Address?" I added. He told me his address. "Well hello neighbor, I live next door to you now," I told him.

"Great, I'll come get you on Friday night then," he said.

"Cool, See ya then," I said before skating away. So much eye contact, jeez. I took another long puff of the cigarette, I really need to find my lighter...