Getting Used To Punk Love

Sunday's Past

Billie didn't look surprised that I asked. "Oh...right. I forgot you're not a fan." I looked confused. "Uh,why would I know you do drugs if I'm a fan...?" I said. "Oh,well most all my fans know everything about me." I smiled and said,"Oh really? That's not creepy at all!" Billie giggled. "So why did you freak out when I said that I smokes pot?" "I just thought you didn't do drugs like me..." I replied. Billie looked at me. "Hold up... You do drugs too?" "Yea...why?" I said nervously. "I just didn't know you did drugs as well!" Billie said impressed. "Sunday,when was the first time you did drugs?" Well that was the time people noticed me,but in a bad way. I was like a crumbles piece of paper tossed around until that one moment you end up in the trash. So anyways,I was a senior at the time in high school. I was walking back home and a gang that had always bullied me walked up to me and trapped me in a circle. They soon forced me to go with them to an abandoned house. I was more scared than I was supposed to because Charlie,the leader if the gang, wasn't with his group. Once I got to the abandoned house, I just stood inside right beside the door with one of the guys behind me. Charlie came out of a darkness. 'Well well well! Look who we have here! Lil miss perfect! Beautiful as always!' Charlie said as he stroked my hair. I was afraid to move." Billie cut me off. "Wait,why did he call you 'perfect' and 'beautiful' if you're treated like trash with no friends?"