My Punk Rock Fairytale

21st Century Breakdown

Hi guys! This is the second story I've been working on :) I hope you'll like it! .^^.

2012. The apocalyptic year.

It really is you know? Well, for me at least. Okay I'll sum it up for you:

First my cheating dead beat of a father finally got the guts to leave my mom. Then he got remarried. To that cheating whore of his.

My mother tried to kill herself. She did not succeed. I hate suicide people, taking the easy way out. Fucking quitters. But she's my mom, I forgive her.

Me and mom lost our house. We couldn't pay the bills. We had to give away all our pets since in the new apartment the landlord doesn't allow them.

I almost flunked a class.

My boyfriend, no wait, my ex boyfriend cheated on me. No, not with my best friend, with some random girl. And then he has the nerve to tell me that we were drifting apart anyway, I didn't pay him any attention anymore and other bullshit stuff…

And all that led to one thing.

Fighting. I started to get into fights, first with girls, then with guys. Of course I usually don't win, I don't exactly have the fighting skills, I just throw my fists around, hoping I will hit something. I get hurt, not badly but I do. I've got scars to prove it. My motto is : It can't get any worse than that. My mom says I should visit a shrink because I have too much anger in me, but fuck that, I found my own way to cope with this. Even if it's not the healthiest way. This year pisses me off, and we're not even on the half of it. Thank god for the summer vacation.

»C'mmon Haven,« my best friend whined »it'll be fun I promise!« She pulled the lock of my hair.

I slapped her hand away. »You're such a fucking liar. You only want to go because Nate will be there, and you know it!« I snorted.

»Well I'm sorry! Tell me what does the great Haven Taylor, the queen of bitches, the hater of everything alive and dead want to do on the last day of school?« She lighted a cigarette and jumped in front of me, mocking me. She furrowed her eyebrows, taking the first puff.

I narrowed my eyes and fold my arms. »How about,« I stole the cigarette out of her mouth, putting it between my lips. »we go buy some vodka and get drunk in the park?« I breathed out a cloud of white smoke.

»How about,« she artfully stole the cigarette back »we go and do all that,« she smiled and took another puff »but in company, among friends, you know – people with social skills.«

I tilted my head and looked at her, questionably.

»Oh c'mmon sourpuss, it'll be the same only with more people around!« She yelled through the cloud of smoke.

I sighed. »Fine.« I'm so not a fan of people. So not.

»Yay!« She screamed and hugged me so tight that a few of her blond curls fell into my mouth. I started gagging and coughing.

»Ugh, ew…« I said, removing the last blond strain of hair out of my mouth. She grabbed my hand and started hopping, cheerfully.

»Seriously, sourpuss? That's what you came up with?« I teased, smirking.

»It fit in the contents.« She breathed out a small cloud of ashy smoke, confidently.

»No it didn't.«

»It totaly did!«

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